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A guy
named Jonathan -
Sometimes, I
always wonder to myself if there is a fine line between normal friendships, mad
crush and love in my vocabulary list. Being a hot blood guy, I always had the
confusion every time a guy acted overtly nice to me. I could not help it to think
in that little network inside my head about the possibility that maybe this guy
is really into me, when he is actually just offered me his friendship. Take
Jonathan Emmerich, for an example. He was a transfer student who joined my
private school in the 10th grade.
It was the first
day of coming back from the summer break and we were assembled in our chapel to
welcome the new academic year. I was so excited because, finally, I got the
chance to wear a high school uniform, which is a formal blue pant, white long
sleeves shirt, and a red tie. Of course, I was also excited for the arrival of
the new students. Also, I could not wait to say “Hello, b*tches!” to all of my
friends who are waiting for me on the schools ladders. There they are, 5 of the
most important people in my school life, Sophie, Owen, Margaret or Maggie,
Devon, and Astrid. Its just like yesterday when I first met them on my first
day in the new school and 3 years later, we are still the same people with more
changes in our looks.
Sophie had that glow on her skin from her
summer holiday in Turks & Caicos, Maggie decided to dye her hair to signal
the end of summer and has streaks of maroon in her hairs, while Owen just added
more and more items to support his credential as our year’s most stylish guy.
Meanwhile, Devon remained the same, which is already adorable in my opinion,
and she started to tell me all about the latest gossips in the school after
giving me a customary welcome back hugs. As for Astrid, she does not change
much of her physical appearance, but she told me over the phone last night that
she would come back from the school after a month in China for a language
course. After exchanging news about my recent trip to Madrid, we went to the
chapel for the customary welcome speech from the Dean of our school.
“Excuse me, do
you like a glass of warm fresh milk?” said a voice from behind me and I turn around;
there he was with our school uniforms offering me a glass of milk from his
thermos. My first reaction was giving him the oh-so famous death stare with a
raised eyebrow to him and turned my head around without saying anything to him.
After a lengthy speech from the head master about how excited the new academic
year will, he announced that there will be an audition held soon for an up
coming musical about the life of a Hollywood icon, called “Smash”. My ears
perked up and I felt a surge of adrenaline in my blood stream, because he is
just announced the three things that I love the most in the world, musical,
drama, and stage! Then he dismissed us to go into our respected homerooms for
the next one year.
“You should go
the audition, babe!” said Devon as we were queuing to go down the stairs. “I
don’t know, D, you know I love acting and music runs deep in my blood, but I am
not sure if I am ready to do it in front of the public” I replied, but she just
stared at me because she knows how bad that I want to be involved in a musical.
“We will see, once the audition starts, I will find you in the theater
rehearsing for the musical” and we just laughed out loud because I know that
it’s the truth. We spent the trip to room 110, our homeroom, laughing and
catching up on all the latest gossips from her trips and the school. Devon, she
is always the one who is in the IT circle and is always the first person who
knows every thing that is happening in our school. Although Primrose High is
the best private school in our city and those who went to the school are the
crème of the top of the society, but the gossips that they have are as juicy as
the Hollywood stories that I followed religiously. For instance, the story of
Jessica Turnip’s, where I heard that her older sister caught Jessica Turnip’s
dad with his “mistress” in his room, and the juiciest is that the Mistress is
not even a Miss. Also about Richard Doyle who spent the summer romancing the
most popular item in the society, Molly.
As I
entered the classroom, there he was sitting nicely in the corner of the room
trying to struck up some conversations with his fellow new students. Quietly, I
sashayed across the classroom to sit a few chairs next to him and continue
talking with Devon. As Mrs. Cox made her introduction, I could not resist
taking some glances to see him. Brownish hair, high cheekbones, full lips, and
a tall physique are my first impressions of him. Then, as a way to break the
ice, Mrs. Cox asked us to make introductions of ourselves and of course, I was
the first one to do so, since my name started with “A”. Bravely, with a
sprinkler of shy charisma, I told the whole class about whom I am and what I
like to do. Honestly, I always follow the same pattern, what my name is, what
are my hobbies, and my hope for this year. Usually, I found it to be boring,
but somehow today is a bit more interesting because of the new students.
“Jonathan Emmerich, I am new here and I like to sing, I hope that we can be
friends, thanks.” His deep baritone voice pierced through my consciousness and
I could not help to think how amazing it is. Then, he gave me a smile when he
passed my chair and it gave me butterflies.
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