| Fan Fiction |
by jingylovessoup
Chapter 1 Getting on my Nerves
“Is this yours?”
I looked up from my seat. Towering over me was a guy carrying a backpack over a shoulder and holding out a spectacle box which looked exactly like the one I have. The guy was none other than the famous, or should I say, infamous, Bosco Wong.
“Oh, you! Give it back!” I told him fiercely. I cannot stand the sight of him holding my things.
I reached out my hand quickly to grab my spectacle box back, but he pulled it out of my reach. “You are so fierce!” he said to me with a frown. “I’m not giving it back anymore.” I widened my eyes and looked at him in disbelief as he kept my spectacle box in his bag.
“Bosco Wong! You idiot!” I yelled at him angrily. How could he do that? How could he take my spectacle box and keep it in his bag?! Is that not equals to stealing! Oh, Bosco Wong, you thief! I gave him a death glare when he walked past me, but he returned my hostile expression with a smug look. How infuriating! Why won’t he pick on other people instead?
He walked to the back and took a seat at the end of the row. Guys in my school always like sitting at the back row; they feel that sitting at the back row lessens the chances of being called up by the teacher to solve questions, but they are so dense and so wrong. Teachers always have this special knack of calling up students from the last row.
But there is always an exception. There is one guy, this particular guy, who always sits on the very first row. He’s always there, rain or shine. He’s cute. When I told that to Tavia, she said I have bad taste. I rolled my eyes at her. She always looks down on people who wear spectacles just because I wear spectacles and she doesn’t. On the other hand, I’ve always thought spectacles makes a person look smarter and more mature, well, unlike that Bosco Wong, oh, that idiot’s so immature and childish! Anyway, back to the cute guy I noticed. It’s a real pity he’s only in my Chemistry classes.
I was about to go to the back of the classroom to retrieve my spectacle box from Bosco Wong when our Economics teacher, Mrs. Fields, entered the classroom. I sighed. What bad timing. I hastily took out my economics homework and placed it on the table.
The moment Mrs. Fields stepped into our Economics class the first time, I regretted taking this subject. Having to endure two years of Mrs. Fields’ classes is going to be no mean feat, and I am afraid I won’t be able to survive this. I can already foresee me dropping this subject at the end of the term.
My head dipped lethargically when she was explaining the boring stuff about theory of demand and supply. “Will someone tell me why the demand curve is downward sloping? ...Leila Tong!” A high-pitched scream pierced my eardrums, giving me an instant headache.
For a moment I thought I heard the ringing echoes of a fire alarm in my ears. My eyes snapped open and I perked up, immediately shouting, “Shit, fire! Run for your lives!”
I was immediately pulled back into reality when I heard a whole class of giggles. I looked around and every one was staring at me with an amused expression. I felt the heat going up to my face. This was embarrassing. So the echoes were caused by Mrs. Fields’ scream in my ears and all this fire alarm nonsense was just an illusion. See what I mean when I said I regretted taking Economics…
“Quiet, class!” Mrs. Fields commanded. “Leila Tong, see me after class,” she told me in a stern voice. This boded ill. The class gradually became quieter, but I still heard a soft snigger at the back of the class. Feeling puffed with anger on hearing that voice, I turned my head around to sneak a look at Bosco Wong. Indeed it was him. I caught his gaze and sneered at him. He smiled contentedly at me. I glared. He was so going to get it.
* * *
“I do not want to see you losing your attention in my class again, Leila Tong, if this happens again… … … … … … … … … … … … … understand me, Miss Tong?!”
Mrs. Fields’ voice rang in my ears for a second time that day. Right after the class filed out of the room, I stayed behind, with a notably huge sigh, to see my Economics teacher. For the past 10 minutes she had been scolding me about not paying attention in class, although most of the content of her speech was a blur to me. My attention faded again, and even though it was just the first lesson of the day, I was already feeling extremely tired and I needed to catch some sleep.
I perked up when her speech finally ended, and with fake enthusiasm, I exclaimed, “Yes, Ma’am!”
“Okay, you may leave now, BUT remember what I said to you,” she finally spoke the magic words with a warning at the end which went unnoticed.
“Of course, Ma’am.” Without any hesitation, I grabbed my sling bag and dashed out of that classroom. I was ready to go grab my breakfast from the cafeteria.
“Hey slow down there, young lady!”
I heard a deep and stern voice stopping me from behind, and that caused me to halt immediately. It sounded almost like the principal. Now what have I done wrong again? This was really not my day.
Bowing my head sheepishly and turning around slowly to face the principal, I apologized for my inappropriate behaviour, “I’m very sorry, sir, I was just a little rushing for time just now sir, I won’t run down corridors again.”
I expected a warning from the principal, but all I heard was a familiar snigger. With a suspicious expression I slowly lifted up my head, and found myself coming eye to eye to Bosco Wong who was pretending to be the principal. “Why is it you again!” I growled agitatedly, standing up straight and storming off in the other direction. Why won’t he ever get out of my life?!
“Hey! Don’t walk off so fast!” I heard him shouting after me. His voice made me quicken my steps, but he still caught up with me anyway. “I have no idea you are so paranoid,” he told me in a bemused tone when he was walking alongside me.
“Can you please stand two metres away from me?” I pointed at his feet and warned, rolling my eyes.
His amused expression quickly faded into a frown. “Why are you doing this, Leila? Am I really that detestable?”
“You’re asking the obvious,” I said, rolling my eyes again.
He heaved in a huge lungful of air. “What’s wrong with you, Leila Tong?” He was starting to sound angry. “Why are you so cold towards me the very first day you stepped into this school? I don’t think I have ever offended you before, Miss Leila Tong.”
I stopped in my tracks, turning towards him, and giving him an unfriendly glare. “You know very well whether you did, Mr. Bosco Wong. And,” I held out a hand towards him, “my spectacle box.”
He let out a sigh and reached for his bag. I could tell the playful glow in his eyes was gone. Was I too mean? I guess I was, but I couldn’t care much. This guy really annoys me for his constant involvement in girl company and of course, not forgetting, this grudge towards him that I bore since eight years ago.
He fished out my spectacle box and slammed it into my open palm, and without saying another word, he took off angrily. I stood there transfixed at his sudden display of fury. He really is as petty as a girl, isn’t he? I had no idea how long I was standing there before an excited voice mobilized me. “Leila!” Tavia appeared in front of me. “Wasn’t that Bosco Wong who talked to you? Wow, Leila, tell me, he’s in your Economics class as well? Wow, don’t you feel so fortunate he’s in so many of your classes?”
“No, Tavia, no,” I pleaded, “Stop it, Tavia, I do not feel fortunate at all, stop rubbing it in. I’ve already had a bad day.”
* * *
The day ended with Chemistry. Bosco Wong really didn’t talk to me the entire day. I guessed he must be very angry with my attitude towards him. Maybe I was a little too harsh. I should at least pretend to be nice to him, but I just can’t control my feelings. Whenever I’m reminded of how he destroyed my only trophy I’ve ever achieved in my early school days eight years ago, and whenever I see girls surround him like bees to honey, I’ll be disgusted, and I’ll wish I’ll never see that face of his again. But my wish will never come true because he’s in so many of my classes.
I packed my stuff, ready to leave the class. I stood up with my bag and saw half the girls from my Chemistry class hanging around with Bosco Wong at the back of the room. I scrunched up my nose. Why am I not surprised at this scene? I turned my back to face them and someone sitting in the front row of the classroom caught my eye. It was that cute guy! He was busy writing away at his Chemistry tutorial. I decided to go up and talk to him.
“Hello,” I greeted.
He looked up, paused, before he smiled. (Oh! That smile!) “Hello,” he replied.
I think my heart skipped a beat when he talked to me. “Aren’t you going home yet? It’s getting late,” I asked.
He shook his head. “I’m finishing my homework first. I won’t have time to do it when I reach home,” he told me.
“Oh, then I’ll get going first,” I said. I was about to wave when Bosco Wong approached me.
“Yes, we’ll get going first. Have fun doing homework, nerd!” he told the cute guy, and he tugged my hand and pulled me out of the classroom.
I looked at Bosco Wong incredulously. What’s up with this guy? Wasn’t he angry with me? Once out of the room, I flung his hand away from mine. “What are you doing, Mr. Bosco Wong?!” I yelled at him. How could he ever do this in front of the cute guy? What if he thinks me and Bosco Wong are an item? Bosco Wong, you really ruined my life!
“What? What’s wrong?” He folded his arms and frowned, just like a kid throwing a tantrum. “I just can’t stand you being nice to other guys and so cold to me.”
I let out a huge sigh of defeat. “Bosco Wong, you’re really getting on my nerves,” I muttered but I made sure he could hear it. Then I stormed off.
* * *
I hate Mondays. I have to walk home alone because Tavia’s classes end early and mine end so late. I hate passing by that haunted house on the way home. I’ve heard many stories about how people went into the house and never came out. I shudder every time I hear those stories. It’s not that I entirely believe them, but I’m always reminded of the face I see at the attic window of the house. While thinking of this, I reached that house again.
It was still rooted to the ground firmly, its mere presence causing my hair to stand on its ends. The sky was dark, but it seemed the house was dipped in a darker shade than the sky. I hugged my jacket to myself in the chill of the night. I always feel that icy breeze gently crawling on my skin whenever I pass by this house, sending a tingling feeling down my spine. The curiosity was killing me. I couldn’t help but steal a look at the attic window of the mansion again.
Then I stopped right at where I was standing.
It was that face again! My heartbeat raced and thumped hard against my chest. It was too dark and I couldn’t see clearly, but I was so sure that was someone at the attic of this house. Fine, maybe it’s not someone, but something at least.
For a second I thought it moved. Then I felt a tap on my shoulder. That light touch jolted me immobile, and my heart almost leapt out of my mouth.
I jumped in fright and screamed.
“Whoa.”
I heard a voice. Was that a human voice? I slowly turned around, with my hand covering my eyes. “Hey, calm down there, it’s me,” the same deep familiar voice continued.
Now I recognized that voice. I talked to him just a while ago in school. I quickly removed my hands and let out a huge sigh of relief. It was the cute guy from my Chemistry class. “Thank goodness it’s only you,” I said. I turned around and glanced again at the attic window. The face was gone.
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incognito: Well I hope it isn't too boring! Next update won't come so soon, but I'll try my best to produce a chapter when I'm free!