CHAPTER 1: TOPAZ

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Chapter 1: Topaz

[Audio Cue: Sound Effect - Morning Bell Rings, Followed by the Loud Dino-like Shuffle of Footsteps, Slamming Doors, and Echoing Shouts in A High School Corridor]

[Narrator - Manner: Exhausted, Dry Humor, Weary]

What an extraordinary life this is. Early in the morning, and rowdy kids are already all you see. Running down the hallway, screaming at the top of their lungs, slamming doors on their way out.

(sighs softly)

Life, indeed.

This is my daily routine as a private school teacher. By the way, I'm Jesh L. Katipunan. Twenty-three years old, five-foot-five, slightly dark-skinned—not too dark, mind you—and I teach Filipino. I'm strict. The kids are terrified of me. They say my eyes look scary when I'm angry. Because of that, I've become the go-to guy for my fellow teachers whenever they lose control of their classes.

Most of the time, the school keeps me assigned to one section in particular: Section Topaz. Why? Here's a typical morning:

[Audio Cue: Sound Effect - Panicked Footsteps Approaching]

[Teacher 1 - Voice: Panicked, Out of Breath]

Sir Jesh! Section Topaz is getting chaotic again! They're stacking the desks on top of each other!

[Teacher 2 - Voice: Frantic, Shaky]

Sir Jesh, some students got into a fistfight! One of them is bleeding, what do I do?!

[Teacher 3 - Voice: on the Verge of Tears]

Sir Jesh, I can't take it anymore! They're cursing at me, and then they claim they were talking to someone else!

(Narrator)

Simple, right? But there's nothing we can do. People say this modern generation is just aggressive like that. So aggressive, in fact, that they even update me on the latest internet scandals.

(chuckles dryly)

When will my life as a teacher ever settle down?

I love assigning interactive activities—mostly acting or stage movements. Anything as long as the kids are on their feet instead of rotting in their chairs. I know there are plenty of pretty girls in Section Topaz, but none of them are my type. First off, I'm their teacher.

Second, I've tried dating a student before. Believe me, you don't want to go down that road—especially with this generation. I swore I'd never get involved with a student ever again.

(pauses)

At least... I hoped so.

One afternoon, I assigned a creative performance: write an original poem and act it out in front of the class, solo or in groups. Everyone usually participates in my subject, so they got to work. When performance day arrived, some of them were brilliant. There was this arrogant kid you'd never expect could write poetry, delivering lines that fit his exact personality. There was a girl who looked like a walking Barbie doll, presenting a heartbreaking piece about the heavy personal tragedies in her life. A former caterpillar turning into a butterfly.

I try not to pick favorites, but there was one girl I really had to nudge onto the stage. She was sweet, but terribly shy. Fair-skinned, long dark hair, and completely innocent-looking. Honestly, my exact type—though not her, of course. Not in this context.

She went to change into her costume, delaying the class by a few minutes. But when she finally stepped back into the room and walked to the front of the class... I froze.

[Audio Cue: Music in - Slow, Atmospheric Piano Melody Starts Softly]

[Narrator - Manner: Soft, Breathless, Mesmerized]

That shy, fair-skinned, innocent girl was standing right in front of me, and I never imagined I'd react the way I did. No joke—she looked up and smiled, wearing a simple dress. I stared. All at once, the room felt silent, and everything around us seemed to move in slow motion. It was my first time ever experiencing something like that.

I swallowed hard, forcing my voice to stay level.

(clears throat)

"Okay... you may start, Miss."

While she performed, I couldn't look her directly in the eye. I was the one feeling shy, even though I was the teacher giving out the grade. Objectively, her acting wasn't mind-blowing, but there was something captivating about her—so magnetic that even a former playboy like me couldn't erase her from my mind.

When class ended, I announced the grades. Before she left, I didn't miss the chance to ask for a photo together. My first photo with a girl I liked so much... even though it was completely forbidden.

Three days passed. For three straight days, I found myself staring at that picture every single time I had a free moment. Whenever I had class with her section and she raised her hand to recite, I'd call her name while looking anywhere else in the room.

I felt awkward over feelings that had no business existing. I kept telling myself it was wrong, even as she started appearing in my dreams night after night.

She got under my skin. I began drafting exam questions with subtle references only she would recognize. I wrote poems with her as my secret muse. I told romantic stories to the class using her image as the framework, smiling at the chalkboard while thinking of her face.

I changed. The grumpy teacher who used to walk in with an attitude was now entering the classroom with a smile. But something was missing, and I knew that missing piece couldn't ever be filled. My crush on my student was spiraling out of control.

A woman is truly captivating... especially when she's fair-skinned, reserved, and rarely smiles.

Chapter 2: After Hours

[Audio Cue: Music in - Tense, Fast-paced Ambient synth]

[Narrator - Internal Monologue: Internal War, Fast-paced]

I like her already.

No, it's forbidden. Don't be stupid.

I can't take it anymore! I'm going to burst if I don't tell her!

Control yourself! You're good at pretending, aren't you?

[Audio Cue: Sound Effect - Loud Slap to the Back of the Head]

[Head Teacher CLOWY - Voice: Playful, Concerned]

Hey! Wake up, Sir! You look like you're dreaming with your eyes open.

(Narrator)

I snapped back to reality. Standing over me was our head teacher, Ms. Clowy.

Head Teacher CLOWY

Is something bothering you? You've looked restless since yesterday. Are you feeling sick? Just say the word, Sir. I know you've got a lot on your plate, so maybe your thoughts are getting tangled up.

(Narrator)

Ms. Clowy was young—only twenty-three. She was pretty, kind, and remarkably capable. It was always a mystery why she didn't have a boyfriend. Maybe she was picky, or maybe she was looking for something specific that none of the guys around her possessed. She really was attractive... so why didn't I feel even a flicker of attraction toward her?

[Jesh - Voice: Trying to Sound Casual, Lighthearted]

I can still handle it, Ms. Clowy. I'd need to be on my deathbed before taking a leave. Besides, if I'm not here, I won't get to see the person who brightens my day.

[Head Teacher CLOWY - Voice: Laughing it off]

You smooth talker! Go take a break before you collapse from overthinking.

(Jesh)

Thanks, Ms. Clowy. You take it easy, too.

(Narrator)

(to himself)

Smooth talker? What did I even say? It's true... I wouldn't get to see the person who brightens my day.

[Audio Cue: Sound Effect - Knocking on Classroom Door]

[Students - in Unison]

Good afternoon, Sir!

(Jesh)

Alright, take your seats. Today, our lesson is about 'The Waiting of Leonora.'

[Student 1 - Voice: Teasing, Loud]

Oh boy, Sir is talking about love again!

[Student 2 - Voice: Laughing]

Spare us, Sir! Some of us don't know anything about love yet!

(Jesh)

Hey, don't be killjoys. Love is a great topic! Besides, relationships aren't just between a man and a woman, right?

[Student 3 - Voice: Shouting from the Back]

Yeah, Sir! Even between guys! Crossing swords!

[Audio Cue: Sound Effect - Classroom Laughter]

(Jesh)

Alright, prove it. Go cross swords with the guy sitting next to you and we'll watch.

(clears throat, tone shifting to serious)

Listen up, class. First off, love isn't lust. Second—excuse my language—lust isn't love.

If it's just physical, take it somewhere else. Third, love isn't just about what you feel inside. True love means doing good for the person you love, even if that person does nothing good for you in return.

[Student 1]

Whoa, Sir! Deep words!

(Jesh)

Do you actually understand what I'm trying to tell you?

(Students)

Yes, Sir!

[Zeline - Voice: Calm, Intellectual, Quietly Challenging]

Sir?

(Narrator)

I paused. It was Xeline. The short, fair-skinned girl from earlier.

(Jesh)

Oh, Xeline. That's probably the first time you've spoken today.

(Zeline)

Even if they don't do anything good for you? Isn't that just stupidity?

(Jesh)

Well, if you look at it from a selfish perspective—where you prioritize your own feelings over everything else. Do you get what I mean?

(Zeline)

So, Sir... is it selfish to think about yourself when you're the one getting hurt?

(Jesh)

Hmm... somewhat? Yes. Because if you choose to love, you have to be prepared to get hurt, right? But like I told you all before, there are no absolute answers. Sometimes you just have to wait.

(Zeline)

If that's the case, Sir... what about you? Would you endure pain for the person you love?

(Jesh)

Me? Right now, I'm enduring all of you because I love this class, even though you're noisy and chaotic. So what do you think my answer is?

(Narrator)

The rest of the period descended into a debate between Xeline and me. She was an honor student—smart, sharp, and confident in her views. To me, it felt like a quiet, playful argument between two people who cared about each other. But the answer I really wanted to give her was: "I'm enduring pain right now because of you. I can't even tell you that I like you, and I'm hurting over boundaries I shouldn't even be thinking about crossing."

Later that afternoon, after school dismissed, Xeline approached my desk. She had a subtle pout on her face.

(Zeline)

Sir, I'm sorry, but I still disagree with what you said earlier. Why should I treat someone well if they aren't doing the same for me? Why force myself onto someone when I mean nothing to them? What if I'm the only one trying to save the relationship? And another thing, Sir—

(Narrator)

Once she started talking, it was almost impossible to stop her.

(Jesh)

Okay, I get your point. But let me ask you something: Have you ever experienced true love? Nowadays, you really only get unconditional love from your parents—and even then, some people aren't so lucky. So tell me, Xeline... have you ever actually been in love?

(Narrator)

She looked at me intently, puffing out her chest as if she were about to deliver a resounding 'yes.'

[Zeline - Voice: Hesitant, Innocent]

No, Sir. But... I'd like to feel it someday. I just don't know with who, or if it will be the right thing.

(Narrator)

I couldn't help it—I burst out laughing at her expression. She looked even prettier when she was trying to sound serious. Seeing my reaction, her face turned slightly annoyed.

[Jesh - Voice: Chuckling]

Ahem. So you have zero experience, yet you're standing here arguing with me about love? Ah, youth. Look, with your personality and your style, plenty of guys are going to fall for you. Even some of the girls in class tell me how pretty you are.

They keep teasing me about you, actually. And they're right—you are pretty. Cute, even. Speaking for myself, you're the exact kind of girl a guy like me would fall for.

(pauses)

Hey, don't let it go to your head! I'm just saying this so you have the confidence to know you'll find love when the time comes—

[Zeline - Voice: Teasing, Cutting him off]

Sir, I didn't say anything! Wow, look who's being defensive! You have a crush on me, don't you, Sir? Just admit it!

[Jesh - Voice: Hushed, Flustered]

Hey! We're right near the school gates! If someone hears you, they're going to think something weird is going on—

[Zeline - Voice: Embarrassed, Mortified]

(shrinking back)

I'm sorry, Sir. I'll get going now. Sorry again.

(Jesh)

Wait, don't get upset. I'm just telling you to be mindful of what people might think. I'm just concerned. People might start calling you a teacher's pet—you wouldn't want that, right?

(Zeline)

I'm fine, Sir. I should go before someone sees us talking.

(Jesh)

Great, now you're making me feel guilty. Look... why am I even explaining myself to you like you're my girlfriend? Tell you what.

[Audio Cue: Sound Effect - Sliding A Phone Across A Table]

(Jesh)

Put your number in my phone. It'd look strange if you were the one asking for mine. We can finish this conversation over text. It's not good for us to be seen talking near campus anyway.

I'll text you first—and under no circumstances do you give my number to anyone else. Got it?

[Zeline - Voice: Smug, Smile in her Voice]

Wow, Sir. Acting like a celebrity, huh? Here you go, Sir Celebrity.

Chapter 3: Midnight Chat

[Audio Cue: Sound Effect - Cell Phone Notification Vibration]

(Narrator)

That night, I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the screen.

Should I text her or not? What if she thinks I'm chasing after her? But if I don't, she'll think I chickened out. Forget it... what do I have to lose?

[Audio Cue: Sound Effect - Typing on Phone]

[Text Display / Voice over Overlap]

[Jesh (Text)]

"Hi Miss Xeline. The girl who's never experienced love but refuses to lose an argument. This is Sir Celebrity."

[Zeline (Text)]

"Hmm, I don't know any celebrity named Sir?"

[Jesh (Text)]

"Is that so? My mistake, wrong number."

[Zeline (Text)]

"Hahaha! I'm joking, Sir! You take things too seriously. Game, let's continue our debate?"

[Jesh (Text)]

"Hold on, let me gather my points. You're hard to convince—you never believe anything I say."

[Zeline (Text)]

"Not true, Sir! I believed some of the things you said. Like when you said I was pretty and that you have a crush on me. Hehehe."

[Jesh (Text)]

"You're crazy! Hahaha, out of everything I said, that's what you remembered?"

[Zeline (Text)]

"Just joking, Sir!"

[Jesh (Text)]

"It's fine. You are pretty. You should be thankful."

[Zeline (Text)]

"Thank you, Sir! :P"

[Jesh (Text)]

"Alright, let's begin. Consider yourself lucky you're getting a private lesson."

[Zeline (Text)]

"Well, I'm special to you anyway, Sir, so it's fine. :P"

[Jesh (Text)]

"Whatever you say. What do you want to know?"

[Zeline (Text)]

"What does it actually feel like to fall in love?"

[Jesh (Text)]

"Well, you've liked someone before, right? That specific feeling..."

[Zeline (Text)]

"Isn't that just infatuation?"

[Jesh (Text)]

"Nice term. Let me look up the exact definition."

[Zeline (Text)]

"Hahaha, Sir, I'll tell you: infatuation is when you like someone, but it's temporary. The feelings don't last long."

[Jesh (Text)]

"So you're saying you've only ever felt infatuation?"

[Zeline (Text)]

"Maybe yes, maybe no?"

[Jesh (Text)]

"Why yes and why no?"

[Zeline (Text)]

"This is hard to explain over text, Sir. Let's just say 'no.' Four months is a long time to like someone, right? So maybe it's love?"

[Jesh (Text)]

"It's hard to call it love unless it's mutual. Love gets painful when it's just one-sided. My head is starting to hurt and it's late. It's difficult discussing this when I can't see your face."

[Zeline (Text)]

"Is that all? Do you have Skype, Sir? It'll be just like talking face-to-face!"

[Jesh (Text)]

"Look at you, coming up with solutions. For someone who stays quiet in class, you sure have a lot to say over text. Don't go silent on me once the camera turns on. Here's my username: @Jesh Katipunan."

[Zeline (Text)]

"Got it! Sign in, Sir!"

[Audio Cue: Sound Effect - skype Incoming Call Ringtone]

(Narrator)

I logged into my account, and a request popped up instantly. I accepted it and launched the call.

[Zeline - Voice: via skype Audio Filter]

Hi to the Sir who claims he's a celebrity! :P

(Jesh)

You really don't stop, do you? Turn your camera on. This feels no different from texting.

(Zeline)

Hold on, Sir... there's a thing called video loading.

[Audio Cue: Sound Effect - Video Call Connects with A Soft Beep]

(Jesh)

Whoa... you look completely different in person. Is that really you?

(Zeline)

Yes, Sir, it's me! You've been talking to me all night and only now are you doubting it's me?

(Jesh)

I just don't want anyone accusing me of anything inappropriate. What I'm doing right now is against the rules. A teacher chatting privately with a student isn't allowed.

That's why I told you to keep my number secret. And delete all these messages tomorrow morning—I'm going to check your phone."

(Zeline)

Fine, Sir, check it tomorrow. But why is it such a big deal? We're not doing anything wrong.

(Jesh)

We aren't, but it still looks bad to outsiders. I'm trying to protect your reputation as an honor student. And if I get caught, I'll get fired.

(Zeline)

People are so dramatic. Wait, Sir, accept the video stream...

(Narrator)

I adjusted my screen—and what I saw took me off guard. Nothing inappropriate, mind you, but...

(Jesh)

Xeline... your room looks really nice.

(Zeline)

Thank you, Sir! I picked out the decor and colors myself.

(Jesh)

You look prettier on camera... or maybe it's just because it's late and the lighting changed your look. :P

(Zeline)

Wha—Sir! What do you mean? Do I look like a ghost?

(Jesh)

No, but... what's that behind you? Dressed in white, staring directly at the screen?

[Zeline - Voice: Frightened, Higher Pitch]

Sir! Don't scare me! I'm home alone right now, my mom isn't back yet!

[Jesh - Voice: Laughing]

Hahaha, I'm joking! It's almost midnight, though. Your mom isn't home yet?

(Zeline)

Yeah, it's usually like this. She works really hard for us.

(Jesh)

I see... Are you getting sleepy?

(Zeline)

Not really, Sir. But is it okay if I lie down on my bed? My back hurts from sitting hunched over.

(Jesh)

Go ahead, it's your house.

(Narrator)

She adjusted her camera on the pillow and laid down, leaving only her face visible in the soft glow of the screen.

[Zeline - Voice: Drowsy]

Mom is taking so long... I think I'm going to sleep now...

[Narrator - Internal Monologue]

(whispering)

She closed her eyes, pretending to drift off. Look at this girl! She was the one who invited me to chat, and now she's pulling this?

(exhales deeply)

Damn it... she was ridiculously cute. It's moments like this that make men make terrible mistakes.

(Zeline)

(peeking with one eye open, giggling)

Just kidding, Sir! Hahaha. You look cute when you're annoyed.

(Jesh)

You're trouble. Fine... I'll stay on the call with you until your mother gets home.

(Narrator)

Our call lasted until two in the morning. What was supposed to be a discussion about our lesson turned into hours of shared stories, quiet laughter, and gentle teasing. By the time we hung up, the distance between us had shrunk completely.

We had grown close... far too close.

And as I closed my laptop in the dark room, a single thought echoed in my mind: I hope this doesn't get any worse.

[Audio Cue: Music Fades Out Slowly]