His Unwanted Bride

Chapter 9

Krystal

James is such a showoff whenever we are inside the classroom, he raises his hand a lot of times to answer the teacher’s answers. I can’t even count how many questions he answered again in this class.

“Next time, I want you all to participate. Don’t you feel embarrassed that James is answering most of the questions? You are supposed to answer the questions and I believe that you are all students with outstanding knowledge, since you cannot get into this school if you don’t have the brain. Well done Mr. Ellis.” Our Marketing professor said.

I heard that his family is related to business, so it all makes sense why he can answer the questions well and, besides, he is the smartest. I have to admit, I personally think that he is smarter than me and it freaking scares me sometimes.

Knowing that if he continues to be this freaking smart, I will end up getting the 2nd rank in this classroom, I don’t think it will be good for dad, although he never said I did great whenever I receive an award. I just think about it in a way like that.

“Thank you.” James said as he stood on his seat and even bowed a bit to the professor before he left the classroom.

“I wonder where he was raised,” I said to myself. We don’t bow to people in the country we are living in when we say thanks. We usually smile but he was so polite. Or the reason is that he is just a polite person.

“I know some of the answers but I did not answer because I wanted to see him stand so I could see him and hear his voice.” The girl in front of me said.

As soon as the professor left the classroom, my classmates were talking and it was annoying in my ears. I can hear various things they were talking about but I don’t care. They should at least care that someone does not like noise.

That was our last subject for this morning and after 10 minutes, we could go out to our classroom and eat our lunch. Usually, the teacher does not leave the classroom that early because we are still not allowed to go out of our classroom, not until it is break time or there is an event or whatsoever at school.

“Look at that.” I said to myself. My classmates are fangirling over him. Most of them are all in awe of him and I just feel nothing at all.

Even though I don’t know my type of guy, I am somehow quite sure that it isn’t him. Because sometimes the way he acts gives me chills. He looks so flirty with those smiles that he often gives off to people around him. He has this face that looks so attractive to other girls.

That is what I often hear from others whenever they talk about James.

If I were to describe James, he looks really good, he has the face, the body, posture and he is extremely smart. I don’t know much about his personality because, in the end, I still don’t care about him and whatever he wants in the future.

Some describe his flirty smile as hot, but I don’t get it. He is not that kind of person at all. If I come to think about it, I never looked at a person and said that he was attractive to me.

Whatever others try to say, that he is this and that, he is just an average guy for me, nothing really unique about him.

*ring

“Oh! Thankfully,” I said to myself as soon as I heard the bell ring. I had been waiting for the bell to ring for 10 minutes, it was not that long for others since they have something they do, but for me it was so long already.

I guess I will just buy my lunch and go to my club to check out the letters. I hope there is a lot of money. I don’t care about their letters and their love stories. Feelings are confusing, and many times people are left heartbroken because of that. They were so sure, but it ended up a failure in their relationship.

I may sound bitter, but stating facts is really a slap in the face. It freaking hurts.

*Brrt!

“Hmm?” I said confusedly as I realized that my phone was vibrating. Normally, no one calls me when I am at school at this time. If I was late coming home, I would really get a call from Ms. G because she would be worried about me.

I took my phone out of my pocket and found out that the number was not registered on my phone. It was an unknown number but I was so curious who was calling me, so I answered the call.

“Who are you?” I asked on the phone as soon as I answered. I am not in the mood to say ‘hello’ and be kind because I don’t like things like that. I never gave my number to someone I did not know or really close to before. I even only gave it to my dad, Ms. G and my driver. Just them.

“Whoa! I am not going to bite you.” The person on the other side replied. His voice was familiar, but I was still puzzled to whom the voice belonged.

“Where did you get my number?” I asked him.

“You don’t recognize my voice?” He asked.

“What the hell is he up to?” I asked myself. Because if I recognized his voice, I should not have asked his name already.

“No.” I replied shortly. I am not in the mood to talk more with this person.

“It is PP.” He replied.

“This senior jerk,” I said to myself. He knew it all along and kept asking me. He could have said it earlier than saying more and kept asking and making me more and more confused.

“Do you need something?” I asked him.

“You come here. Billkin and I have bought you lunch already. I heard you like vegetable salad, so that is what we bought for you. We need you here in the club room now.” He said to me on the phone.

“Okay.” I replied to him and ended the call before he talked more.

I noticed that he is quite talkative and it is not really as bad as others, but I still don’t like it.

I walked on my way towards the club room and when I got inside, I saw PP and Billkin waiting for me at the table.

There is food on the table and they are sitting and a seat is left. I think it is for me.

“Sorry for being late.” I said to them as soon as I got closer to them.

“Don’t worry, we actually just got in here.” Billkin said to me.

“Really?” I asked them confusedly.

“Yeah. When I said that we need you at the club now, Billkin and I were still on our way here.” He said to me with a devilish smile.

Look at him, if he was not my senior I could have kicked his face so I would see him lying on the floor.

My effort to walk fast was all for nothing.

“Thanks for the food,” I replied as I changed the topic. I should not dwell more on that and move on.

“You are welcome.” PP replied to me.

“Where did you get my number?” I asked him as I looked at him.

“In the form when you said you wanted to join the club, I gave you a form and you were the one who left your number there, and I saved it on my phone as soon as you left the stall that time.” PP replied to me.

“s**t, I forgot.” I said to myself as I realized that I really did put my number in there.

“Please don’t give it to others,” I said to him.

“Of course, or else you will kill me.” He said to me.

“It is good to hear that he knows the possible things that will happen to him if he gives my number to others.” I said to myself.

“Thank you for understanding,” I said to him.

“No worries. You are scary and I don’t want to fight you.” PP said to me.

“I know.” I replied to him, agreeing to what he said.

Many really think that I am scary just because I speak what is on my mind. Little do they know that I just want to be an honest person who is true to his word.

“Sit here and let us start eating.” Billkin said to me, and I followed what he said.

We then all started eating our lunch.

“After we eat, I will read the letter that you first gave me yesterday. And then randomly pick after it and then read them so that while the other students are eating, they are listening to us.” PP said to me.

“Okay.” I replied to him.

“There are a lot of letters already outside, I guess posting them on the school’s page was effective,” Billkin said to me.

“Posting? What are they talking about?” I asked myself. I did not even know that there was a page or whatever and that they posted about our creative plan in the club.

“Yeah. Krystal, we should say thanks to your classmate, James, he was the one who advertised it on the page.” PP said to me.

“James? James Ellis?” I asked confusedly.

“Yeah,” Billkin replied to me.

“Why would he do that?” I asked them.

“He saw what we did on Saturday and asked about it, then Billkin told him about it and offered to help us. He was really kind and I also heard that he is an excellent student.” PP said to me.

“Kind? Maybe---.” I replied to him.

“I think he is. You just don’t talk that much to him, I guess. I wonder if you two have ever talked.” PP said to me.

“This guy doesn’t know anything,” I said to myself while eating.

He just doesn’t know how many times James and my world crossed.

“I think so.” I replied to him.

“Hmm…” He said while staring at me with questionable looks.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” I asked him. I just finished my food.

“Nothing.” He replied to me as he fixed the utensils he used.

“Don’t mind him, sometimes he likes to act weird.” Billkin replied to me.

“I don’t think it is just sometimes,” I said to myself.

“I understand.” I replied politely and stood up from my seat and cleaned my mess. Billkin did the same thing.

Now, PP is getting himself prepared so he can start reading the letters. Look at him, being here in the club, reading the letters, we get funds from doing this, and by this, we are able to collect more money to help more kids.

PP and Billkin have big hearts. They deserve each other.

“I will start reading, Krystal. I want you to listen because when the time comes, you will be the one who will replace me here.” PP said to me with a serious voice. This is the first time he talked with me with a serious tone.

“I will.” I replied to him. Although I did not like the fact of him saying that I would be doing broadcasting in the future. I know that I will have no choice but to do it when the time comes.

PP started broadcasting by greeting the students and advertising what we are having now and finally reading the letter.

“Dear M, I know that the moment you hear this letter being read you will be shocked. Being your best friend was really great. You were always there for me. When I need you. You let yourself present in front of me so I will have someone to lean on. I am your best friend but I cannot take it anymore. As time passes and the more I cling to you, the more I fall in love with you…” PP said as he read the letter in the broadcasting room.

“Love? I don’t think so. You are just confused.” I reacted to myself as I continued to listen.

“I know that you know me. If you do, go to the place where we always go if you like me too. If you don’t, it is okay. I understand. P.S. Peppa.” The letter ended.

I think Peppa is the nickname that she knows her best friend knows.

“If I were her, I would not risk my friendship,” I said to myself.

Feelings are mere feelings that confuse most people and they suck.