Chapter 4: The Playboy
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Regular class wasn’t a set off for Montreal High typical first day rather, it was club membership recruitment and opening. Everyone is expected to join at least one club spear-headed by a student president or else they’ll end up a member assistant for the school’s staffs including but not limited to librarians, which was obviously my five years course starting Grade 7. It was actually my parents who suggested me that. Perhaps a change this time wouldn’t be bad…
I placed my trifold farewell letter on top of the head librarian’s table. It wasn’t necessary, but I want to do it. Undoubtedly, Madam G has been a big part of my life for the past five years despite her chilling and intimidating personality of being strict and somewhat bossy?
Just then, my eyes caught something on the rear side of the table. Atop the small pile of white short bond papers, which I assume is the application form of interested students for librarianship, I saw the attached ID picture of Charlcy Gutton. She must really be enjoying tasks relating books as much as I do…but then, my will to try other things I’ve never tried before was way stronger than anything else. Too bad, I would have to leave Charlcy in here…
Don’t be dramatic! You’ll still gonna see each other…
My sub consciousness ruins my drama with the slapping of rational reality.
I was about to turn my heels to leave when the small door leading to the cleaning materials stockroom swung open revealing the person I’m writing for holding rags on both her hands.
“Just as I expected, Ms. Bartolome you’re still going to be under my care.” A smirk was evident on her face. “I sent the others to the other building to carry the newly arrived books. Get on these rags and start wiping off dirt while waiting for them,” she added and threw me the rags, all confident on every words she utters.
Sighing, I pick up the scattered pieces of cloth on the floor and I close the distance between us. “With all due respect Madam G, but I’m no longer under your care!” I couldn’t help my voice to rise a little bit higher. Strict mamba’s bossy attitude can sometimes get into nerves.
Surprised at my words, she grabs the rags back on my hands. “Oh! Montreal’s little saint is actually growing some horn.”
No Madam G…
I’m actually growing some wings to soar high…
I saw how her eyes challenges me if I can ever find myself qualified for any club aside from her open for everyone librarianship which sets no standards at all.
Turning my heels, I leave the office. I should better find myself a club or else I would end up a loser for Madam G…
I make my way out through the almost empty hallway of the library. This was absolutely the least visited place in the first day of school.
I’ve been thinking about this last summer break, still I couldn’t seem to choose which one among the clubs should I join. Chapter 2 of the anonymous book says getting into fun and adventurous companionship entails joining the right club. However, it wasn’t stated on the book what club was right for me.
I decided to visit the bulletin board to check for available clubs to choose from when I met a cousin of mine along the way wearing her maroon cheerleading uniform. She’s probably recruiting new members for her club.
“Shamcey!” I greeted. She looks at me from head to toe for at least ten seconds before speaking.
“Lalisa Bartolome? Is that you couz?” she said amused.
“Well yeah, it happens that I am.” I saw how she scans me once more.
“You’ve changed! Omo! So pretty…” Shamcey excitedly giggles. “I would love to see you on my club.”
“Who’s joining the club?” A stranger high pitch voice suddenly jumps in. Shamcey waves her hand towards my back making me intrigue enough to turn and see who is it.
“Who’s joining the club Cap?” The newly arrived blonde in cheerleading uniform asked again. A guy in denim was standing sandwich tight with her…arms snaked on the blonde’s teeny waist.
“Montreal’s saint-turned chic! Lalisa Bartolome!” my cousin answered which makes my cheeks burn in embarrassment. Why does Shamcey have to say it like that?
“Are we doing self-introduction just now? Mine is Giovanni Hunters,” the guy on the blonde’s side introduced himself with a wink.
“Babe!” the blonde hissed in disbelief and walked out. Giovanni guy just chuckles as he follows.
“I might as well leave. See you on the club tent later,” my cousin bids her goodbye and later disappears on the crowd of people.
Now that I am left wondering on my own, I realized something…
Gosh! The guy who whistled on me on the main gate was the same guy earlier…
Giovanni Hunters…
Just then I reached the bulletin board despite the swarm bodies of students pushing to get in front. I already got an invitation from the cheerleading club but still, I want to check some other possible clubs.
I grasp when my eyes accidentally landed on a familiar name just below the Men’s Basketball Club…
Giovanni Hunters
Club President
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