Chapter 2
"Weh? Serious? No joke?"
We're here now at the café, me and Aya—my best friend. Hehe. Oh right, I haven't introduced her yet. My bad.
"It's true! And do I look like the type who'd joke about something like that? Oh my God!"
Then I slumped onto the table again. Because seriously, how am I supposed to pull off what Sheen asked me to do? It's like I'd rather hang myself!
"Tss. This is on you. When Sheen says something, you just go go go. You don't even think. On the other hand, when have you ever used your brain anyway?"
I smacked her on the head. "Are you really my friend?! You jerk!"
"Hehehe. Kidding! Geez, relax. But anyway, changing topics—how exactly do you plan to pull off your Mission Impossible: Seducing Drake Palma? You know he's kinda… autistic, right?"
Exactly! Autistic. Always asleep in class. But when there's a quiz, it's always a perfect score. So unfair! I stay awake and still fail.
He sleeps and aces it! What is this—does he dream of lectures or something? The eff!
"I really don't know. I have no idea. Besh, help me out."
Then I gave her my best twinkling eyes. I badly need help! =\_\_\_=
"Shut up! I don't even have a boyfriend—how am I supposed to help you?"
"Sigh! Life, why are you so hard on me? I just want to be Sheen's girlfriend… Ouch!!"
Aya suddenly smacked me!
"You're being too emo. Ew."
"Don't you have any suggestions? Tips? Advice?"
"You know what?" Then I shook my head.
"There's your target, look! Let's follow him, quick!"
So we dropped the food we were eating and followed Drake. Damn it, I felt like James Bond or something!
We reached the back of the high school building of St. Claire's High (St. Claire's Academy is the college), and then Drake stopped and lay down under a tree.
He's probably going to sleep again. Totally autistic.
"Let's go! He's just going to sleep anyway!"
Then I turned around and started walking away. Ugh, such a waste of my fries and sundae! I threw them just to watch this autistic guy sleep...
"Wait!! There's a girl coming!"
Then I stopped walking and turned back. Yep, there's a girl approaching. I don't know her, but I can tell she's from our batch. And in fairness, she's pretty. But I'm prettier. Wahaha!
They were talking, but we couldn't hear them. But since Aya and I have that gossiping blood, we approached. And voila\~ We could hear their conversation now!!
"Drake, I want you to be my boyfriend!" the pretty girl said.
Damn! I salute her fighting spirit! Go, girl!
"K." Drake replied. What the--- Is that it?!
Then the pretty girl smiled, but Drake turned away and walked back to his tree.
"We're breaking up." He said. Another, What the--- Is that it?!
The pretty girl suddenly froze. "W-What do you mean we're breaking up? We were just together earlier, and now we're breaking up already?" She asked. That's the same question we had too. =\_ =
"Well, that's all you wanted, right? To brag that you were my girlfriend? There, you were my girlfriend. Now leave."
Then he lay down again. The pretty girl ran off crying.
You're such a jerk, Drake Palma! Karma will catch up with you!!
We were back in Aya's classroom, thankfully our teacher was late, so we didn't get scolded.
"Well, that's it, Besh. Turns out being Drake's girlfriend is easy. He's such a nice guy to talk to! So easy to talk to!" Aya said sarcastically. Yeah, he's like the community boyfriend. Public property and all that. Well, of course...
"Well—"
"Then go talk to him like the pretty girl did and just tell Sheen your love life got a breakup."
"Then you'll be done with your problem, right?"
Well, that's a good suggestion.
"But it's embarrassing. He's our classmate. And the pretty girl is from another section, so that's fine…"
"It's fine, right! He probably doesn't even know you're classmates. Or maybe he doesn't even know you exist! You know him, he's always asleep. So don't worry, Besh."
Yeah, she's got a point.
"Alright then. I'll tell him later, then I'll tell Sheen we broke up already."
"Good luck with your Mission Impossible, Besh!"
Then we went to class. I planned to tell him after dismissal that I wanted him to be my boyfriend. Sigh! I'm forgetting that I'm a person who still has some shame when it comes to Sheen. Damn love, it's making me so gullible.
Here it is, dismissal time! People are starting to leave the room, but Drake is still slouched in his armchair. Totally autistic.
After 15 minutes, finally! The sleeping prince woke up. He grabbed his bag, stretched, and then walked out of the room. I quietly followed him. I'm going to tell him outside the campus! I have no intention of getting gossiped about.
When I was sure I was far enough from the campus, I nudged him.
Yes, Alys! You can do this! Aja!
He looked at me, then said, "Drake Palma, I want you to be my boyfriend."
Then he gave me a glare and turned around. Totally autistic =\_=
I counted loudly:
"Five"
"Four"
"Three"
"Two"
"One"