'17 June 20XX,
Today, We received our exam results of the weekend we had. Our teacher wasn't satisfied with our performance but she was in tue case of Six students. Yeah, I was one of them. Vicky and Vinny were too. They were surprised knowing my good performance in the exam. They thought I was still bad at studies, My bad. Tessa was one of five too. She's getting along with me. I'm happy for that but today was one of my bad terms too.
Lorries didn't perform well in the exam. She received lower marks than I expected. I didn't expect she does care about marks of these exams. Though she got less marks, I thought she'll study hard. But, she said I cheated her. Yeah, we were studying together. But I think she didn't pay attention and that's why she got what she got. She trusted Sherley's words. That means she doesn't trust me at all. I cried hard. Really hard. I didn't expect her to cut our friendship. She did. I felt I've fallen from above. I let her go. I think I'm habituated for this. Living alone.
But, unlike then today there were three beside me. When I started crying and Lorries left, Vicky hugged me. I cried in his arms. Vinny rubbed my back and it felt warm. Tessa yelled at me that I was not alone and that they would stay with me. But can I have hope atleast now?? I'm tired of letting all go. I just shouldn't trust in this friendship anymore. I'll just be still and experience everything. I don't want to cry again. I....just don't want to be alone.'
"Ohh!!! That's pretty much, Little Grape!!!" Victor's words echoed as he stood behind Martha who perched on the steps hanging her legs down. Victor just reached her then and looked why she was taking much time.
"Ehh???? Didn't I mention not to peek?? Dumbass!!!!" Martha turned her head towards him and Victor could see her bulged face. His face turned blank looking at her. He stood there for a moment and extended his right hand for her to clasp. Without her knowledge she held his hand the instant he held out. He dragged her the moment he clasped her hand letting her get up and then he hugged her.
"Still can't let go of it??" His voice was deep enough to flinch her and cry. His breath touched her nook of the neck and his voice reached her ears seemed merely a whisper which made her get out of control that soon enough she cried.
"It's tough. I'm crying a lot today..uh-hm..." She wasn't crying that hard she did just a while ago in Vincoln's arms indicating she was getting out of that which made Victor leave a sigh in tranquility.
"If you cry more today, You'll smile more tomorrow. Trust in time." He smiled as his words echoed in Martha's ears. She closed her eyes, held him tight and buried her face in his shoulders. He didn't let go of her until she wanted to. When he moved his hands around her back he halted by her words,
"Hey, don't you feel disgusted that I cry a lot??" Her voice was clear now that meant she's no longer crying. She loosened her grip on him and tried to pull back but he didn't let go. Instead, his grip even tightened on her as he buried his face in the nook of her neck as he begun to speak.
"What made you think of that??" His voice seemed serious as he held her tight.
"Uhm...I usually cry a lot when my friends leave me. I did before too. And my classmates used to say I'm a cry baby. So...-"
"Indeed, You are a cry baby. But you have our back when you cry. I'm not disgusted that you cry." He continued his words in himself, 'I feel disgusted for not being with you before when you cried. When you were left alone.' He then loosened his grip on her to have a clear look at her face and he left a faint smile that she smiled at him.
"I feel better now. I'm glad that I have you guys." She uttered as she begun to smile wide. She peeked through Victor to look at the two people who were left behind in their atmosphere. But for her surprise, they weren't even noticing her that they were deeply involved in their conversation. She then moved close to Victor and poked his muscle. Victor turned her side just to see her hand waving to reach his ear. He lowened his head to listen,
"Hey, What are they talking about?? I can't hear anything. Can you hear??" She asked as she whispered in his ears covering her lips with her palm from side ways. Victor turned to look at the people who were totally immersed in their chat as Vincoln kept looking at her frequently. Victor then moved his face closer to Martha that he whispered too,
"They are pros. I can't hear too. I think they're talking about you. Or something related?? You aren't a celebrity for them to have a gossip on you, Little Grape." He grinned wide looking at Martha but she doesn't seem to be listening him at all. Her eyes on them all the time as she moved closer to them.
"What are you guys mumbling about??" She was a few steps farther to them as her words snapped them out of their conversation. Vincoln turned to see her stood holding her hands behind. He then looked at Scarlett and Martha to and forth as Scarlett stepped ahead.
"Do we have to mention everything to you?? I don't think it's necessary." She stated as she patted her shoulder.
"Really?? Victor said you might be talking about me. I really didn't felt that. You both seemed to be involved deeply in some matters. Well,..... I'll stay away from your matters. That's none of my business." Martha uttered as she shrugged.
"Then be it. Are you done with your journal??" Scarlett glanced at the diary in Martha's hand which was folded. Martha then raised her hand and looked at the diary in her hand and left a big 'O' on her face.
"Ohh!! I didn't close it. Yeah. I'm done, Scarlett." She smiled and seemed joyous as before that made Scarlett squeeze her cheeks.
"Come on. Have your dinner." Scarlett then extended her hand which was holding a cover and a package inside.
"Huh!?? I had already." Martha uttered as she pointed her mouth.
"You did?? How could it be?? You left for terrace without having dinner, didn't you??" Scarlett asked frowning her brows at Martha.
"Vinny brought me dinner. Didn't you ask him to??" Martha's words expressed dubiety as she, Scarlett and Victor turned towards him.