Chapter 8

"Are you fighting again?" Grace asked as if she hadn't walked out before. I just ignored the question of her.

"So, why did you walkout?"

"I just went to the restroom, what are you? So, you and Dylan are LQ again?"

I thought I would lose the topic again but she wasn't really going to lose. Wait .... LQ? What the hell?

"LQ my ass, just Q no L." I rolled my eyes as if there's no tomorrow. But gaga just laughed at me.

"Soon, there will be that L." She whispered but enough for me to hear more. Alas, if she only knew. "In your dreams, Grace."

"You'll also set in stone what you're saying, MJ." She smirked. "Tss, even if she's the only man left in the world, I'm never going to shoot him. Duh!" I promise here that she laughed again.

"Fight me!" She happily said while still raising her hand as if to fight. "Fight you, my ass! F*ck you!"

"You're bad," she pouted her lips. But I didn't mind her. Instead, I picked up my cellphone to check out the next subject. And it turns out that pre-calculus is next. It's okay because this subject is not boring. Just math, no case. I love math and I hate science. "It's been a long time," she would have answered but our teacher came in for the pre-cal subject. Time passed quickly, now we were on our way to the gate. Go home, they will go home and I will go straight to work. "Bye, daii. See you again, tomorrow. I hope you won't be rude tomorrow, the next day, and forever tomorrow!" She laughed at me again. Gaga is too hyper.

"Bye," was my short reply to which she sighed. "As much as I said, then you just said bye? Thank you?"

"Grace, we'll meet tomorrow, what are you?"

"Human!" Philosophical answer to her.

"Well, who's going to prove that you're really human?" I raise an eyebrow question here. She grinned foolishly, which surprised me.

"Dylan! He knows it, bye, MJ, be good to your work!" She said then I was left at the gate and she in turn came a black car. The driver gets off and it turns out it’s Mark Dylan. When else has he been a driver? The fool sanctifies. He used to take me, his world used to revolve around me. Just before.

"Bye, ma'am Janel!" I say goodbye to our manager after I log out. I stopped eating because I was still full. I took my meal in the afternoon at work. That's also what I want because the food is also free.

"Hey, good evening, MJ!" Ate Melay opened the door of our room just after I opened it.

"Good evening too, 'te." I'm back here. We own the key so there is no case. "It's really tiring, isn't it? We're working students all the same, sometimes, I even wonder why this kind of life came to me." This promise is sad. It was sitting on his bed. She was on the lower deck. As soon as you entered the door, her bed was right next to it. Above her was Jayda. There are four double decks in our room and no one occupies one. Did I mention that we are all working students? Yes, we are all working students but work is different. Depending on the schedule we apply and what we can afford.

"Maybe God has another reason to give us this life,"

"Sabagay," shrugged her shoulder .

"All right, I'll take a half-bath first, you can rest ." She added before leaving the room. I just got dressed, since there is no one else in the room right now, I'm getting dressed right here. Ate Melay and I are the only ones who can go home. It's late but no one else is.

That's really when you're a working student. Sometimes you will be assigned at a time you do not want to be assigned, but you cannot refuse. I fell asleep easily because maybe I was tired. The next day I also woke up early because of the alarm I set. I also go to school early.

When I arrived at school, Grace was usually at the gate. It’s not open arms, maybe because we’ll only see yesterday.

"Hey, goodmorning!" She's smiling greeting to me. I smiled back,

"goodmorning too!" We were greeted by a variety of noises in the classroom, her-her group, her-her story. And only one person is different. Alone at the end of the chair, he was quadrupled and his arms crossed. He raised an eyebrow at me when he noticed that I was staring at him. I stared at it and then walked to my seat. I also didn't realize that Grace was sitting next to me. Still staring. That voice in my mind.

"Ayieeeee, staring." She's teasing me again as I sit back in my chair. "Stare at your face," I angrily promised here. When will it stop me. She was about to answer but someone touched me and we both turned around. You thought she was touched too. Grace immediately smiled when she saw that her best friend had touched me. He was holding his wallet and he took something from it. "Here ... "What is that?" Wrinkled when I refer to the wallet size that I think is a photo. But I don’t know to whom. He presents it to me. I haven't accepted yet because I don't know what for. And he hates me, I hate him too.

"My picture, you want to memorize my face, right?" He smirked. My face seemed to heat up because of what he said. I think I can now be compared to a bright red tomato.

"Yiiieeee, you're blushing!" My witch friend whispered again. I kicked her because it would be embarrassing for anyone to hear. "Keep it! You're so handsome of yourself huh?"

"You're staring,"

"Isn't it possible that your face is really ugly? Have you ever thought that an arrogant person like you shouldn't have lived?" For the nth time, I rolled my eyes again.