Mr. X

‘What do you think I should write about Cin?’ I asked, pretty much clueless about what I should bring for the night.

 ‘Write about him!’ She replied lightly.

I guess it was no more secret that I directly knew who she was referring to as “him” in her sentence. Because she knew whom I lately have feelings for, it was, for no more doubt was him.

But let me be really honest with you guys about this guy I’m going to tell you about: he wasn’t so much that what people will find attractive. He's a really skinny guy who can eat a lot of whatever he wants to eat without worrying having to gain any weight, almost always found wearing that one authentic shirt he likes best whenever we don't have to use uniforms, really psycho looking with a genius mind. I personally think that he looks like Benedict Cumberbatch at one point (no kidding. Especially with those kind of psycho expression he owns).

We get too used to sitting next to each other that I didn’t realize that I will soon miss him so much once we’re separated. It’s been weeks since we first sat next to each other. It was almost 6 weeks altogether without counting the weekends and the days that should’ve been there #GalauModeOn. I stare at him quietly for quite sometime after Cindy finishes answering my question. I realized that what she said was true that I have to cherish the time I have left to sit next to him. And since I had feelings for this guy, things seems to slightly move to a better side on how I had my words spoken.

We call him, just between me and Cindy, is the bad word “faggs”. Yep, we do call him that. We do not call him that for no reason though. The word itself represents his language of speaking: real bad ass (as if there is no boundaries to call people those kinds of bad things. People can say whatever they want, really. But I would remind him to shut up a few times – because bad words ain’t good for anybody’s health). Even though it hardens me to see the difference between the angry Fagg with the usual one, I get to learn that there is one difference in the way he stresses the words when he is upset. I guess anyone could’ve done better than me if they pay good attention. But last week I caught him crying a little bit – a rare sign showing frustration and desperation from a hard cored guy like him.

This Mr. X is such a sweet devil guy. He can be really helpful for some but very scornful and stabbing for others. A great awe amazes people for his ability to raise the standards of his studies and enormous ability of capping people – only, it is used always at the wrong time. He is too mysterious for any man to learn about. Who knows if he’s a vampire, really.

I remembered the way I feel the first time we get to sit next to each other for the first 2 weeks. I was a bit over reacting because I was extremely pleased with the sitting arrangement. I thought, for the very first time, I was so lucky to be sitting next to him. The first weeks turns out to be a bit awkward tho since I don’t know what topic should I talk to him about. As time goes by, I get inch by inch closer to him. I’ve found my way to spend some time exchanging thoughts about things that people will find a bit usual and can happen to any people in the school. Things changed so fast and without me realizing it will be the end of sophomore year already. Where did all these times go?

It’s a bit weird for me as for something like this never happened to me before. Someone I liked usually comes in easy from all the good stuffs they did and later on our dates I would realize that they are not as good as what they seem. But this guy, I gotta say it again there’s nothing so charming of his looks and attitude for all those bad words and skinny thighs. I mean like, what the hell just happened.

If I could date any person in this world tho, I would date someone unlike Faggs. No, I still like him for what he is this very second of his life but I wouldn’t want my kids to be beaten up badly by their own dad or being bullied simply because he was upset with them. I believe that lot of progression have occur on him since the day he first entered our school – I have no doubt that he can be so much better than what he is right now. But to prevent bad things from happen to my future kids and to protect the sake of our friendship, I guess I’ll just have to be very happy with sitting next to him for another week and being a best friend to someone who’s never felt so home and accepted by anyone but their parents. There is just so much potential in him that he should expand instead of left dying in a vase without any soil. -red

“Momma said you’re a pretty girl, what's in your head, it doesn't matter. Brush your hair, fix your teeth, what you wear it's all that matters. Pretty girl, shine the light on whatevers worst. Perfection is the disease of a nation” –Beyonce