Unwanted Autobiography - Ch. 1

Unwanted Autobiography

By Sikari






Chapter 1 - Shitty Backstory of my Love Story 1
(Excuse the grammar, I'm too lazy to edit this, so whatever.)



I'll just write a weekly report about my life from now on because I'm just so bored, and my life is just boring as fuck! Even though there's no point in sharing it, I'll just share it anyway.



First of all, I don't plan on writing a journal entry and I don't care if I spam you guys with a lot of useless stuff about my life. I will write my fucking autobiography the way I want to, so stop being jerks and let me be!


My name is Rom, and I'm a medical student not because I want to but because my friend's there, and I simply want to see her. I know it's a stupid reason, but who cares anyway.


I graduated High School in some (people call it prestigious school) school where people were just so obsessed with their physical appearance and the fucking status quo. I have been an honor student, not until I was in my last year, and well... I got distracted. My parents were greatly disappointed as well as my past advisers. The reason's really obvious.


I fell for this stupid guy who's such a douche! I just want to kill myself for being an idiot.


This dude, let's name him Satan, was the jerk I've had a crush on for 8 months, starting last August 2014. He was a bass player who was a hard core fan of Metallica, Nirvana, Iron Maiden, Black Sabbath, System of a Down, AC/DC, Guns N' Roses, and many others.


Long story short, we got together (for a while), but I realized that he's the domineering type, and our personalities just clash because I'm also a domineering type. Both of us are incredibly manipulative... shit just won't work, so fuck it. We just suddenly stopped talking to each other, as if our brains were wired identically, and we had a mutual understanding.


But before I proceed to the breaking point, I'd like to organize my non-existent love story from the start.


So, my senior high started normally. We never had any self-intros because we already knew each other (the batch) since preschool. Like what I've said (or not said), my school was composed of people who were awfully obsessed with their physical appearance and status quo,so as a result, there were tons of cliques.


During the first day of school, our teacher asked us to group ourselves however we like, and so friends grouped themselves, and what's left were 5 people. Me, Satan, The Slut, The Yaoi lover, and The Priest.


Welcome to the weirdo club, I thought as I scanned their faces like a face detector machine, or whatever that's called. Satan was awfully quiet, and I had a feeling that it would be depressing to talk to him, but I greeted him anyway. "Hi Satan. We're finally classmates. You should say hi to me too. In case you don't know, my name is Rom."



We actually both belonged to the same group, and we had the same set of mutual friends. However, we never had the chance to talk to each other, probably because he was invisible to me back then.



Satan responded with a smirk as he leaned on the wall and absently looked out of the window as if he was trying to say ""Don't bother me."". After seeing his reaction, I raised a brow and greeted the other members of the party.



The Slut, even though how many times she tried to deny it, was clearly a slut. I don't want to further degrade her at the moment, so let's leave the reasons later. Going back to where I digressed, she was really agreeable, and she was a whole lot better to talk to than Satan.


The Yaoi Lover was a different story. In the outside, she looked like a normal rich girl with a pretty face and brains. She was a bit overweight, but regardless, she's really beautiful... although a little bit tainted with BL on the inside.


The Priest was a good guy, and I found him reasonable. He's not as handsome as Satan, and can be a bit boring sometimes, but overall, he's okay. He's like the typical average guy you'll see everywhere, although, he had this tendency to complain a lot, especially if the odds weren't on his favor. He's also a perfectionist.


As for me, I can't say I'm average, because I'm really far from that. I'm a little bit overweight (if you think 64 kg is overweight and 163 cm in height, and for the BWH, it's 41 cm, 33 cm, and 40 cm) Hahahaha! Although, it may not be obvious, I'm actually a narcissist. I'm a bit bipolar who's also passive-aggressive (now WTF) and as for the brains, I'm not exactly witty, but I'm far from dumb either. Let's just say, I'm the contemplative type.


Contemplative, bipolar, and passive-aggressive... I don't know what kind of person popped inside your head, but you'll know why I'm like this sooner or later.


As for appearance, I'm not exactly beautiful, but I look decent enough. My hair color's black, a bit wavy and dry, my skin's between fair and tan, and my eye color's shit.


I have this typical Filipino look mixed with Spanish and Japanese, because guess what, my family's a mixed breed.


Oh yes... I forgot to describe Satan! Well, since he's an important character in this story, I'll make a brief character sketch about him so that you guys will be able to follow (provided that you've read my story up to this point).


Satan is a foot taller than me, and a couple of months younger than me. (I was born on January 2, and he was born on October 4). He's like a typical douchebag you can see in every typical anime/teenage stories everywhere. Since we're all Asians, it's pointless for me to describe what the fuck his hair looks like, his eyes blah blah blah. But for the sake of, well, being descriptive, Satan has jet, black hair, that's styled like some sort of military cut, a mid-fade although a tad bit longer on the ends. His skin is (I'll just use present tense because this douche's still alive) fair, and his eyes are light brown because of his Spanish roots.


He's of Spanish-Asian descent, another mixed breed just like the rest of the world.


Anyway, our teacher told us to present something, like a plan for the whole school year and what sort of expectations we had. Yaoi Lover immediately started working, but later on realized that her handwriting's crap, so she threw the secretary work to me instead. I took pride on my magnificent hand writing, and started my awesome graffiti.


Yaoi Lover, The Priest and The Slut were really helpful, and they had tons of suggestions, but Satan, in the other hand was just being an asshole, a useless one as a matter of fact so when it came to the point where we're supposed to report, I forced him to do it in my stead.


"Hey Satan. Stop being useless!" I threw the cartolina at his face as we both sat on the floor (because the teacher fancied that the rest of the class do so in order to conserve space. Desks were put aside for the whole duration of the activity) He grunted and told me that he didn't know how to report, and since I was smart enough to do the task, then I should just do it instead and stop being a bitch.


I glared at him with all the contempt I had, and he, although a bit flustered, glared at me back. Both of us were seated together, while The Slut, The Yaoi Lover and The Priest were seated across, parallel to us. At that time, I heard Yaoi Lover whispered to Priest that Satan and I actually looked good together. Satan, heard it too, and I was sure that he was embarrassed. He suddenly stood up and began reporting (rather shittily) our group's plans and expectations.


That time, I didn't have any romantic feelings for him, and I was completely pissed at Yaoi Lover and Priest for shipping us.


At the end of the day, I told my best friend, let's call her Queen Bitch # 1 about what happened. We were both walking towards the back of the school where we usually wait for our chaperones to pick us up (because we're just too lazy to do commuting). Queen Bitch # 1 listened attentively and once I was done, she suddenly asked me a question.


"Rom," she began without looking at me. "What would you do if Satan suddenly develops... a crush on you?"


Surprised, I stared straight at her head, secretly relishing the fact that she's shorter than me. "Ha!" I scoffed as I waved my hand and brushed the thought aside. "I don't care either way!"


"Then... what if you develop feelings for him?"


I rolled my eyes like a bitch and continued to walk. "As if that'd happen. I still haven't gotten over Chains to begin with."


Chains was my ex-crush back in junior high. Just like Satan, he's also a douchebag. Both of them must rot in hell!


Just like that, my conversation with Queen Bitch # 1 ended, and just like that, shit in my life began.

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To be continued in Chapter 2 - Shitty Backstory of my Love Story 2.






END OF CHAPTER 1