
Monday, March 1, 2010 |
Shy Boy Julius "H-hello," Ramia greeted back.
"I'm sorry for Russel's rudeness. He's been pissed off since morning so I tried to calm him down but I guess it didn't work," Paris explained why Russel behave like that.
"Oh, no need for explanation. I completely understand," she tried to force a smile.
"Okay, then. See yah!" Paris waved at her and then followed Russel in the locker. Ramia saw how Paris calmed Russel down and how caring she was on him. She felt really jealous to the point of staring at them completely like they're the only person in the world.
How I wish I am a princess! Ramia thought. She shrugged off her shoulders and walk away. As she passed by the gym going to her English class, she noticed a bunch of cheerleaders practicing and a group of boys having their warm ups.
She met Coach Chun walking towards her. "Hey, coach!" Ramia greeted.
"Hello there, Ramia. What's up?" Coach Chun asked.
"Have you talked to the sports commitee?" she asked back.
"Ohh, that. They wanted you to do the trial first. Actually they're really surprised to know that you're interested in joining the soccer team. They thought you'll join the cheerleading squad!" The coach laughed.
Ramia almost choked. "Cheerleading? Pai tuo! Those pom poms and short skirts? Doesn't suit me at all!" she rolled her eyes.
"I know! You're one tough gal. Anyway, drop by my office later after class so we can do your trial, hao ba?" Coach Chun said.
"Okay. Thanks Coach! It means a lot to me," she smiled sweetly.
"Ha! Who said it's free? A bowl of noodles from your mom will do, Ramia," Coach Chun grinned.
"Alright, I'll bring a lot for you if I pass, promise!" Ramia held her hand up as a sign of her promise. "See you later, Coach!"
The coach waved his hand goodbye and continued to walk. Ramia went to her English class.
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"Cmon! Open up!" Julius have been bashing his locker for the tenth time and still it's not opening. "I'm gonna be late!"
BLAG!!!
The locker door open and Julius looked back and saw his cousin, Russel do the bashing.
"Thanks, bro," Julius said and took off his English textbook.
"Why in the world Grandpa do that kind of promise?" Russel protested, laid his back on the locker beside Julius.
"What promise?" Julius asked pulling his eyeglasses out. He's been wearing eyeglasses since last year due to his eye problem.
"He promised the King of Brunei that when I reached 20, I'm going to get married with his granddaughter! Pai tuo! I want to stay single forever! And Paris is my friend, for God's sake!"
"Well... I think you and Paris would make a great couple," Julius commented.
"Yeah, right! As if Paris likes me," Russel rolled his eyes. "Why don't you ask Grandpa you'll marry Paris? You have a crush on her since we were five, right?"
"Ohh, no! Don't pull me into your own mess, Russel. Besides, in Paris eyes, only Russel exists," Julius said with sadness in his eyes.
"Ei, ei! Don't be like that! If you'll just let the whole world know that you're the real grandson and I'm only the second heir, then you'll get a lot of screaming girls chasing you around," Russel said.
They started to walk towards their class. "I don't want the girls chase me because I'm rich. In your case, you've been popular since birth. I don't know what the heck did you do to make these girls go crazy!" Julius laughed.
"It's in the genes, Julius. You just have to be confident. Anyway, who knows, you might get married first before me." Russel wink and turn around when he saw Paris waiting for him.
How can I get married if you're destined to be with her? Julius thought as he watched the two walked together to their History class.
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Hey, hey, hey!
It's afhilangie once again doing the update of the story. Mbwzy is currently reviewing for her exams so I'll be the one to replace her update for a while.
So, I introduced Julius in this chapter.
Do you think I'll let him meet Ramia in the next chapter?
Find out!
xxxooo, afhilangie @ 12:14pm Doha,Qatar time/Jan.27,2010
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