Head Over Heels

Chapter One:

Chapter 1

I COULD’N PAINT my face in front of a mirror. My jaw aches every time I smile because there is a big pimple on my nose. "It's annoying!" I grabbed the soap and gently rubbed it on my face. I slowly held it in a circle that served as a nightmare for me. "For real? Ugh!" My turn to the faucet was so strong that all the water that came out of it threw me off.

"The first day of school, but what about your face? Good Friday?" It was my brother Zoilo. I just looked bad at him and went straight to daddy who was now busy reading the newspaper.

I kissed him on his cheek. "Morning, dad," I greeted him. He smiled at me and I sat down next to Ate Zaira who’s holding and reading a book while eating.

"Good morning, baby. Eat up and our driver will take you to your school together with your siblings," said daddy while sipping coffee.

"Okay."

"Well, I almost forgot, Zairene, you're in Maureen's section, okay?" Ate Zaira told me cause my eyebrows rose.

"What? But why? There’s a lot of sections in our school but why do we need to be together?” I turned to Zoilo who’s now had a wide smile. "Brother? How did that happened? She's not usually in the pilot section. What's that? I am not in the pilot section anymore?" I glared at him.

He raised his hands. "I don't know anything, baby sis!"

"We all know you're not going to be released from the pilot section, dear sissy, so we just put Maureen in the pilot." Zaira's simple answer.

"No! That's annoying," I whispered.

"Why, Zairene? Is there something wrong?" Dad asked.

I did not answer him. I just scooped the roast and put hotdog, eggs and bacon in my dish. Obviously, daddy knows nothing but my siblings, my goodness! I was tripped by them.

I glanced at Zoilo. He's 5 years older than me and he's in college. His course is criminology and he is in the third year. Our campus called him “The heartthrob” because he is really handsome and has a talent for singing.

While my Sissy Zaira is in her first year of college in Journalism. She's 3 years older than me. My sister is not as simple as I am. She prefers to be alone and often read or write. Well, that is her passion, I have nothing to do with it.

And me?

I can say that Zoilo and I are in common. Not to boast about it but I'm one of the famous ones at our school. I'm in grade 9 and today is our first day of class

"ZAIRENE!" I was just getting off our car when someone called my name. It made me smile when I knew who it was. I even pulled some strands of my hair off my face.

"Dashna!"

"Go home immediately after school, baby!" Zoilo yelled at me while he is in the front seat, next to our driver.

"Okay," I replied. I turn to Dashna which is now beside me. "Zup!?" I asked her at the same time holding onto my hair.

"I am still pretty as always! How about you? How’s Japan?"

"It's still Japan," I said.

I was in Japan on vacation with my cousins Almira, Ashley and Celestine. During the almost two months I stayed there, I felt at peace somehow.

"Probably! Let’s go to our room!" We both laughed and started walking to our classroom.

GRADE 9-DIAMOND

I smiled when I read that I was in that section. As usual, the pilot again. For sure, my classmates last year were here and we were still together.

"Zairene, Dashna, over here!" Mikael shouted at us. He’s one of our friends. He pointed the two vacant seats in front of him. I smiled. They know exactly where I want to be.

I walked to the front. I don't care what kind of eyes are on us.

"Nice bag, girl!" It was from Tony. My gay friend. "Signature?"

"Of course, Tony!" I raised my eyebrows. She also got up and laughed out loud. I just shook my head. "Prada." I proudly show my bag to my friend.

"Hi, Zai!"

"You're still beautiful!"

"Thank you." I smiled at my classmates. My pimple is gone because of their compliments to me. It just doesn't seem like they notice it on my face.

"Yours really, Miss Zairene Fiona Mendez!" He said at the same time. They are accustomed to my art and pride. I don't care. I have the right to be this way because I am a Mendez. It runs in our blood.

My dad is well known and famous. He's not just an artist in the Philippines. Even abroad he is well known. It is also undeniable that I inherited my mommy's beautiful possessions so much that it really elevates everything.

"I saw your older brother, seriously! He's really handsome!" Dashna whispered to me. I shrug my shoulder.

"Overacting," I whispered as well.

She frowned at me. “He's so handsome, Zai. Why are you like that to your brother?”

"You know, Dash, you're thousand times more likely to say that this morning. And you know what, when he heard that you are saying those words to him, he will surely have a big head!”

“That’s one of the things I liked about him—” She stopped talking. She’s just looking at the door. I wonder why. I followed her gaze and saw who she was looking at.

A man now standing at the entrance of our classroom. He held a paper and then stared at the door as if reading the subjects and schedules that are posted.

"So handsome!" Dashna exclaimed.

I know and she's right. This man is extremely handsome. White, tall, not thin but not greasy. His body was just right. A handbag was fastened to his right shoulder while his hand rested on his red lips. He wore a school uniform. Black pants with leather shoes. White polo over the blazer with our school logo on it.

"New student?" Alexis asked at my back. Michael and Damian are next to him.

"So, he is the transferee from somewhere in Cavite," Tony said.

Dashna is beside me. They were halfway through me. "Transferee? Doesn't the school have a rule that when the transferee is in the lowest section goes? Not to the pilot," I said.

My ships just shrugged. I just looked at the guy. I don't know but he seems to be captivating me by simply standing up.

What's with this guy?