Such A Silly Game We Play

Leena is one of those goody-goody teenage girls who is obedient to her parents, maintains high grades in school, has an average social life, and zero night life. Even more, she's the usual shy-type, terrible at making new friends, and even more terrible when it comes to oh-so-cheesy relationships, which was surprisingly coming her way now.

With so many things on the line that could go wrong if she ever followed what she truly wants, will she ever have the guts to let it all out? Would the guy do the same? Or, would both of them just sit down and wait until some miracle happens?


35. I Know You're A Good Guy


"Woah." I stepped out from the SUV and was immediately blinded by the warm afternoon sun. I covered my eyes with my hand to clearly see the huge, regal-looking, old building in front of the parking lot where we parked. "It almost looks like the buildings at ... Yale."

"I agree," Uncle Joe said while looking as shocked as I am, though he also looked like he was a little nervous. I don't know why.

I looked over at Jeff and he was already walking towards the beautiful building. "Dad! Come on," Jeff shouted, "the cashier is this way."

I looked towards Uncle Joe who was now standing beside me. "Aaaaalright," he whispered, "here goes our entire life savings."


Uncle Joe and Jeff were lining up towards the Cashier window while dad and I admired the huge wall at the lobby covered with all types of medals, plaques, and diplomas. Gold, silver, bronze. 

"So Leena," dad finally said, "Are you now seeing yourself studying here?"

"This really looks like a great school," I said while pointing towards the covered wall, "but the full scholarship they granted me will only be valid if I take a Mathematics-related course. And I'm pretty sure I don't want to spend my entire adult life surrounded by numbers, signs, shapes, and whatever the Pythagoras made."

"Come on, Leena! You can take whatever course you want. Don't worry about the scholarship. Mom and I will take care of it."

"Dad," I replied with a serious voice, "the tuition here is like... twice the tuition of Mary's."

"We'll handle it," he said while patting my back.

I was about to say something to dad when Uncle Joe suddenly called us, "Okay, they said Jeff can check out the dorms now. But I still have to pass something at the office. You kids want to check it out?"

"With me?" I asked looking very puzzled.

"Oh no," Jeff replied immediately, "with Marion... YES you!"

"Okay Leena, the guard said it's just a 5-minute walk. Well... if you walk fast. You guys go now and your dad and I will head to the office. Maybe he knows someone and grant Jeff something," Uncle Joe said while laughing. And my dad also laughed

Ooookay. Jeff and I exited the building and walked on the brick-covered sidewalk. We were silent at first, looking back and forth at the buildings, parks, and fields. There were only a few people since classes haven't started yet. And they were mostly maintenance personnel: gardeners, janitors, and security guards. The afternoon sun was still shining, which made the the red and brown trees so beautiful. It also smelled like newly-cut grass. I looked at him every now and then, but he just kept looking around, so I did too. I kept walking and walking until I felt Jeff's hand tugging my hand, which made me panic a little.


"Hey!," he said while looking confused, but he was still smiling, "where are you going?"

I didn't know what he meant though, I mean we both knew we were going to the dormitories so I just said, "Uhh, what?"

Jeff raised his hand towards the quite modern-looking building in front of us. The front of it was covered with huge glass windows and when you peek inside, you can see a chandelier hanging in the middle. I still didn't understand what he was doing so I just kept quiet. "We're here?"

Jeff nodded, giving me a slight grin. He was still holding my hand, which was now quite awkward.

"Already? Well, that was less than 5 minutes, right?"

He finally let go of my hand and placed both of them in his front pockets, but he was still smiling at me. "I... I don't know. I wasn't looking at the time." He smiled again. I smiled back.


The guard led us towards room 712, which was on the seventh floor, but he left when we were unlocking the door.

"Woah," I said.

"Ooh, that sweet smell of... dust," Jeff replied. We both laughed. I looked around and the found that the room was already fully furnished. 2 beds, 2 closets, own bathroom, a flat screen TV, air conditioner, refrigerator, and 2 study tables. I don't know why there's a flat screen TV though, good luck studying pal.

"Hey, it actually looks... pretty good," I said while wiping the bed covered with a thin layer of dust and sat down. Jeff looked at me.

"And you are officially the first girl to sit on my college bed," he said while opening his closet.

I placed my hand on my chest, "Wow. I am just, speechless! You know? I am so honored!" I said sarcastically. "But wait, so you're telling me that you're going to let other girls... 'sit' here?"

"What?!" he shouted, "Don't... don't you twist and shove in some different meaning to what I just said, okay? I am completely... well-bred."

I sighed. He was about to rant about something but then I stood up and pushed him towards the bathroom, "Let's check it out!" I opened the lights and saw a completely white bathroom complete with a shower, heater and other essential bathroom stuff.

Jeff closed the lights again and let me out the bathroom. "Okay, don't change the subject!" he said, "Just so you know, I am not that kind of guy."

"What guy?" I asked, even though I knew what he was talking about.

"That you know... that college guy that doesn't study, and always goes out drinking and sleeps with a different girl every night!"

"Oh! Okay," I paused for a while as I sat on his dusty bed again then said, "so you're the college guy that does it every OTHER night," I said while forcing not to smile that much.

For a second he just stood there and I just looked at him, but then it only took him 2 wide steps to immediately grab my waist, pinch and tickle me, before I could run for my life. By the speed that he was going, my jaw and my tummy ached from all the non-stop laughing and all the pinching and tickling. I had no defense against people tickling me. I kept shouting, "OKAY" and "STOP IT!" and "SORRY", but he just wouldn't forgive me. I just wanted to get away from him so bad that I literally let myself fall from the bed, hoping that I would just land on my back, but too bad, my head hit the carpeted floor hard.

FINALLY, he stopped, but he kept laughing while I kept gasping for air while I checked my head. But before I did, he already scooped my aching head with his hand, while helping me get up. 

"I'm so sorry!,"  he said while he was still laughing.

I raised my hand so I wouldn't talk for a while since my jaw still ached from laughing to much. I moved towards the window so I could lean somewhere.

"Are you okay?" he said again. But he wasn't laughing anymore. Thank god.

"OH," I said loudly, "YEAH. I'm fine. Don't worry about it. You just killed millions of my brain cells for letting my head bump the floor!"

He kept laughing again. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!". We just looked at each other for a moment, but then I just laughed too. 


When we were all sober from all the laughing, I finally said to him, "You are really protective about your image, you know?"

I let out a slight laugh, "Not that protective," he paused and smiled, "I just don't want you to see me as 'that kind of guy'."

"Don't worry, I don't". I smiled back at him, which made me see that his face was turning slightly red, "I know you're a good guy."

He just stared at me for a few seconds before saying, "Uhm... yeah. Thanks", then he turned around, fixing the mess that we made on his bed.

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