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Lyle Wilson is a 17 year old student at West High. With his God like looks coupled with that brilliant brain of his, he is considered as the hunk of West High. As a typical hunk, he is the best at everything he does, with girls flocking around him, waiting to be noticed. But the one who really captures his eyes are those eyes behind that gold rimmed glasses, that girl behind those oversized clothes.

Ivy Gracia is a 17 year old student at West High. She is the type who would put her everything into studying but unlike what's expected, she isn't the topper of her class. Infact, she ranks just above average no matter how hard she tries. But, she isn't the hated nerd. She is liked for her simplicity, just like she wanted. 
She doesn't talk back. She doesn't fight. She doesn't drink or use substance. All her works are submitted on time. She doesn't bunk and has her attendance as a hundred percent. And she doesn't even use dirty slangs. She is that really simple girl. She is as her classmates quote, 'the simple girl from the book.' She is just too simple to be true.



But that isn't the case for everyone. While Ivy tries her best to hide the wildness behind that pair of glasses and oversized clothes, Lyle just seems to see through her.

Why doesn't he let her end her highschool like she wants to? He didn't notice last year when she came, so what exactly went wrong this time?

Now who can tell her that Lyle had actually seen the 'real' her behind that seemingly 'simple' her?


Will Lyle be able to find the reason she is acting in this manner and bring her back to her old self, the free and happy one? Read on to find out.



THE PICTURE IN THE COVEE DOESNT BELONG TO ME. I TOOK IT FROM THE INTERNET. CTTO.

Don't beleive the appearance

''Did something happen at home?'' Lyle asked concerned.


''No. They just want me to come back to meet up with their friends I guess...? Anyway, mom said everyone has to be there.'' Ivy sounded nonchalant as if it really wasn't a big deal and happened all the time.


''So... are you leaving on Friday or...''


''Saturday, after class. I'm not missing it at all cost. I have to get into a nice college so I better not bunk.''


''Oh...'' Though the words spoken wasn't more than a sound, his eyes did seem to be smiling.


But then, Saturday came real quick. Lyle had come to see her off but he no longer wanted to. He knew it wouldn't be too long before he would meet her, just a day to be exact but who could tell that to his heart which seemed to be getting heavier at the thought of her leaving.


But what could he do. He couldn't hold her back like he wanted to nor could he go with her. But he really wanted to go with her. 


''Take care. Don't eat too much that you get bloated.''


After sending Ivy,  Lyle's phone rang. 


''Lyle, come back quick. We are going to visit a friend.'' His dad said through the phone and there was obvious shuffling noise on the other end.


''It wasn't supposed to be so sudden but your mom forgot to tell you because she had some work to attend to. I also just knew it right now.''


''Oh... okay. I'll be home in around ten minutes.'' What could Lyle and his father do. That was how Mrs Wilson was. Always forgetful.


When Lyle reached  home, he found a house completely messed up as of a hurricane just swept by. 


''Lyle, get your things packed for a day. We will be staying there for the night.'' Mrs Wilson said as she quickly picked up he cup.


''Mom. What do you want the cup for. I think it should be the keys you should be grabbing.'' Lyle said helplessly. 


''Oh... right. I came to get the keys. Why am I even picking up this cup. Urg... Thanks darling.''


''Honey, you shouldn't call him darling. You promised not to call another person by that name. You can only call me that.'' Mr Wilson said as he back hugged Mrs Wilson.


''He is my son. Not some random turnip.''


''Bleh... Enough of your sweet talks. I'm going to go pack or I'm going to vomit out everything out here.''


32. Forgetful