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Chapter 1 | New TransfereeCARLHonestly, mornings are the toughest to deal with in a day. Especially if summer break just happened and you have to wake up at the crack of dawn just because of school.“CJ! GET DOWN HERE AND EAT! YOU’LL BE LATE FOR THE FIRST DAY!”‘I hate mornings so much. I haven’t even showered; why the hell would I eat?! ’ I thought to myself. I then got up from my bed and ignored my mom’s calls to eat as I showered. I got out of the shower, dried my hair, then threw on some washed baggy jeans and a pink hoodie. There was a matching part to the hoodie, yet I just couldn’t buy it anywhere. Sold out probably.⋆ ˚ ꩜ ｡ ⋆୨୧˚“Mom, I’ll get going!” I yelled from the front door to my mom; despite her protests to make me eat first, I went and got going. I didn’t care to eat in the morning; after all, I didn’t like bacon and eggs. I got on my skateboard, a pink Hello Kitty theme. (don't ask)⋆ ˚ ꩜ ｡ ⋆୨୧˚
After a few minutes, I arrived at school. It was a chilly day, so I didn’t even break a sweat. I went straight to my locker and put my backpack inside, getting a few notebooks and books. I placed my skateboard at the bottom of my locker; I was one of the few lucky ones to get a large locker rather than small ones. I checked my schedule for the day, the schedule that would repeat for a hundred Mondays from now.I entered the classroom and saw Aaron, my friend, and sat next to him. “Hey wazzap, dude.” I said to him as I sat down, putting my books on the table rather loudly, as the teacher looked at us. “Yo bro, who knew we both got Spanish first thing Monday, ey? ” Aaron said to me, laughing slightly as he kept moving his head to our teacher. We had the typical hot Spanish teacher, those movies say. “Heh, yeah dude. Lucky us, we get to see a hot teacher rather than some eyesore.” I cheered as I realize I forgot my pencil case; fuck, it’s too late. The bell rang the second I realized, then the door burst open, a boy with tanned skin, with dark brown eyes and black hair with a stupid-looking slick back. Who the hell even does slick backs in 2025!?“Ah, are you the exchange student? Miguel Gomez, right?” The teacher gushed at him as she stood up, analyzing what the new kid looked like, most likely to see if he looks smart or like a delinquent. In my opinion, he looks more like a delinquent. With that stupid smile on his face as he says he is the exchange student and-“Yo bro, isn’t that the matching pair for your hoodie you keep on trying to find? ”Aaron gasped as he tugs at my hoodie, Holy shit, it is! “Fuck bro, it is! I gotta ask him where he bought it! ” I marveled to Aaron excitedly, wanting to find out immediately where to get the hoodie. I’ve been looking for it for ages! But then the new kid looks at me as he scans the room; our eyes lock, and he scrunches up his nose and frowns, like I'm some dirt on his shoe! He then points to his own hoodie, then mine, and does a thumbs down! The hell is this dude’s problem!?I turn to Aaron, and then he just laughs; I realize he witnessed the whole thing. I turn to look back at the new kid, who’s still looking at me. I then stick my tongue out at him, and he laughs! The teacher then spoke up.“Alright, well transferee, can you please introduce yourself?” The new kid just nodded and went to the center at the front of the class. “Good morning everyone! My name is Miguel Gomez. You can call me Migz. I am from the Philippines as an exchange student. May I hope this year with you all will be wonderful!” The new kid- or, Miguel said, such a stupid name. Plus, Gomez? Isn’t that a Spanish name?“Hey, isn’t that a Spanish last name?” Aaron said, rather too loud, as the teacher heard and gave him a stern look. Yet Migz just laughed. “It is, but the Philippines was once colonized by the Spanish. So a few of us do have Spanish last names, but in my case my dad is mexican.” Migz said, unbothered by the fact Aaron’s comment was rather offensive. Was it always like that in the Philippines?“Ahem.” The teacher said sternly, glancing at Aaron and then pointing at one of the empty chairs at the other corner of the room. “Mr. Conner, please take a seat at that table over there.”Aaron looked like he was about to complain, but the teacher glared at him before he could even start. I was chuckling while Aaron was getting his stuff and then walked to the other side of the classroom. Yet my happiness was short-lived once the teacher spoke again. “Mr. Gomez, please now take a seat where Mr. Conner was sitting in previously.”My world shattered once I heard those words. Making Aaron leave was one thing; he deserved it anyway. But making the new kid, AKA the one who looked down on me the second he entered the room, stupid Migz Gomquez or something, SIT NEXT TO ME? Before I could complain, stupid Migz was already pulling up the chair next to me, but before he sat down, he kicked my chair! What the hell was this guy’s problem?! I just wanted to ask him about the stupid hoodie, yet now he was teasing me?! The second lunch starts; I will immediately tell my friends. (I'm a tattletale, I know.)As the teacher started to discuss, Ms. Campollo, Migz started to talk to me. “Oy pre wazzap,” he said in that stupid, squeaky voice of his. Have I mentioned how he looks so stupidly emo? black hoodie, grey sweatpants, AND black shoes?! “What do you want? And what does ‘pre’ even mean?” I say with clear irritation in my voice, can't he see I'm trying to actually listen to the lesson? Honestly foolish for me to think this was my chance to listen, as Aaron was made to move. But no, I can't possibly listen to the lesson when this chatty idiot is here! I don't even understand his slang-“Hellooo? Earth to pink guyy? Pinky hoodieeee,” Migz was rambling on. Shoot, did I zone out again? “Ah, shit. I zone out sometimes. What did you say?“I say in a whisper, in hopes that the teacher wouldn’t notice us chatting. “I said, ‘pre’ means bro in Tagalog, and why are you even wearing pink anyway? Bading ka ba?” I got irritated at him rather easily. Isn’t it obvious I can’t understand his language?“I don’t even know what ‘bading ka ba” means! ” I exclaimed, the teacher then looked at us, a warning, now agitated at him at this point. Gosh, all I wanted was for this guy to shut up! “Well, ‘bading ka ba’ means ‘are you gay?’ “ Migz smirked, a slight chuckle in his voice. I looked at him, an annoyed look on my face. “Just because I wear pink, I'm gay? Woah, I wonder how you survive in 2025 with that kind of mindset.“ I roll my eyes, and before he could talk back to me, I stepped on his shoe to shut him up. Well, it seemed to work since after I did that, all he did was look sad for the rest of Spanish class, 47 minutes to be exact.⋆ ˚ ꩜ ｡ ⋆୨୧˚The second the bell rang, I immediately went to Aaron, ignoring the fact Migz tried to trip me. Who cares about what he does anyway? He’s just someone stupid in my life. Just like everyone else. “How is it? Sitting next to the new kid?” Aaron asked when he saw me near him as he was still packing his things.“Terrible, he kept trying to chat the first part of the lesson, but I stepped on his foot before he could continue.” I complained, as I help Aaron pack up, and he mumbles a quiet ‘mhm.’ He always does that when he isn’t paying attention. “Are you even listening?” I ask Aaron; he had just finished packing and was ready to leave. “Honestly, bro, no. Can you repeat it?” Aaron then started to walk, making me have to keep up. “I said it was terrible. He kept talking to me when I clearly didn’t want to. I stepped on his foot, though. That shut him up.” Aaron then chuckles while looking at me, but then his eyes move to a girl near the lockers; she looked rather masculine, but she still had feminine features. Her hair was just below her shoulders, not my type if you ask me.“The hell are you looking at her like that? She’s the student council secretary. Way out of your league, flunker.” I pointed it out, which clearly makes Aaron mad. “I know bro, she’s just… She’s got that look, you know? ” I shrug at his response. “Honestly, no. I don't see ‘that look’ she has that you’re saying.” Aaron just rolled his eyes as he stopped at his classroom. “I’ve got English next. What time is your lunch again?” Aaron said.“11:40,” I say as Aaron smiled. “Same as the gang, huh?” he smirked. “Don’t call our friend group ‘gang,’ “ I say; he’s making us sound like drug dealers or something. Aaron then chuckles as he enters his classroom and waves goodbye.⋆ ˚ ꩜ ｡ ⋆୨୧˚I then started to walk to my next class, history. Suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked back and saw that stupid smile I thought I had escaped from. “Yooo wazzap, ulit pre! ” Migz said with a teasing voice. I pushed his hand off me, then looked at him like he was gum on the bottom of my shoe, just like how he looked at me just an hour ago.“The hell do you want? Get away from me will you? I gotta go to History.” I snapped as Migz gets a teasing smile on his stupid face. “History? Ako rin- ay, me too! Haha, sorry I slip and get back to my language sometimes.” He says as he touches my hair. “You’re allowed to dye your hair here?” He asks. “Yeah, why? You want to dye your hair too?” I ask, but then it sinks in. He has History now too?! “Wait—you have History too?! Could you not ruin my favorite subject?!” I spat, irritated at this coincidence, first he made me not focus on my worst subject; now he just might ruin my time in my favorite class?!“Isn’t this the room? 209?” Migz said as he pointed at the top of the door, I looked through the door mirror, and Ms. Vera was there; thank gosh it was her again. I was one of her favorites since junior year, and I’m hoping it stays that way. Sometimes she gets me mixed up with my other classmate, Heinrich, but that doesn’t matter now. I dyed the tips of my hair pink for many reasons, but this was one of them.“Yeah, it is, Ms. Vera. She’s nice as long as you’re smart and listen well,” I say as a small smile on my face appears. I enter the classroom, not waiting for Migz's response. Ms. Vera glances at the door, then smiles as she sees me. “Ah, Carl! Am I right?” She says, I smile, then nod. “Good morning, Miss!” I say as I sit down at my chair; she assigned seats last year too, so it was no surprise for me.I glance at the name of my seatmate, and my face turns pale. Gomez?! Maybe it was a different Gomez—yeah, a different Gomez! As Migz was introducing himself, I was praying that he wouldn’t go and sit next to me, but just my luck, he was walking towards my seat. ‘Fuck you, Ms. Vera,’ I mumbled, only low enough for me to hear, or so I thought. “Whatcha say?” Migz said as he sat down, a smile I knew well. Is he going to snitch on me?! He then raised his hand; before my protests, I just closed my eyes and awaited the worst.
“May I go to the restroom?” Migz said before looking back at me and smirking. That bitch!⋆ ˚ ꩜ ｡ ⋆୨୧˚“What’s taking Gomez so long in the restroom? Carl, could you please check on Gomez? You are his seatmate after all,” Ms. Vera said after she realized 20 minutes had passed. “Alright, Miss,” I say as I got up from my seat. ‘First day and he decides to skip, how bold,’ I thought.I entered the bathroom, only to be greeted by smoke. I saw Migz by the window, with a cigarette in hand. “Ms. Vera’s looking for you,” I say as I cough from the smoke. Migz turns to me, not surprised I’m here. “Just one more minute; let’s just say it took you a minute to get here,” he said as he took another puff. “The hell is your problem?! I don't know what they do in the Philippines, but smoking in the school bathroom here could get you expelled! ” I scolded him as I coughed due to the smoke. “I honestly don’t mind; private schools aren’t my thing anyway.” He said as he went near me, took a hit then puffed it in my face! What the hell?!I coughed aggressively, as the smoke was too much for my sensitive nose. “Aww little baby carl cant handle smoke?” He mocked me, I couldn’t even talk back since my lungs still hurt from the smoke. He then extinguished the cigarette on my neck, damn it! That hurt like a bitch! He then took my arm and brought us out of the bathroom. “You dumb? Obviously you should exit the bathroom if you cough that much from smoke.” He said, almost concerned. “Why the hell are you concerned? *cough* you’re the reason for me *cough* coughing anyway!” I complained, then Migz turned to me and look at me disgusted, the same look as this morning. “Who the hell said I was concerned? Better hide your neck, you would get questioned for it.” He said before he started to walk away, I had to keep up or Ms. Would wonder what took me so long.I put on my hood, just to hide that stupid cigarette burn that bitch Migz gave me.“Excuse ko nalang tumae ako” Migz said. What the hell did that mean? I punched him in the face, then he looked at me agitated. “What the hell? I don’t know your language, dude. Quit speaking in it if you want people to understand you.” I seethed. Migz looked like he was about to punch me back, before hesitating, maybe he realized how shitty he was in the bathroom. “Ay, forgot, sorry sorry.” He said as he patted my arm as an apology. Weird, he was so bitchy earlier; why did he seem depressed right now?⋆ ˚ ꩜ ｡ ⋆୨୧˚They arrived at the classroom; Ms. Vera now looked impatient. “Just what took you so long, Mr. Gomez? Carl, sit down.” I went to my seat and sat down, I then realized how my punch made a red mark on Migz’s face. Migz didn’t even look scared, as if he was just accepting it. “Yes, miss?” Migz said, unfazed, maybe he was a troublemaker before? “You took 20 whole minutes in the bathroom before Carl went to get you; care to explain? ” Ms. Vera said, clearly angry, most likely going to talk to him after class, and ask about the red mark on his face. “Well, it’s more of a… private conversation, miss.” Migz said. Was that just a made-up excuse so he could buy time to think of a perfect excuse? “Well then, stay back after class, then you will give me your explanation, and your face, would you like to go to the nurse’s office?” Ms. Vera said, Migz shook his head as a no, then Ms. Vera signaled for him to go back and sit, then continued on the lesson.⋆ ˚ ꩜ ｡ ⋆୨୧˚The end of the lesson came to be; we were all dismissed, and Migz stayed in his seat. I guess I kind of felt bad; after all, I’ve never spoken privately with a teacher before, besides the times I was told I was part of the honors list, obviously.⋆ ˚ ꩜ ｡ ⋆୨୧˚I then went to the bathroom to get changed, as gym was my next class. I arrived late to the gym, since it was rather difficult to move through the crowd, plus it seemed like every couple had to keep holding each other’s hand. It seemed like everyone had already partnered up and was already starting to check each other’s height, since every year we had to check our BMI and how well our fitness was before we actually have fun.I went to the teacher, not sure what his name was, but he looked like a pedo. “Sir? I just arrived, and I don’t have a partner.” I said, as he looked around and pointed at a boy that just entered the gym; his cheek was slightly red, his black hair looked rather fluffy, and he had eyes like a girl, but his body showed that he is a guy, as he was rather muscular. Wait—Migz?! Just why did it seem like we had the exact same schedule? “That boy that just entered, he’s your partner.” Fuck me. What the fuck, Sir! Migz just looked confused after what the teacher said and came over. “Sir? What do you mean?” Migz asked.“You and the pink boy over here will check each other's height, weight, and BMI. After that, do 10 reps of curl-ups, push-ups, and squats, 3 sets each. And then after that, check each other's flexibility, rank it 1-10, don't ask how, and just figure it out.” The teacher explained, then pointed where we would first check our weight and height. Wait, pink boy?! Migz just took my arm and went over to where Sir pointed, chuckling as he walked. All nice and teasing now, huh? “Where's the bitch from earlier? ” I asked Migz; then he stopped chuckling and now looked apologetic.“Yeah, I was a bitch earlier; I’m actually sorry about that.” He said, and before I could reply, he pushed me against the wall, WHAT THE FUCK— “I’ll check your height first, then you check mine, alright?” Oh, he was just checking my height, weirdo. “5 '8, now check mine.” Wait—5'8?! No way! “No—seriously check my height properly.” I said, not budging from my place. “Dude, you’re actually 5'8. Hey, miss? Can you check his height?” Migz then asked the person next to him to check. She was the girl Aaron was crushing on! “Uhm, it really is 5'8…” She said awkwardly, now I just wanted to die. “Shortass, check mine now,” Migz said before pushing me out of the way; now he was the one against the wall.I gulped as I realized that our heights were obvious; he was clearly taller than me, and that pissed me off. I looked at the stadiometer; it clearly said 6’0, right on the dot. “5,11.” Migz looked a bit shocked. “Really? You sure? ” Migz stuttered out; no matter how he tried to hide it, he was rather disappointed until he punched Carl on the head lightly. “I'm not dumb. I know I'm 6'0 ft. Um—miss? Could you help us again?” Migz asked the girl Aaron liked again; she smiled as she realized that sir made a mistake pairing the two of us. “Alright, my name’s Jasmine, by the way.” She chuckled. “Well, it looks like you’re—“ She stopped as she realized I was looking at her, and then I winked, trying to get her on my side; she smiled again. “Looks like you’re really 5’11!” Another girl answered as she appeared behind Jasmine.“I'm Eloisa! A pleasure to meet you!” She said, bowing slightly, probably as a joke. She then got slightly slapped on the shoulder by her friend; she had wavy hair, beach wavy hair to be specific. “You’re too friendly, ‘loisa. My name’s Kirsten.” The girl said, she winked too, probably meant she was also going along with Migz being 5’11. “Loisa! Your boyfriend’s being flirty again!” Another girl appeared; she was really pretty, honestly, and then pulled Eloisa slightly to probably see her boyfriend being flirty, and then it looked like Eloisa got mad. “AGAIN?! I swear I'm moving to kissing girls! ” Eloisa pouted. “My name’s Jewel!” Jewel laughed out at Eloisa’s tantrum, then she ran to her boyfriend—wait, ZACH?!“Wait, you know Zach? I mean—Eloisa, right? Was her boyfriend?!” I blurted out, out of shock. “Yeah, it’s only been like 2 weeks since they got together.” Jewel sighed. “Expected honestly, Zach’s a playboy,” I said, rolling my eyes. “Guys—my height? ” Migz butted in, forgetting he was here honestly, and then Jewel laughed; she looked cute. I looked at Migz to see if he was flustered by Jewel, but he wasn’t. He looked normal. Maybe he was the gay one? “You are 5’11!” Jewel chuckled, while Migz was in disbelief. “Seriously? Like, swear on your life? ” Migz said, desperately trying to get the truth out. “Fine, fine. 6’0. Happy?” I decided I shouldn’t let this drag out anymore. Migz let out a sigh of relief.“Thank Gosh. Anyway, I'm Miguel, or Migz,” Migz said, introducing himself. I guess I should too. “Carl Martin,” I said, and then Jewel looked rather shocked. “I knew you were familiar! Top 1 of freshman year, right?” I nodded, then Eloisa came running back, jumping slightly on Jewel’s back. “I knew it! Anyway, Zach and I broke up. He was boring anyway!” Then Eloisa took Jewel away; Kirsten then followed. “Well, it was nice meeting you!” Jasmine said as a goodbye, then caught up to her group. Then it was only me and Migz again.“Curl-ups? ” Migz asked, rather hesitant to do so. “Duh, what are we gonna do, stare at each other? ” I said in reply, then started to walk over to the curl-up area sir put up. I then lay on the yoga mat, rather tired and sleepy at this point. Migz kicked my legs; I glared at him. “You go first?” Migz asked, and I nodded. “Better to finish quickly.” Migz then sat on my feet to help with the curl-ups. While I was doing the curl-ups, I then remembered what happened in the bathroom.“Hey, Migz? ” I looked at Migz. “What.” Cold. “What happened to you in the bathroom?”MIGZFLASHBACKI was just trying to take a piss, dammit. Why did that call come? Why did my mother have to tell me Dad was going through something? Why did Dad have-CARL“Migz? Hello?” I tried to get Migz’s attention; I was already done with my curl-ups, and he still hadn’t answered me. Migz looked like he snapped back to reality; maybe it was a bad time to ask? “Oh. Er, I’d rather not talk about it,” Migz answered. Ah, really bad time to ask about it. “Ah, alright.” Awkwardly, I then got up and gestured for Migz to be the one lying down now. “I’ll just finish this quickly so we can get to lunch now, right? ” Migz asked, and I nodded in reply. I then held his feet to lock him in place, and damn, his muscles were rather showing in that angle, kind of envious honestly.“Could you stop staring at my muscles? Like, I know I'm jacked, but…” Migz said as he smirked. I punched his legs hard; that made him wince. “Just shut up and finish.” Migz then laughs and does as I say. He does the curl-ups with ease; not even 5 minutes go by when he finishes. “Toldya,” Migz said as he started to stretch. He seems normal again. Just how easy is it for him to fix his emotions? “Let's go to sir to submit our data,” Migz declared, already ahead of me, forcing me to catch up.We submit our work, then proceed to the locker room to get changed. I took off my shirt, accidentally catching Migz in the corner of my eye; damn, he really was fit. Toned muscles, a lean body, and a six-pack? The hell did this guy do every day, work out for 5 hours? “You’re staring again,” Migz said, as he started to look at me, too. There really wasn’t much to see in my opinion; the only thing worth looking at was probably how I had the waist of a girl; an hourglass body was probably hard to find in a boy. No wonder why Migz looked shocked; then he laughed.“Seriously?! You already don’t have any muscles, and you have a ‘small waist’?!” Migz laughed at me, like really laughed; it was loud and annoying. “Don’t go to the Philippines; people would actually think AND call you gay! ” He added, what even was his problem? Just because he had muscles of a grown adult, he could laugh at me like that? “Just shut up; most girls don’t like that much muscle anyway. Why do you even care about what I look like?” I said, annoyed at him as I put on a white Hello Kitty shirt and those obnoxiously pink Hello Kitty pajama sweatpants. Now came another wave of laughter.“HONESTLY—HAHAHAHAHA, YOU CANNOT BLAME ME AT THIS POINT! ” He said, laughing too much to get words out. “Why do you care about how I dress?! This is the only thing I have anyway; I forgot my clothes for after PE at home; this is my spare! ” I said, not exactly happy that I'm wearing this too, but what choice do I have? My clothes from before are in my locker in the hall, and I would get detention if I went out in the halls in my PE uniform. “Still! Do you like pink THAT much?! Pink hair AND clothes?!” Migz chuckled as he put on the matching part of my hoodie again. I don't want to ask him about it, honestly. I feel like he would use it to his advantage. “Confidence is key; I just have to be proud wearing this, and people won't care.” I said densely; it’s the truth anyway. I then walked out of the locker room to go get lunch; people definitely looked at me. Not to sound cocky, but I'm rather popular. So I just laughed it off, saying hi to almost everyone I saw to mask my embarrassment. Thankfully, I finally reached my locker.I took my phone from my locker to see a text from the group chat, Aaron chattedI chuckled at my friends argument, especially that Mikan was kicked again. “Where you eat lunch?” Migz then asked behind me, geez just when will he leave me alone?! “None of your business.” I then started to walk to the park. Yes, we had a park inside our school. “You gonna eat with Aaron? I’ll join!” What the hell. Just how annoying will this guy be?! “Who the hell do you think you are? No, you can’t join! Make your own friends.” I said, annoyed. “We gonna eat at the park.” Migz asked, ignoring my previous statement. I sighed, knowing no matter what I do he will follow me. “Yeah.” I gave in.⋆ ˚ ꩜ ｡ ⋆୨୧˚“Our other friends will be there,” I said as we neared the park. “Really? Who? Migz asked, leaning down a bit to hear me. Asshole. “Just a couple. We have a larger friend group, but this little one is my go-to.” I say, actually happy with my friends. They’re annoying, sure, but still. “Ahhh, who are they? ” Migz asked again, clearly not giving it up. “There's just 7 of us. Me, Mikan, Klark, Uno, Tristan, Zach, and Heinrich.” I explained, once we had our table in sight, I pointed it out. “That's our table, and everyone.” The table was an average picnic table, just slightly larger to fit a group of 10.Aaron spotted me—no, wait, us. Aaron just laughed as he realized I had Migz with me, then the others followed suit as my face probably looked pissed off. We reached the table, and before I could speak, Migz did. “Hey! Miguel Gomez, just call me Migz, though! I'm a transfer student; I would like to get to know you all! Besides Carl, he can do what he wants,” Migz said as he laughed at the last part; the others were still laughing too. I decided that I will do their introduction. “Sorry I didn't tell you guys I was bringing someone else. You already know Aaron, right?” I said as I glanced at Migz; he nodded, and I continued. “Well, the Black one (that earned a comment from Tristan) is Tristan, the shortest one over there is Heinrich, this one (I pointed at Uno) is Uno, and here (I placed a hand on Zach’s head) is Zach.” I said, and before I let go of Zach’s hair, I pulled it a bit; he deserved it, with Eloisa and everything.“Wowww Carl ACTUALLY introduced us?! ” Heinrich looked shocked, then Uno smirked. “So, is he added to our group? I mean—YOU out of all people introduced him here after all,” Uno said, and then Migz looked confused. “Why is it such a shock Carl introduced someone?” Migz asked; the Uno scooted over and gestured for Migz to sit. Once Migz had settled, Uno put a hand on his shoulder. “Because Pink boy over there doesn’t like adding people to our group, no matter what,” Uno said with a smirk, and then Migz was the one smiling. “Really?! Am I that special to you, Carl?! ” Migz said with sarcasm. I sighed and took a seat next to Zach. “Don’t get cocky. I just met you this morning, plus you pissed me off at that time!” I said, and before Migz could reply, we saw one large figure running at us—actually, it was just Mikan with Klark on his back, I realized.Mikan was always tall, 6’2 to be exact, and Klark was around what? 5’5? So it was no surprise they pulled that stunt again, and we all laughed, not because of the piggyback ride that was happening, but the fall they took. As Mikan was running, he tripped over something and fell face-first in the grass, but since it was kind of downhill, both Klark and Mikan were rolling down until they were about a foot away from our table. Everyone was laughing, “IDIOTS, I TELL YOU! ” Uno laughed, but Heinrich decided to help the two get up, even though he too was 5'5" himself. Then I decided to introduce Migz to the two as they fixed themselves. “Migz, the tall one is Mikan and the short one is Klark. Mikan, Klark, this is Migz,” I said as I pointed at them once I mentioned their names.“Hello!” Klark said in a stupid, high-pitched voice as he took a seat next to me, and then Mikan did too. “Don't take my baby away from me!” Mikan said as he hugged Klark romantically, then Klark copied him: “Daddy Mikmik, save me from this creep! ” They then proceeded to hug romantically, but Mikan got slapped in the face by a girl, Emerald Greengrass. Mikan is actually a rather toxic relationship. I mean on both sides, like why would you agree on an open relationship and then be mad when your partner is actually doing it?! “Mikan! Stop doing that, alright!? I swear I will break up with you!” Emerald exclaimed, then Mikan put Klark aside and stood up as well. “I thought this was an open relationship. Why are you mad?! Did you see me mad when YOU were cozying with that other girl?!” Mikan spat out. “That was different—ugh, you’re impossible! ” Emerald sighed as she just walked away, flipping Mikan off. Toxic meets toxic never end well.“Jeez,” Mikam said as he sat back down. We were all kind of silent for a while before another girl came over, laughing. “OY, HIDE ME FOR A SEC,” the girl, or Hermie, said as she hid at the end of the table before another girl came over. “Where is she?” She, to be specific, Virma, demanded, then pricked at Uno, as he was the closest person, to tell her where Hermie was, before any of us could answer. Hermie emerged, and then they both ran, one running away and one chasing.“Oi Eloisa!” Aaron then shouted and made Eloisa come over to their table. “What?! ”Eloisa said, angry already. “Angry already? Geez—what's up with that shirt—is that blood? ” Aaron asked before yet another girl arrived (jeez, how many more new characters are there?). “Why are you asking anyway?! ” The new girl exclaimed. “Shut up, Arriana. I'm not talking to you! ” Aaron got mad, so Arriana was her name. “Let's go, Eloisa, he's just trash! ” Arriana said, then Hermie appeared again, near Aaron. “Awhhh, the knight saving the princess! ” Hermie said, as she and Aaron laughed and high-fived. “What about it?! At least Eloisa has someone that protects her; what about you, huh? Do you have someone to protect you? WALA! "Arriana said in response, and then they proceeded to walk away, their tongues sticking out. Eloisa had a rather slight blush. When I turned to look at Migz, he seemed a bit shocked.“What's with the face? ” I asked Migz, “Huh? Oh, it's just that she spoke in Filipino. Is she Filipino? ” Migz said. “Yeah, I think she is,” I answered.⋆ ˚ ꩜ ｡ ⋆୨୧˚Lunch had passed, and English had started. We had barely made it on time since the park was so far from the English classroom. The teacher was so boring; I had already learned this stuff last year. I wanted to sit back and relax and enjoy this last period asleep when all of a sudden I heard this agitating, grating voice. “Oi, oi. Look, Migz said to me, just why did he have to constantly sit next to me, and what the hell was he giving me?! I looked at his hand, and what he had was a note. The hell? He was next to me; why won't he just talk? “Just tell me; you’re wasting paper,” I said, which made Migz frown. “But I want to write,” Migz complained, bitchass. “Fine.” I gave in yet again.NOTES | Carl , MigzHiThe hell do u want?Im boredWhat do u want me to do?Entertain meThe fuck? What does that even meanTalk to meNoYesHello?Write backMigz started poking me, forcing me to write.I dont want toWhy notCauseCause whatI wanna sleepI cant sleepSo whatTalk to meNoPleaseNoPlsWhyBecause im boredTheres like 20 minutes left you’ll be fineI wontWhyCauseCan you like stopNoWhat will we even talk aboutSkibiddy sigma boyHoe whatWe kept going back and forth until the bell rang, and Migz bolted out of there like there was no tomorrow. I would too, but I had no energy. The day ended with me saying bye to the friends I saw in the halls, me getting my skateboard from my locker, and stuffing my previous clothes into my backpack, and I was outta there. When I got home, mom wasn’t here, probably a night shift at the hospital. Guess dinner tonight and breakfast is on me.I threw on my pajamas, then turned off my phone, besides for my mom of course. Then went to make those lasagna cheesy sheets I keep seeing on tiktok. It was good, honestly. I left some on the stove for my mom to eat once she got back. I went to the bathroom to do my skincare, some basic stuff honestly. Put on a overnight face mask, and finally went to sleep at 11pm.