Chapter9 My Best Friend

My hands grabbed the papers I was reading, but I barely looked at them because my mind was preoccupied with the message I saw on his phone.
It was from a girl, who was saying how amazing he was last night, and she really loves the branded expensive lingerie set he gifted her this morning. He spent the night with one of his nightstands
I can't even believe I'm going to marry someone like him. He is a manwhore for real.
I hate you!
I kept my hand over my head, breathing heavily. I quickly took the water bottle placed in front of me and gulped it down.
Suddenly, a sharp pressure formed inside of me, and I coughed hard.
Tears started coming out of my eyes.
There is no way I will marry him, not in this fucking life.
Never!
It's final. I will say a big no to him.
I just can't do this. As for Ivaan, he is mature enough to solve his own life problems. I just can't marry that man. He practically forced Ivaan to marry him with the threat of ruining Ivaan's life, but now I don't care. Ivaan is not a child. He can take care of himself.
I was startled by the vibration of my phone. I glanced at the screen. My eyes lit up when I saw who was calling me.
It's my uncle Mark.
"How is my sweet little girl?" His voice brings a smile to me.
"I'm angry with you. You weren't here when I returned from San Francisco," I pouted.
"I'm so sorry, my doll; I promise I'll make amends; where are you?"
"I'm at the company," I said while playing with papers.
"Okay, when you are free, you come here to meet me," I said.
"Yes, I will, once my work is over. I will directly come," I said cheekily.
I really love my Uncle so much. He is my second father and also my Godfather. He was always there to encourage and to give me strength whenever I used to feel low or discouraged. He actually completed the place of my Dad.
I remember that incident when I was in school.
Brielle's Past
I was playing basketball with my only friend, Faith.
"Faith, what do you think our future will be? You know, I'm not very good at studies, and we have final exams next week," I growled as I threw away the basketball and sat down.On the bench of our school sports ground
"I just don't know, and I'm not very good at math either," she admitted sheepishly as she drank from her bottle.
We are both very behind on our studies, especially in maths, and trust me, it sucks. I just hate maths, it always goes over my head.
I just don't understand how some people do engineering. I mean, my cousin's sister, Ada, is older than me and the daughter of my maternal aunt.
She is always so good at maths, even she got admission to one of the most
prestigious engineering university.
My family cousins are always very bright and excellent at their studies, except me. I always feel like I am out of their league.
But, I'm very grateful that I have my best friend Faith with me. She also knows how it feels when you're not so good at studies. She even managed to get a pass in her exams, unlike me, who either gets a fail or gets a re-exam.
I also didn't understand why I'm not able to study maths, or even get passing marks in it. I mean, it's not impossible, but my mind always fails to understand maths. And because of my weak performance in my studies, my teachers also dislike me and keep me away from any opportunity. Like last month, there was a general knowledge quiz, and the principal asked teachers to select a team of four students and teach them and prepare them in extra hours after the school hours over in the library about general science.
I'm sure if they had chosen me then I would have performed my best because I'm weak only in maths and not in other subjects, but the teachers in my school are the best examples of hypocrites. That's why I hate them.
The exam day
I clutched the bag where I kept my pen and pencils. I rubbed my neck while gulping and went towards the notice board.
I just hope they didn't make me sit on the first bench of the exam hall. The sitting arrangements for our exams were based on our roll number.
Sometimes it happens that my roll number comes on the first bench as per sitting arrangements.
But my eyes lit up and an unexpected smile appeared on my face when I saw that I was on the last bench, and my best former Faith was just above me.
Wow, it seems like this time I'm not going to fail in exams. I giggled and bounced in the exam hall.
I sat up giggling. Finally, God heard me.
Faith also comes, and soon other students also started coming.
I quickly waved at her. She looked at me and smiled, but her smile didn't reach to her eyes like she was not pleased to see me.
I shook my head and ignored the feeling, reminding myself that I needed to focus on the positive aspects of life rather than the negative ones.
I am grateful to have a friend like her; indeed, I'm so lucky.
"Sis, please help me if I didn't know the answer." I smiled sheepishly at her.
"Quiet," she said, then turned away.
She was behaving like I was her enemy. What's wrong with her?