There are a thousa- NO, a million ways to loose your mind. And I choose to loose it over a guy whom I don't even know properly except for his face.

  People have a tendency to release their anger and confusion on things or people who have nothing to do with the situation. Innocent them.

  Right now, my current victim is my locker which I'm scrubbing like anything. Although the phrase was written with cheap quality permanent marker, so it came out a little more easily. But that one person who is making my mind take roller-coaster turns is the reason why my innocent locker is suffering from my oh-so-hard hands.

  Why do people have a hobby of beating around the bush. Just tell me what does the disappearance of anything has to do with me. Don't they know people may be calling me dense for a reason? Now who's dense here?

  "I feel lucky I'm not your locker," out of nowhere I hear May say and makes me startled, as a result, the sponge with soup lather is thrown as reflex and slides down her face.

  "God, the only time I don't make my presence known," she admits, wiping the lather off of her face.

  "I'm sorry. I'm not used to being around people who appear quitely, you know that," I say with a guilty face. Although, inferring something, too.

  "Anyways, what's with the face you were making while scrubbing your locker?"

  "And how's that?"

  "That angry but confused and–"

  "–and what?"

  "Ugly." she ends monotonously as if stating a fact.

  "Arghh, I'm already having a crappy week due to certain someone and my face decides to be a bitch too, now."

  Typical me.

  "Who's that certain someone, huh?" She teases with excitement.

  "That new Mr. Face," I say with distaste remembering yesterday's events.

  "What about him?" I instantly regret saying his name because I haven't told her anything. Let this complication remain with me for now.

  "I-I c-can't seem to figure out what happened to the old one and then the new guy, looking just as good, appears in his place for blessing our eyes. Don't you doubt if God is playing some kind of games with us or something?" I try to cover up with a very lame explaination and hope she buys it.

  She makes a face of confusion, making me think she's doubting my explaination instead of whom she should be, i.e, God. Please buy it. PLEASE.

  "Hmm, right. It sure is doubtful," and here she goes buying it. Seriously she's more dense and dumb than me. And people call me names. Nonetheless, she's my friend. I'm not liking lying to her but I'll have to do it until I get something about the old Mr. Face.

  "And this happens with me when I have to wake up 30 minutes early, come to school before everyone does just to clean my locker and nobody has to witness my face during that interval," I try to divert her.

  "It must suck."

  "You don't wanna know how bad," I make disgusting face which comes out naturally due to my lack of sleep from last night.
 
  "Anyways, it's the beginning of the day. Let's see how the rest of the day turns out to be," she tries to cheer me up.

  "Yay, so excited," I say without emotions and a straight face.

  °°°

  It's good thing that I brought my food with me or I'd have no option other than eating that hamburger without any ham but green leaves. How dare they call it a HAMburger?

  Poor children!

  "Oh, you brought your own food?" Valerie says while sliding on a seat next to mine on our table and simultaneously putting one of the fries that I brought today, into her mouth.

  "Yes, I did. And you do realise that fries have a total of 247 kcal and 7.6g fat?" I state to convey something to her. As if she saw a ghost, she drops the second half-eaten fry from her fingers.

  "Could have told told me that before I ate that second fry," she exclaims in anger.

  "No, I wanted to see you gain that extra 3 calories of weight. You're too skinny for your own good," I give away the sentence with a sarcastic smile to which she narrows her eyes into slits in anger. I guess it would be a good hobby for her. To get irritated in free time. Which reminds me to ask her. "Why're you here?"

  "Oh, I was here to console you about yesterday's events. Things kept happening with you. I hope you're doing alright," she fakes, and we both know it. I feel like laughing.

  "It's been 27 hrs and 36 min. It feels good to be consoled after such a long duration," I say keeping a hand on my heart and faking it, just like her.

  "By the way, the marker on locker was of cheap quality. Just like the owner, I guess," May adds from beside me.

  "Well, we'll see how you change that sentence of yours after the truth," she smirks. She starts standing up from her seat and adds lastly, "I hope things ring a bell. And you don't keep good track of time, I guess." Finaly she leaves after that taunting sentence.

  "She's weird," May says.

  "What'd you expect from her?"

  Whatever she means.

  As I've said before: God, give her some piece of sane mind like mine.

  °°°

  Science is just not my field frankly. And now that the last, which is the chemistry period, is over, I could enjoy all the lavish that the life has to offer to me. I feel so content.

  Passing through the hallways to the exit, Valerie whispers something into my ear while we're in motion.

  "Acting to live a normal life? Try ringing a bell, will you!"

  And she walks front after that while my pace becomes slow and I come to a stop. What's wrong with her? Today she was exceptionally stange. What's with the 'figure it out' game that people are playing with me now-a-days. Or am I really that dumb that I can't figure it.

  And then it rings.

  Did the new Mr. Face tell her about me and explained that some creepy stalker named Ryleigh stalked me and she somehow saw me there and when she said yesterday's events, she also meant about this and the time calculation that she was talking about, and she also thought that I was covering up the rejection of not being known by a guy by acting normal today?

  I'm dead. Being found out that you're rejected to be known from a guy by your enemy (maybe)? Nothing is worse and embarrassing than this.

  I run to her before she leaves and adds some spice to this happening to tell other people so that I can explain her that whatever new Mr. Face is going telling people about me is wrong and half the truth. Not even half.

  "Valerie, wait," I stop in front of her, huffing. She stops, confused.

  "What?" She says, irritated.

  "Look he's telling a lie." I start.

  "Why would he? What good will he get telling a lie about this?" She defends seriously and waves her hand in a way to dismiss her friends. More like slags.

  "Nothing such happened as he claims to say."

  "God, you've gotta be kidding me. Do you think the whole thing is a lie? First, you act like nothing such happened, for this long and now you're denying that you have anything to do with it. Well, the proof says otherwise."

  Okay, now she's taking this personally, I don't know why. Although all this thing is about me, she's acting as if I'm denying a crime.

  "But really, he was the one that texted me and told me that he wanted to meet me."

  "What? He would never. And when did he meet you?"

  "He did. Day before yesterday. Hence, I came to the cafè and he then denied to know me. God, I was so embarrassed that I was stood up by a guy who actually came," I say the last part by looking at the parking ground below me, trying to hide my embarrasment and the cruel truth.

  "What're you talking about?" She seems confused. Her face all red after her one-sided argument.

  "Didn't the new Mr. Face tell you about my embarrassing story yesterday at Milk And Sugar. Must be thinking of it as another one of his stalker cases," I think about yesterday and throw curses at him in my mind while saying.

  "That's what you're talking about?Weren't you talking about Chaz?" Her face tilted, eyes narrow and mouth in a weird shape showing confusion and annoyance, all at once.

  "What? Who's Chaz? And why would I talk about him?" This is turning out to be more confusing.

  "Seriously, you ARE dense, no doubt." She shakes her head and walks off in anger towards her car.

  "Care to explain? And now you should know he was lying," I shout to her back and walking to my car knowing I won't get any explanation.

  God, why do I always have to deal with such people? Why the most narcissistic boy has to be friends with the most annoying girl? Well, isn't that how it always ends up to be.

  So much for enjoying all the lavish. Or maybe that's what life has to offer to me.

  And who's this Chaz? Now I'm left with more questions.

  Reaching my room I jot down all the things I can't take out of my mind and the questions that people want me to figure out on my own because somewhere deep down they have hope, of me not being dense. As much as I appreciate their unexpressed hope in me, I don't like to use my mind, so I mostly prefer a readymade porridge kept in front of me.

  Now, the things are:

  • Who really is this new Mr. Face?
  • How does he know my name?
  • Why did he deny to know me when I'm sure knew about our arrangement?
  • How does he know about the vandalism on my locker?
  • Why did Aiden refuse at that time about the new Mr. Face being in the town?
  • What was Valerie talking about if not yesterday's cafè incident?
  • What did she mean by me 'trying to live a normal life' and 'ring a bell'?
  • Who's this Chaz guy?

  These days I'm starting to ask more questions than I ever would have asked as a kid. As I am thinking about these things my phone buzzes with a notification.

  @t^ler.l^nch. sent you a message.

  Oh, he did not just do that!

  Bloody Tyler Lynch!

  Since last two years after our break up we didn't even say mere two words to each other and now he decides to text me on insta. It's not like I still have any feelings for him or I'm hurting but you don't just text someone just like that out of the blue.

  I unlocked my phone and clicked on the notification. Don't even ask me why we follow each other. It was back when we still were in relationship that we followed each other and I chose to not unfollow him because I wanted to see what actually was doing after break up.

  Call my crazy. Typical me.

  And I don't know why he chose to follow me even after that.

  The fresh chat opened in front of me with no other text other than his current one. Atleast I had that much self-esteem to delete our lovey-dovey chats after break up and not hang onto them by keeping them.

  t^ler.l^nch: hey

          - how u doin

  I laugh to that. Okay now he cares to atleast text after such a long time.

  ||TheOnlyLameGirl||: I've been blessed by your text

  t^ler.l^nch: I know this is a little out of the blue
 
  Before he could type anything else, I text back quickly.

  ||TheOnlyLameGirl||: exactly n why would that be??

  t^ler.l^nch: look I don't even know where to start this from

  ||TheOnlyLameGirl||: oh idk maybe a sorry?

  t^ler.l^nch: sorry for what tho

  He surely is a dead meat now, that asshole.

  ||TheOnlyLameGirl||: you said that day we don't spark and I'm dense n all and that's it
   
          - nothing from you from then until now

         - you don't consider other's feelings do you

  t^ler.l^nch: ik I can be a douch sometimes

          - but I'm not here to talk about that rn so can you stop being dramatic

So this means he wasn't even thinking of talking about it with me and expects me to act normal and all. A great thinking he's got there!

  ||TheOnlyLameGirl||: as if I want to have any business with you

          - just talk n go

          - n FYI I'm not being dramatic

  t^ler.l^nch: so I don't know if you know or not about this

  ||TheOnlyLameGirl||: about what?

  t^ler.l^nch: do you know someone named Chaz?

  Here goes that name again. Who's he?

  ||TheOnlyLameGirl||: no why?

  t^ler.l^nch: do you really not know him

  ||TheOnlyLameGirl||: NO!!

  Why does he have to ask twice?

  ||TheOnlyLameGirl||: what about him

  t^ler.l^nch: did you notice the sudden change in the account of that Mr. Face

  ||TheOnlyLameGirl||: yes?

  Okay, I think I know where this is going.

  t^ler.l^nch: the old one, it's him

  So, the old Mr. Face is named Chaz. But why did he tell me about it?

  ||TheOnlyLameGirl||: but why are you telling me this

  t^ler.l^nch: thought you could use some info

          - your near future is about to get a little twisted

  I knew this guy was insane but he's creepy too. Why was he my boyfriend, tell me again?

  ||TheOnlyLameGirl||: what do you mean

  t^ler.l^nch: let's talk face to face tomorrow

          - bye

  Wow! He has etiquettes to say bye, now.

  ||TheOnlyLameGirl||: whatever

  I'm not in a mood to speak in a mannerly way with him.

  Now that I think of it, what did Valerie mean by bringing Chaz into the conversation?

  Why would she think that I was talking about Chaz? And what's the proof she has against me?