Chapter 55: Chapter 55
David’s P.O.V.
I respected Helena’s decision, so I patiently waited for our J.S. prom. I didn’t have any other choice but to wait for the day when she would finally open up… and how I wished that she would really open up. It was immensely long-suffering for me—overthinking about what went wrong during those days. But no matter how things turned ugly, I didn’t have the right to complain.
A month was indeed too long, especially when you were waiting. Time is indeed the most unfair element of the earth. It takes longer when you wait but shorter when you are enjoying the moment.
To sum it all up, I had already been waiting for three months. How I wished that I could pull in all the days at an instant so that the right time would come where I could finally hear everything from Helena’s mouth. We should have at least celebrated our five months together, but it looked like our relationship only happened during the first two months.
Time was slowly killing me, knowing that I could only see her, but I wasn’t able to reach and hold her. One thing I had always been wanting to do was to quickly grab and lock her in my arms, but even though I was going insane with the desire to approach her many times, I still didn’t bother her. I always respected her decision.
God, I even missed her natural scent that was soothing my nostrils whenever we were together!
Helena wasn’t sitting at my back anymore, and it was one of the things I regretted. Perhaps, the scene I made in the hallway last month had something to do with it.
After that scene, some students were awkwardly looking at me—even murmuring that I was so desperate to kneel in front of a woman who would never like me. Little did they know that Helena is my girlfriend.
Helena moved her seat at the back, only adjacent to the door so it would be damn easy for her to leave after school hours. I worried about her since she couldn’t see the board clearly because of her eye condition. If there was someone to switch seats with anyone at the back, it should have been me and not her.
Above all, I loathed Brent’s constant approach to my girlfriend, but I couldn’t do anything about it because I was only watching them from a distance. He even sat beside her at the back. I had thought of different tricks of being close to Helena without her knowledge, but I didn’t have the strength to finally execute those stunts.
Helena had changed into a different person in just a snap of a finger. She didn’t even want to go to the Music Room anymore. Whenever I was there, I couldn’t help but feel morose. There was even a time I helped her clean the board and intentionally touched her soft fingers, but she only walked out and left me inside the classroom.
Everything was too painful when memories began to linger in my mind—those memories of us together—even from the first time I heard her singing while playing the piano. The weight in my chest was too much to handle, and it felt like I could no longer cope up with studying all alone. I got used to being beside her.
My mind was always preoccupied with Helena’s breathtaking image—her stares, her terms of endearment, the way she would tiptoe and peck me on my lips, and the way she used to respond to all my kisses. Everything was about her, and those were driving me insane.
Being with her, I used to forget everything because Helena already became my world the moment she said yes to me. My heart used to throb with so much happiness every time we were together, but during the past three months, all I could feel was pain.
God knew how I was overwhelmed with frustration. Anytime soon, I would explode. I wanted to shout on top of my lungs and throw a tantrum like a toddler. I wanted to approach Helena and vent everything out, but I didn’t want to say the words that could hurt her. Hence, I would lash it all to myself because it would even be better for me to suffer than lose her forever.
One time, my elder sister saw how stupid I was while staring blankly at our sweet photos together. Diane snapped at me, but I didn’t even move. Those were the selfie photos taken in the Enchanted Realm on Helena’s birthday. I made a slideshow wallpaper out of those, and I even researched how to make it work on my poor cellular phone.
Dark circles began to show underneath my eyes, and I wouldn’t even notice that it was already morning, and yet, I was still in front of our computer screen from last night. The torture was inevitable, but I had never expected that things could turn out the way I would never like.
Feeling defeated, I ended up forcing myself to be contented by only seeing Helena from afar for one month. It was hard and tormenting, but I put myself on it because it was what she wanted. I didn’t even know if Helena watched my swimming competition two weeks ago, but I still struggled to win for her. It was for her.
My problem with the full-scholarship grant in college had already been solved. Liam Arthur Evangelista gave me a five-year full scholarship in exchange that I would be working for his company for five years too after I graduated from college. He is a prominent and successful businessman who also happens to be my sister’s boyfriend.
Well, who would decline that offer? I am so happy to have him as my brother!
It doesn’t really matter if I had to be bound for five years with Liam’s company. In fact, it was even better because I would have a job right after graduation. It was job security, knowing that it wasn’t easy to get hired for the job you would have always wanted ever since. And considering the benefits he had explained to me, I might as well stay there longer than five years.
If only I could tell Helena the good news, I would have already done that so she would never be guilty for me to land as the class salutatorian. But the problem was I could not. Most especially, not now when a long-distance seemed to be a barrier between the two of us.
Just two days ago, I took the Coach University College Admission Test or the famous CUCAT under the College of Engineering. Coach University is one of the largest universities in the whole country specializing in the field of bachelors, masters, and doctors of engineering; and only a few people were able to pass it in just one take.
It was strange, but I heard a rumor about well-known parents paying the university a huge sum of money. It was even twice or thrice the tuition fees so that their children would finally get admitted despite failing the test. I wasn’t sure if that rumor was true, though. I hoped not, as it would only smudge the reputable name of the school.
Some people would even say that if you were lucky enough to pass the entrance exam, then this university would make it hard for you to graduate on time. The strict and veteran professors here would definitely test your knowledge to the core, converting your nights into days and your days into nights.
It would be up to them whether you really deserved to graduate or if it would be better for you to just end up in the long list of annual failures that was only normal to happen in this university. Failing one subject was already hard because you would surely be delayed for a year—already missing those required prerequisites.
With thirty students at the start of the school year, only ten to fifteen would graduate on time, and it had been a norm in Coach University. It was a bit frightening at first, but I knew that I would be able to make it until the end, even lifting my chin with Latin honors on the stage.
My family has always been my inspiration ever since. To add to the list would be big bro’s full-scholarship grant promise, and of course, Helena, for me to take the exam without any anxiety. I felt so blessed that the timer didn’t make me cram in solving. I had finished everything no matter how hard it was, and I guessed I even perfected the mathematics.
Actually, I was only thinking of Helena while taking the exam. I was still holding on to her promise that she would talk to me tonight—on our J.S. prom. She was the number one reason why I was encouraged to take the tough college admission test and was so sure of myself that I would be able to pass it. The results would be mailed to our home address after seven days, but I wasn’t nervous about it because I always knew my capabilities.
The number of Junior and Senior students in the reception area of the Quego del Mar Convention Center or QDMCC Plenary Hall was slowly increasing, but I still couldn’t see my girlfriend. I couldn’t help but feel worried until an unfathomable concern eclipsed my brain. I cringed with fear and wondered if she would ever make it here.
What if she never really wanted to see me? What if Helena only lied about talking to me and just used this J.S. Prom as an excuse, when she wouldn’t come here in the first place?