Teach Me to Please | Please Me #1

  Sometimes in life, things hit you by surprised. For example, when I was five, my favourite colour was light green – like bright, neon, Nickelodeon slime, green. I had this T-shirt of the same colour with a large daisy on the front and I used to wear everywhere. Half of the pictures taken of me when I was five had me wearing that freaking shirt. Now, I hated the colour. If five-year-old me were to hear that statement, she'd cry to oblivion at the monster I've become, but you can't help some things in life.

It wasn't like I woke up one morning and decided to despise the colour light green, it happened over time. Like wearing down your favourite pair of shoes, you get older and grow and get new ones. Now I don't know what colour I liked the best now, but the point was, things you thought about yourself prior don't always tend to stick.

And in this case, this applied to the one and only Roman Lawrence.

"I loved her against reason, against promise, against peace, against hope, against happiness, against all discouragement that could be." Rya slammed another note onto the table and slumped down next to me.

It was safe to say that this whole locker-note thing was driving her insane. Every morning she would walk up to her locker to find a new one in a pink piece of card with her name written beautifully on top with a little heart. However, it was always signed with a question mark.

"Great Expectations." She then declared. "Who the hell keeps doing this?!" yes, this was totally driving her insane.

"Someone who likes you." I chimed and flipped through the pages of my French textbook. "And d'you really want it to stop?"

"What's that supposed to mean?" she scoffed.

"I kind of think you like the attention." I could see her face as she opened them and as much as she tried to deny it, I knew she secretly liked it.

"That's crazy. It's creepy!" she argued and shoved the note into her bag. I smiled and went back to work.

My study session with Roman was completely unsexual. In fact, he barely looked my way. I didn't understand it, one minute he was telling me I was great and kissing me like some freaking Romeo, and the next he was pretending I had the plague.

"Have you decided what you're doing for your birthday yet? We still have time to prepare a killer party." Rya interrupted my train of thought.

I sighed and highlighted a few words in my textbook. "My birthday is on Thursday and I don't think I want a party this year."

"What?! But you've always had a party!" that was true. Every year, Rya's parents would let us use their garden and summer house out the back to throw my birthday party ever since I was age eleven. Rya, as you can assume, loved party planning. The girl would spend ages ordering decorations, tasting food, going outfit shopping, even ordering custom-made invitations to make sure everything was perfect. And this was only for my party. I'm sure you can imagine what she was like for her own. If not, think of bridezilla and times it by ten.

"I know, but I don't feel like having one this year." Yeah, not when my ex-boyfriend is canoodling with the basic, girl-next-door and my whole academic life is still shit even with Roman's tutoring, who, by the way, acts like I have thorns for fingernails.

"Besides," I tried to reason. "My parents are coming back from their trip for my birthday and I'm sure they want to spend some time with me."

"That's reminds me." Rya pointed out her finger. "Your dad's car is all fixed, I'll drop it by after school."

I gave her a grateful look and placed my pencil on the table, "Are you sure you don't want to me to pay –"

"Yep." She shook her head, popping the 'p'. "You're going through enough with tutoring and, besides, you totally saved my butt with Principal Cunningham about the whole Leah situation. It's the least I can do."