Colet's POV

My alarm woke me up. Time check, 7:00 AM. I have less than an hour to prepare for school. My friends and I, we've been in the same school since primary grades. Excited? Nope. It's still the same environment.

But the real question is; Will there be a plot twist now that we're entering Grade 11?

After doing my morning routine, I called my mom's driver and asked him to drive me to school. Upon stepping in the school gate, I saw my friends waiting for me. Smiling from ear to ear. Fucking 3 idiots.

"Can you at least try to pretend that you're excited? it's our first day of school, Colet!" That's Maloi, my jolly friend. She's part of our school theater together with Mikha.

I just shrugged my shoulders and walked my way to our classroom. I saw some freshmen and seniors staring at us.

"Why are they staring? Did you got into a fight again, Sheena?" I asked.

"Dude? I'm a changed woman of God." She answered while showing me her rosary while doing sign of the cross.

Mikha and Maloi were both laughing at her while I'm stuck here, looking at her unbelievingly.

"Can you recite Our Father 10 times then?" I challenged her.

She smiled shyly, "Hehe that's another story and I believe it's not mine to tell."

I lost it. I laughed together with Maloi and Mikha. This girl is another breed.

"But seriously! They're staring at you, Col. They prolly think you got some rizz." Mikha told me.

What rizz? Jose RIZZal? I don't think I look like him.

The stares, I don't find it amusing. I'm starting to feel uncomfortable. Istg, this is irritating.

Upon entering the classroom, I look for spot where I can sit comfortably. I sat at the back of the classroom beside the window. My friends immediately followed me. I closed my eyes, trying to get a nap. I still hear my friends talking.

Sheena started the conversation. "Dude, have you noticed the newbies and transferees? Most of them are good looking."

"Some of them are from other schools. I've heard this transferee from our sibling school. Her name's Stacey, a total kikay." Maloi answered.

"You've come so far, Maloi! A full-grown gossiper. I'm proud of you!" I said sarcastically but she just ignored me.

"We gotta see her right after our first class!" Mikha said, sounded excitedly.

Our teacher arrived so I sat properly. She gave us the opportunity to introduce ourselves. She also discussed some classroom rules. She, then, dismissed us.

We're on our way to the cafeteria. The plan is to grab snacks but my friends seems to have different agenda.

"Stacey, Stacey, where are you? Here I am, Here I am, how do you do?" That's Maloi singing with the melody of Finger Family. What.An.Idiot.

I covered my face just in case some students might hear Maloi. Saving myself for a possible embarrassment.

Mikha and Sheena joined her. Wtf! I'm not even surprised.

We ordered our food and sat on our usual spot. My friends are still talking while I'm busy with my food.

Hours passed and our classes are finally done. Maloi and Mikha went straight to their practice while Sheena went to her dance class.

I went out of the classroom and I saw a familiar face. Coach Jaz. He smiled at me. Bro, I'm not liking this.

"Hi, Colet! How are you?" he asked.

"I'm good, Coach." I replied.

"Are you sure about your decision to quit playing volleyball? We lost 3 seniors last year and now, you quitting the team. I can't afford to let go of my MVP." he said.

"Coach, as much as I want to continue playing, my focus is on my acads." I honestly told him.

Last summer, after we competed for Palarong Pambansa, I lost my passion for volleyball. I don't know, it just happened .

"Well then, I respect your decision. But the team is always open for you. I hope someday you'll be able to come back." Coach Jaz smiled and walked away.

I continued walking but before reaching the gate, someone caught my attention.

A tall, skinny, long-haired girl sitting under the tree. She's busy scribbling on her sketchbook. She seems passionate and happy while minding her own world.

She's not familiar. A transferee, I guess?

Who is she?