Head Over Heels

Chapter Three:

Chapter 3

"T-THAT… MAN!” I was still pointing out where he was but I was facing my friends. "Did you hear that bastard? Damn! He's so—"

"Cute!" Dashna groaned

"Handsome!" said Tony.

"Oh, you shut up! Both of you, I hate you!" I marched on and left my friends barking at me.

It's just frustrating. I was so embarrassed earlier about the rules, he even made fun of me, he even hit me at the door and, worst of all, he told me I wasn't good and I am not pretty!

What the heck?

"He was the only person who told me I wasn't good!" I shouted as I waited to our car.

"Z-zairene."

My heart hurt when I heard that voice. I closed my eyes when I recognized it. "Maureen, why?" I asked her a cold question.

She slowly approached me. I was annoyed because she has a stupid face. I looked at her from head to foot. "I-I just want to s-say we're m-classmates," she said while bowing.

I glanced at her dress. We were in the same school uniform. That's it, I know it's not as old as mine, before.

"And so what? I don't care," I told her.

"I-I didn't go in our class today because I didn't have anything to use."

“Didn't you hear me? I said, I don't care! Can you stay away. My blood is boiling because you are in front of me!"

Because of my loud voice, Maureen was a little jumpy because she was out of balance and nearly knocked down. Everything seemed to be slow. I could see how Clark approached quickly and grabbed Maureen's arm.

"Are you alright?" I heard Clark's question her.

Maureen couldn't answer. She just stared at the antipsychotic man. Not even a blink of an eye.

"A-ah... y-yes. I'm fine. T-thank you," she said while adjusting.

I just look around the road to see if our car was coming.

"You know, you’re a bully!"

I glanced at Clark who’s now stood in front me. His face is dark and have no expression can be read with his eyes.

"Excuse me? Are you talking to me?" I asked as I point a finger at myself.

"Who else is fighting here? Aren't you the only one?"

I laughed softly. "Oh my God! Who told you that I was fighting her? I was just letting her out in front of me.” I hate to say it. I glanced at Maureen who was now behind Clark—hiding. "Look what you’ve did, Maureen. This guy thinks so, I'm fighting with you." I wish I could speak more and I would forget this anticipatory man. Fortunately, the car arrived to pick me up. "I have to go. Excuse me.” I turned to them and got into the car.

UNTIL I GOT home I still felt angry and annoyed at those two. I was about to go up the stairs when my sister called me.

"Zairene, how was your first day of school? Have you studied well?" she asked.

I made a fake smile when I confronted her, "This is a great day, sister. Promise!" I turned and rightly took the case again.

"It's good then. Is Maureen attended your class? How is she?"

When I heard that woman's name, I felt like I was in high blood again. "Come on! Stop asking me about her! We're not close." I couldn't help but feel the tone of my voice is raising.

My sister looked at me seriously and then closed the book and held it on the table. She slowly steps forward as her arms fold on her chest. "Did you fight her again?"

"What? What fight? She didn't even attend our class today!"

"Hey, why are you so upset?"

"I've been angry with her for a long time. You know that." I avoided looking at her.

My sister shook her head before sighing. "Zai, haven't you been able to move on? Mommy's gone. She’s been gone for almost seven years. Forget it and move on."

My eyes quickly warmed up. I started to cry while my hands out in anger when Zaira said that. "Forget it and move on? It is our mom then forget it? No freaking way, sis!"

"Zairene, when will you learn to forgive?"

I shook my head. My tears were flowing. I smiled bitterly. "No. I can't forgive that woman who caused mommy's death. As long as I live I will take my anger away from her!" I turned and ran to my room quickly.

I WOKE UP when I heard a gentle knock and it’s Zoilo. I fell asleep earlier while crying. I'm so tired today. It was so exhausting. At school, that antipsychotic new student and Maureen. Here at home is Zaira. Why am I feeling so bullied today? My eyes quickly clouded again.

I was only eight years old when our mom died. And Maureen is the culprit. She is the daughter of our former gardener. I used to play with her and we were classmates. Whenever mommy and daddy invited her here for dinner, I was so excited. Maureen and I had planned for her to sleep over and we were in my bedroom to sleep.

All the memories in my head, I see very clearly. On the night we were all asleep, Maureen and I were decided to eat because our stomach was starving. The house was dark because even our housemates were asleep. Since I was afraid of the dark, Maureen decided to get for something to eat in the kitchen downstairs.

I don't know what happened next. I just had to hear a crash. I hurried out of my room and saw Maureen, standing on the stairs. She was looking down and crying. I trembled as I walked closer to where she was.

My world was about to burst when my mommy was spotted bloody on the other side of the stairs. Our marble floors so mommy's head was covered of blood. She lost so much blood when she was taken to the hospital.

I was so angry with Maureen back then. I hate her so much. It hurt so much that I lost my mother. I'm her baby. I was always with her when daddy was away and busy for his shooting or taping. So it was hard for me to get up when I lost my mom. I hardly spoke and I couldn't cry during those times.

I was so angry with Maureen back then. I hate her so much. The disease loses its mother. I jumped at our siblings and at my mom's attention. I'm her baby. I was with him in bed when daddy was away and busy shooting or taping.

So it was hard for me to get up when I lost my mom. I hardly spoke and I couldn't cry during those times.

My mom is the most important person in my life. I loved her so much.