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"Who's that girl? The one walking fast with her head down, " Yhuan asked his friend.

"She is a transfer student bro, She really is pretty, but she seems quite rude" 

Resting bitch face... That's how people usually describe faces like mine, the type of face which gives people an impression like you've done something bad or is thinking of something offensive when you're not... unless you smile.

My name is Aila Rodriguez; high school transfer student, hmm... This is the 5th school I've transferred to since I was in 3rd grade. I had to move around because of my parents' secret; for the security of my family.

I'm so used to moving around that now I gave up on making friends. What is it for, when we will be parting ways sooner or later.

I hate relationships... But how do I survive without it?

People say that in your lifetime you will be able to categorize the relationships that you will experience;

 Puppy love
 First love
 Flings
 The one that got away
True love
Great love

Many men consider Aila as the "ideal type" while most women acknowledge her as an "it girl", but what does it take to capture her heart?

Her fragile heart, that is tightly guarded by her strong personality...

Who will succeed in melting her ice-cold heart?

Living a double life, she's doing her best to live normally, but how will she able to hide this to the one she loves?

How long will she be able to conceal her real identity from the people who took the courage to get close to her?

Aila's True Love

"Does it mean you are ready for a new one?"

Yhuan was trying to get his shot with Aila.

"Yhuan, I just said I accepted the fact that we are no longer together, but I did not say that I don't love him anymore."

Aila touched his shoulder gently. He squeezed her hands.

"I understand. I have entirely accepted the fact that we are no longer together; just the same, I still love you."

"Well, I guess we're both fools for loving the wrong people."

They laughed at their tragic love lives. Aila stared outside the window and she jolted when she saw that familiar person.

"Oh fudge, there she is! Please follow that woman riding the big bike."

Aila pointed out the woman on the side of the road. Aila could not be wrong; she admired that long black hair just a few minutes ago.

Book 2