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"Suran hurry up!" Chan yelling outside my class as I hurried packing up my bag. He is impatient by nature and hated waiting for someone. I too hated him for that but grateful he never left me alone however long he needs to wait. "Sorry, wait for a while, Chan! don't leave me!" I yell back while searching my pencil case who I left somewhere in class and forgot. School already little bleak, most students are gone except for those who are doing extracurricular like Chan or me who wait for him.
"Suran!!" Chan yells as he shows up in front of my class door, his eyes glaring impatiently. Luckily, I find my pencil case just in time, "Alright, let's go!" I said as swiftly tucking my pencil case inside my backpack before carrying it. Chan sweeping his bangs with his breath, then turned his back getting outside my class while I'm following him. There's an unspeakable agreement about me and Chan that we always going home together after school except if one of us has an unavoided situation. We always do that since the first year.
"What took you so long?" a deep annoyed voice greets Chan as we walking down the stair. The dark-haired guy is looking at us with his lazy eyes. "It's Suran" Chan explains shortly, "Let's go". I followed them silently. Chan's yawning as he walks to the school's gate with me and Hiram following him behind.
Okay, that unspeakable agreement now it's not just me and Chan, but also with Hiram. Since six months ago. he joins me and chan to take a bus together. We always go home together but never talked to each other. It always Chan he talks to with. Similarly, I followed the same pattern. That becomes the habitual routine that we never really bothered. As for me, I don't want to really be involved with him. Hiram's popular. Not in a way that stereotypes in school are significant anymore in this society, but I never really talk to him.
Well, another reason is how I found out all of his manipulative lies.
As for now, I'm sitting in a one-person seat in the bus while Chan and Hiram stand beside my seat, holding the hand-ring. The bus is not really crowded but the seat is already full. Being the only lady in the group, I get the privilege to occupy the last empty seat.
I open my phone, looking at my notifications. There is nothing to see but that is only my excuse to avoid Chan and Hiram conversation. "I heard you broke up", Chan asked as I scrolling my phone. Hiram rolls his eyes as he bored with the question, "yeah, she is not fun." Chan also bored with his answer, "So, you said she just the same as other girls you have dated?". I bit my under-lip, little frustrated knowing the possible responses on this repeated talks
Hiram just cackles, "Why so serious?"
This is one part of Hiram that I began to despise. He is never serious about any kind of relationship. He is the kind of boy that girls head over heels with, but take them for granted just for his own amusement. I never understand what's really fun by playing people's feelings, but I guess he found one somehow.
Another part is how he played his fun. He laughed over how girls react to every break-up reason that he had. This time, the reason is a homemade meal
"I told her, I cannot eat her homemade meal, so I cannot date her", as he told Chan,
"Why?" Chan asked unamused,
"I feel sick by her food",
"Do you? really?"
"Nah, I just hate people who ask me to eat their food"
the so-called girl felt guilty and regretted making a homemade meal without his consideration. He really has numerous tricks to make people guilty in an unoffended way.
Chan gave me a look, telling me silently that he loathes this conversation a lot. Chan, in retrospect, is a very romantic guy, even though he has little experience in dating. The reason why he keeps this detestable conversation every week is that those who dated Hiram, always those who he had a crush on. This is another weekly routine for me, to hear his rant on Hiram after we got home.
The bus approaching our stop, Hiram goes separate ways to his home while I and Chan walk together as we lived in the same apartment. I never knew his home despite going home with him almost every day.
And we never talked.
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