Day17

The weekend came to an end and Monday arrived. Miya acted the same way as she did when we were a couple. No, maybe she acted even closer than then. I felt happier than ever, the negativity I used to feel like waiting for the axe to fall never returned. It was as if, somehow, I really believed that Miya and I would never be apart. I knew graduation might change things between us, and probably separate us. But I have a feeling things would work out in the end.

Our classmates noticed the change again, and rumors kept on spreading. Puzzled eyes followed me around. It was unsettling for a while, but I quickly got used to it. I thought it would be harder on Miya, who kept a low profile before we first became a couple. But it turned out that she seemed to be able to handle it better than I did. The way she acted was as if she didn’t notice people talking about her, though it was obvious that she did as our classmates weren’t exactly experts in keeping things secret.

Miya and I talked about the rumors after classes, in our usual place. I asked her if the rumors bothered her even a bit. She just laughed it off.

“Let them talk. I enjoy the attention,” she proudly stated.

“Really? How come you were just ignoring them then?” I wondered.

“No, I wasn’t,” she blushed. “I was just… um…” she scratched her head, dodging my eyes.

“Just what?” I asked, now certain that she was lying.

“Okay… So I don’t like it!” she conceded. “But I’m sure it’ll die down sooner or later.” She then looked at me, her eyes flared with determination. “Our reacting against the rumors is our defeat! We must not give them that satisfaction.”

I sighed and shook my head, finding nothing to say to that. Miya always seemed to get excited over the strangest things, but this trait of hers only made me want to be with her more.

We just enjoyed the scenery for a while after that. It seemed as if Miya didn’t enjoy the silence and she asked me some things about my family, like they were like and what they do.

I told Miya everything there was to know about my mother. I saw no point in not telling her I didn’t have a father so I mentioned that as well. I’ve had so much to say that I kept on talking until it got dark. Miya just silently listened to me. I probably bored her, but she didn’t even show any hint of that. I just stopped later on and told her that it was time to go. She smiled warmly, nodded, and so we left.