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[align=center][img]http://cyberlakad.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/ahart42.jpg[/img][/align] You love him one. You love him too. They both love you. You both love them. Now, do you have A Heart for

:arrow: it's your choice, freedom wall ang thread ko. siguro after a few chapters i'll make it taglish na (?) im not yet sure.. haha.. several chapters kasi are in english. :penguin: [hr] [b]CHAPTER 02[/b] Samantha was so disappointed. She never thought this would be a problem. Although she knows that her kuya knows what’s best for her, she’s still craving for those cute Barbie notebooks. [b]“Oooh… little girl didn’t get Barbie! She’s gonna cry…”[/b] Someone from the other side of the shelf appeared. It seems that the guy heard the argument between Samantha and her brother. “You again! Why do you always follow me???” Samantha shouted at the same guy she saw at the restaurant. “Whaaaaaat??? Hey miss, you’re cute and all, but you’re not my type!” As the guy said those words, Samantha’s eyes widened. “And I do not go for college girls who act like third grade brats.” “You’re so annoying! So arrogant! I hate you!” The people around them were so busy that none looked at them. It’s as if they weren’t having an argument because the people don’t notice them. “You know what, miss? I don’t care. It doesn’t affect me at all. Hate me, who cares?” The guy really aims to annoy Samantha. He even smiled to taunt her. “And for the record, I am not following you. It just so happened that a college guy like me went to this bookstore to buy my college things for I am an incoming freshman.” And he flashed the annoying smile again. “Really? So you’re saying college guys use Spongebob Crayolas???” “Huh?” The guy looked at his basket, and there was really a Spongebob Crayola Set. “AH, oh this? This is my sister’s. Why? You want this? You’re really childish.” Samantha’s attack bounced back. For a second she thought that she had won over the annoying guy. But then again, she just found herself annoyed again with the guy. “Grrrr… Don’t let me see your face again!” Samantha exclaimed, and they both went on opposite ways. [i]But hey, those Spongebob Crayolas are waaaaay cute![/i] * * * “Sam! Wake up! You’ll be late for your first day! Hurry up. If you don’t fix yourself quickly, you’ll be going to school by yourself!” Drei is a fan of time-management. He freaks out if there’s less time, although he works best when under time pressure, he still don’t like to waste time. Samantha quickly took a bath and brought along her breakfast. She decided to eat on the way so she can save more time. When it comes to eating, she never had any talent to eat fast. “Sheesh kuya, why are you so worked up? It’s only 6 am and we’re on our way to school already?” Sam took a bite at the toast Aling Selia, their housekeeper, made for breakfast. “What’s your first subject?” Drei asked Samantha while driving. He always go to school using his own sports car that his parents gave to him during his birthday, the same month when his license was released. “Uhm, English On—“ she was about to say one but stopped just before she finished the word. She looked again at her computerized schedule and looked at Drei, with her eyes wide, as if ready to eat Drei alive. “Kuyaaaaaaaaaaa! My class is English I at 10 am! I need to wait hours for that subject! Gadd, kuya, I should have still been sleeping upto now!” It is indeed still early. It is Drei’s everyday routine to go to school as early as 7am to have some morning practices at the gym. It’s an ordinary day for Drei, but not for Samantha. She is used to waking up late, where the sun is brightly shining. “What’s the point of being angry? Your rants would just go to nowhere. You know what, why not take a look around? Since it’s still early and you don’t have anything to do, familiarize yourself with the place.” Drei is actually trying to encourage Samantha to take a trip around the campus, that way, it can take away the anger inside. “Hay kuya, Can’t I just go with you? I’m sure you still don’t have classes.” “I’m going to the gym. I will do my morning routine. In a few minutes my teammates would also be there, and haven’t you forgotten that I do not want you to stick with me during practice days? We talked about it before right?” “But kuya….” Samantha flashed the cute little puppy eyes, she really want to come. “Sorry Sam, I’ll just see you later okay?” * * * It’s still early and there are only a few people in the campus. It’s the first day of school and yet very few students. Most of them might still be having their vacations, or the idea of going to school might still be floating above their heads. The atmosphere in Regina Natividad University is still calm. Very relaxing. On the right of Samantha, several plants of different kinds flank the pathway leading to the gym. On her left was a spacious court big enough to have volleyball, tennis and basketball court to fit in. Several steps in front of her stood a magnificent fountain. At night, different colors of lights are directed to it to make a dramatic effect. It was one of Regina Maria’s most treasured jewels. It is home to many confessions and proposals. It is also one of the reasons why most girls would like to spend their college at the university. Of course Samantha never knew about the romantic background of this fountain. All she knows about it is that it is where most of the basketball team’s photos were taken. The [i]El Extravagante Fountain[/i], as most students call it, holds many secrets. It also witnessed several events out of an ordinary student’s life. Samantha was amazed by the wonderful fountain and decided to go near it. Little did she know that this fountain would then again witness a part of a new student’s life. [b]“Little girl’s gonna play with water? That’s not good! You might get sick and drink awful medicine.” [/b] [hr]

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