Chapter 7: Approach
I threw my cellphone onto my soft bed in anger and frustration. Within seconds, it rang, showing Kyle was calling. I grabbed my phone and forcefully pressed the red button to end his call. I quickly added his number to my blacklist so he wouldn’t be able to call or text me again.
I tried to force myself to sleep. I closed my eyes, but after nearly thirty minutes, I still couldn’t sleep. So, I decided to read and study my case studies instead.
I remembered that I had fallen asleep earlier, which was why I was having trouble sleeping now. I dropped the paper I was holding because I couldn’t read what was written. I retrieved my glasses from my drawer and put them on.
I finished one of the case studies and jotted down my answers on a yellow pad. We were required to write our answers by hand on yellow paper.
I went straight to bed after finishing two cases. It was already midnight, and my mom had messaged me to go to sleep because they were leaving early and I was to ride with them.
I woke up at seven o’clock in the morning. The sun was shining on my face, and it was only then I realized I had forgotten to close the curtains of my window.
I spent only thirty minutes showering and getting ready because my mom was already upset outside my door, seemingly knocking for a while.
I quickly entered my bathroom and took a shower. I swiftly tied my robe, exited the bathroom, and headed to my walk-in closet.
I grabbed a black and white formal dress with long sleeves and a length just past the knee, pairing it with a three-inch black sandals.
I organized my backpack and cleaned up the cases that I had left scattered around the night before. I returned the books to the shelf and fixed my messy bed.
I left my hair wet and didn’t bother applying anything to my face, not even powder or lip tint, because I was already beautiful.
I hauled my backpack and exited my room, encountering my mother’s sour face and furrowed brows.
She gave me an up-and-down glance.
“Good thing you finally came out, or else you would have had to commute if you were late,” she said sternly. I pouted and scratched my wet, messy hair.
Her eyes then focused on my unkempt and wet hair. “You haven’t even combed your wet hair yet, comb it!” She scolded me. She took something from the drawer and handed it to me.
I just clipped it onto my messy hair because I planned to comb it later when I felt less lazy. My mother gave me a stern look because of what I did.
She rolled her eyes and told me to go to the kitchen. “Go in the kitchen, your brilliant father is there too, eat your breakfast, you move so slowly,” she commanded.
I smiled and nodded, then went downstairs. I picked up my ID which was on the fifth step of the staircase. Neither of my parents had bothered to pick it up. I grimaced when I saw a sticky note on it, recognizing my dad’s handwriting.
“You’re such a mess, my dear.”
“That’s what it said. I grinned and laughed not just because of what Daddy wrote on the sticky note, but also because of his handwriting. His penmanship was so bad and messy, it was almost incomprehensible. Thankfully, I’ve gotten used to his writing style, so I could understand it. It was as if a whole flock of chickens had scratched all over it because it was so chaotic.
I casually put on my ID and finally went downstairs. I found my Dad there, reading his favorite newspaper, which was always the one I saw him reading.
He smiled at me and eventually burst into laughter when he saw that I was wearing the ID. He even put a sticky note with his writing on it, instead of just giving it to me.
I sat in front of him and just in time, I heard the footsteps of my Mom coming down. She sat next to Dad.
“Let’s eat,” Mom invited.
Dad folded the newspaper he was reading and started serving. He also served me some rice, as well as my mother. I grabbed the dish from the table and started eating right away. I got up and went to the fridge. I opened it and took out the box of fresh milk. I poured it into my glass and quickly put it back in the fridge. I spotted the Dutchmill Proyo that I had chilled last night, given to me by a child I didn’t know.
I took it and approached the table. I sat down and put the chilled Dutchmill Proyo, which was just taken out from the fridge, in the side pocket of my bag.
After we finished eating, Mom and I quickly washed the dishes. I helped her because I was running late.
I immediately got into the car and took out my comb. I started combing my wet and curly hair. Just as Mom got into the car and Dad started it, I finished combing my hair.
I opened the small zipper of my backpack, took out a white clip surrounded by white pearls, and clipped it into my hair, just above my right ear.
Upon arriving at the University, Kyle was already waiting for me. I ignored him and passed by him as if I didn’t know him. I sat down on my seat at the back and noticed that everyone’s attention was on me.
I returned their gaze unfavorably as I began to feel uncomfortable with their constant staring. I rolled my eyes and almost simultaneously, they all averted their gaze from me.
I knew the reason why they were all looking at me was because of the news that quickly spread about what happened in the parking lot, my slapping Kyle.
Kyle entered and even tried to approach me, but luckily our professor, Attorney De Guzman, arrived.