He lost his memories, that is what I heard. That explains why he talked to me yesterday because he didn’t know me. Did he forget that he hates me? I know he hates him because he glares at me every freaking time I look at him. He even mouthed some words to me before, and I always imagine him with a black aura around him and the horn of a devil.

His mom and my mom are best friends. They used to set us up before. They wanted us to be friends or something, but they failed to make it happen. In fact, he was my greatest enemy and my greatest rival. From the very first time we competed on the same stage, none of us wanted to lose. Our mother stopped meeting us a year after our first competition because I punched his nose after he teased me for being a loser. After that, I promise myself that I will never let him win again, whether it be in quiz bees, spelling bees, science competitions, debates, etc. We always meet on stage, even outside of school competitions. I think he follows me in every competition I enter, just like how I follow him. None of us let each other win, and there is no way I will let him, not in a million years.

I’m positive that he will never talk to me again. He's never talked to me before, even if he knows me. What about now? right? I heard he lost most of his memories. He doesn’t even know who he is. I never wish for him to get into an accident and lose his memories of who he is, even though sometimes I want to kill him for being annoying. I am not happy with him being like this. Although I hate him to the core, it doesn’t change the fact that I also respect him for being true and not understanding me for being a woman. In every competition we are in, I felt like he was fighting me a pang to pang and tooth to tooth. And if he loses, I never heard from him that he’s letting me win just because I am a woman. But but but!

I still hate him to the core and it will never change. Not underestimating me or any other woman is no big deal at all. It’s the bare minimum and they shouldn’t be praised for it because that is what they should do. 

I don’t need to avoid him anymore, I’m sure he will never approach me and I will be invisible to him forever. He is still with his friends, and they’re with him. I’m sure he also forgets that we’re rivals; there's no need to compete with him. I’ll just need to fill my days with good memories, and I'll try to make some friends. Maybe I should have eight friends? Yeah, maybe. I think m and Angel are friends now. I am just assuming things. She’s good to talk to. I wish to be closer to her in the future. 

I look at my phone. I should change the glass on it. It was not really broken since it has tempered glass, so the screen is fine. A notification suddenly popped up on my screen. It was a message, I opened the message and read it. 

Unknown: 

Hello, I am the guy who broke your phone's tempered glass. I just want to compensate it. Please tell me how much I should pay you.

I blink a few times and read the message a hundred times before throwing my phone on the bed. What the? Is that Ray?! How did he get my number? It vibrated again, so I picked it up and read the message.

Unknown:

I am Ragnar, we’re classmates. I’m sorry again. I asked my mom what your phone number is. Since I heard were friends.

Friends? Friends? We are? WE ARE FRIENDS? Where the hell did he get that idea? Oh god, this is crazy. Should I walk back into the fort in my room? Should I reply to him? No, I should not! I promise to ignore him, so I will! I took a deep breath, and ignored him. I will ignore him no matter what. I lay down in my bed and look at the ceiling. I hope he’s okay. Although I hate him, I hope he’s okay. 

I look at the class seating arrangement on the table where our professor put it. I scan the room. After that, I follow and count the number of seats in my head. I was on the left side and in the third row. I walked towards it and then took my seat. I wonder where Angel belongs. Should I take a look? No, I should wait for her. I don’t want her to think that I am feeling close to her, which I am. I waited for Angel to come, and after five minutes, I saw her entering the room. She immediately scans the room and our eyes meet. She slightly waves her hand and I wave back. She looked at the paper on the table too, and then walked toward me and took a seat in the second row. She’s in front of me. I smiled. 

“Oh my god! I’m so glad we’re near to each other!” she exclaimed, I agreed, although this is my first time sitting at the back and not in front. Our classroom gradually filled with our classmates. It got crowded and got noisier, but I liked it because, unlike before, I didn’t have someone to talk to. When Ragnar entered the room, he was approached by our classmates, who helped him to find his seat. They look in my direction, and I turn around. In just a second, someone put a bag beside me, and it was Ray. 

Wait? What? Why the hell is he on my side? It’s obvious that we’re seatmates, but! 

“Hi.” He uttered, I look at him and can’t help but glare. I looked around to see if someone saw him talking to me, and thank God everyone was busy. I ignored him and didn’t acknowledge his presence. 

No one in the art room yet, I am early. I took a seat. I was added to the new group chat earlier for the art club by my fellow club member, so that means I am officially part of it. They also announced the meeting, so here I am. I’ve been wanting to enter the art club for years, but I am quite busy and I can’t afford to add it to my schedule now that I lay low for competitions. I have time for it already. The competition was really exhausting, I mean, and I got burned out. So I am trying new things for a refreshing environment. 

“You’re also here.” I looked at the back when I heard a baritone voice.

“You’re always early,” he said. What the hell is going on that he keeps popping up everywhere?

“Why are you here?”

“I’m also a new member.” He answers my question.

 “Here?”

“Yes, is something wrong?” I shook my head.

Yes! Something wrong? Yes, it has! What are you doing here? Is this a coincidence or what? 

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Written by: Arcapedia