Chapter Two

Another day. Another boring day for me.

It would have been better if I just stayed there in the hideout but the thing is, mommy would scold me when they found out I did something silly again. Even though they are in another country, they have many accomplices here to watch over me. One of those accomplices is my aunt. Yes. My aunt is also an officer and dean of the school which I am attending. Great, right?

By the way, since I am having a plain and boring day, let me just tell you things about my aunt. She is an old maid who is about to die, just kidding. She’s an old girl with a crazy mind. She is moody most of the time and I admit, I lost to her. Well, I am planning to give her a male rat because of two reasons, first is because she is afraid of rats and second, she doesn’t have a boyfriend despite her age. How pathetic, my dear aunt.

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I was walking down the hallway when a group of female students suddenly startled me. Like duh! My eardrums were now broken because of their noise!

When I peeked at the ground floor to see the reason why they were startled, I saw a group of male students walking confidently and acting as if they’re all hot and handsome models. Wait, are they famous? Why there are lots of students seem so stunned by their presence? Psh >_< Whatever. In the first place I.DO.NOT.CARE.

Before I went straight to the room, I first went to the locker to pick the book I had left. If you guys were thinking that I’ll be picking a book in one of my subjects, then you are wrong.

I will pick a novel and read it in the room during the lecture.

Upon opening the door of my locker, hundreds of pink papers welcomed me.

I rolled my eyes, my favorite expression anyway.

I assumed these are all letters and I don’t care.

I collected all the letters and threw everything at the nearest trash bin. I caught the attention of the entire students who surround me. None of them tried to speak up.

I just went straight to the room. I was bored the whole time so I didn’t give a damn to look for the one who sent me the letters. I sat down and immediately leaned my head on the desk. I am trying to calm myself.

Just a few seconds later ... someone called me.

"ALIYAH YAH YAHHHH !!!!"

Based on the voice, yeah... It’s my crazy aunt who is calling me.

"I think you're scattering letters on our beloved campus." is it windy outside? Her hair was blown up, or is it a new hairstyle?

"What are you saying, aunt?"

"Aren't these are yours?" then she suddenly lifted a box full of pink papers.

WHAT THE!?! Didn't I throw it away? don't tell me she picked it up one by one in the trash? Garbage women! Hcsjcnjdsocn!

"That's not mine ..." that's all I answered. I have no intention of reading and claiming those 'letters'. If she wants, she could sell it in the junk shop. Extra income, that easy.

I leaned back on my desk. I ignored her. I am bored as hell.

After several seconds someone poked me. I lifted my face.

“What do you want, aunt?” I am trying my best to be calm, or else, I may hit and slap my aunt.

She immediately grabbed a paper bag and immediately put all the letters inside it. Hash-tag prepared. Just kidding.

"Bring home those letters! You have to read that! Your secret admirer worked hard for that!"

Did I just hear it right? All the calmness in my being suddenly fade away and I think she deserves an award-winning answer.

"BRING HOME THOSE LETTERS IF YOU WANT, OKAY?!?! IF YOU ARE PLANNING TO BUILD A JUNKSHOP OUT OF THOSE PAPERS THEN GO AHEAD!! DO.NOT.DISTURB.ME.AUNT!"

“Oh really? Well, fine... If you don’t take home those letters with you then I’ll be glad to call and tell your mom to freeze your account! You will lose your allowance for the rest of your life!”

“Are you now a freezer aunt? Can I put some water on you? I’ve been thirsty and wanted to drink cold cold cold water right now.”

"ALIYAH!"

"WHAT?!?!?!?!"

"I'M DEAD SERIOUS HERE ALIYAH!"

I choose not to answer and just give her a smirk. My hands were saying that I should slap her but my mind was saying she is still my aunt.

My aunt stared at me. Honestly, I'm just really holding back my laughter. I feel like I am facing a mental patient.

She finally walked out of the room and so I went straight to the rooftop. Nobody is here and I think, the wall deserves to receive my punches and kicks.

I went back to the room to get the paper bag that is full of letters.

Yes, I will take it home.

EVEN IF IT IS AGAINST ME.

When I got home, my mad aunt's face immediately appeared. She stared at the paper bag I was carrying.

"Hi, Aliyah !!! it's good that you took that home !!! Let's read it!" I can’t help but give her a death glare. Haven’t I told you she is moody? Earlier she’s like a demon, and now acting like she was just seven years old.

“Hey aunt, it’s a letter for me, right? Then why do you want to read it as well?”

She pouted. LIKE?? SERIOUSLY??

“Don’t be selfish Aliyah. I know who is the sender of those letters.”

She knows who? Is she trying to play games with me?

“Who is the sender of these?” I seriously asked.

“Yiiiiiiiieeeee! Interested!!” then she laughed.

“What’s funny?”

“You! Hahahhahhahaha!”

“I repeat, who the hell sent me these letters?”

“Calm down... Hahahahaha if I told you, you might wanna hit him.”

I was about to turn my back when she asked me to sit beside her. She opened one of those letters and immediately pointed to the lower right part of it.

Letters- R-U-Z- were engraved on the tombstone of the sender of the letter. Just kidding!

"Ruz? Who the hell he is?" I looked directly at my aunt’s face.

"OH MY! You don't know him Aliyah ???" obviously she was shocked that’s why she is answering a question with my question.

"I know, I'm asking right?" I’m being sarcastic again because of her.

"High blood Sis! Hahahaha! Just find it tomorrow!!! You'll be surprised!"

Then she left me.

I went upstairs bringing this trash with me.

I planned to look at the other letters because maybe, in case, he stated his whole name.

'I LIKE YOU' - Ruz

Until I read all of the letters, it is the same message.

Is the sender trying to play games with me?

If that’s the case, then be ready for tomorrow!

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The next day, when I arrived at school, I went straight to my locker, and guess what?

It was now flooded with chocolates.

Yesterday was letters and now, here they were... the chocolates.

Poor chocolates. Destined to meet the trash bin again.

'Your my sweetest chocolates' -Ruz

I tore the note. I hurriedly went to our room and asked my classmates.

"WHO AMONG YOU KNOWS ABOUT THIS DEMON NAMED RUZ?"

"Uhmm ... you mean, Ruzzel Jim Estrada? His nickname is Ruz." said one of my classmates.

"IS HE FAMOUS? WHO IS HE ??"

"W-what? You don't know him Aliyah?" one of my female classmates was shocked because I don’t know who the hell is Ruz.

"Are you crazy? Shall I ask if I know?" Then I rolled my eyes. Psh. Non-sense.

"S-sorry ..."

"Back to my question .. who is he?"

"He is Mr. Campus, Mr. Casanova, the most handsome in the university, a varsity, rich, smart, name it--he got it all."

"Really? "

They all just nodded.

"Where exactly can I find that guy right now?"

"Room 202 Bldg. E”

I round my fist. You want war, I’ll give you war...Ruz.