SOLAR & The Specialists
She's Selena

Reagan was standing on the terrace, watching the new hybrid bike Polygon brand that had been staying overnight at his home. Today he deliberately did not use the bike because he had intended to return it, but he did not expect that in less than twenty-four hours his mind had changed. It's just free he's out of money for the cost of going back to school riding an angkot all day.

All this because of Selena, he thought.

Selena's attitude has changed a lot lately. The change began during an incident at sea a week ago. Whereas since Reagan moved to Harapan Pertiwi High School during the tenth grade of the second semester, the two have always avoided each other. Unlike now, when the tenth grade they were different classes. Reagan knew Selena never liked him. The girl always looked at him like dirt, if not a cold expression, surely a look of disgust was shown. Deep down, Reagan knew that Selena wasn't really that bad. Unasked, Reagan's memory returns to the events of one year ago.

It was the second month Reagan attended Harapan Pertiwi High School. He is not very good at getting along, so he has not known much. He heard some names, like Christian, Selena, and Mindy, but didn't really know who they were. Reagan thought that the three people must be in the same idol gang. As usual other schools, this new school also has idol figures. Christian is famous among female students, while Mindy is popular with male students. Just a taboo name to talk about. Selene.

Reagan first saw Selena as he was hearing prickly rafters about the drop-out of some seniors from school. Rumors are blasting that all the incidents are centered on Selena. He heard it in the cafeteria, and at that moment Selena was passing in front of him. All my prickly shoes stopped for a moment when the girl passed by with her head always looking forward, impressed arrogant. Only Mindy, the only female disciple seen often wandered around her. Maybe he's just his friend. So Reagan thought at the time.

Wednesday is Reagan's class day. The lesson begins after the first hour of rest. Usually, boys from his class will change clothes in class. But at that time Reagan's stomach suddenly heartburn because this morning breakfast chicken sambal. As soon as the doorbell rang, he ran to the toilet.

The male toilet is in a separate building from the classroom building. Beside the corridor to the toilet, there was a large banyan tree that had branches propagating until it almost broke the school barrier, which was, but the wall has now been fitted with wire so that no one can escape through there. The banyan tree has been branded haunted by all forces. Many rumors circulated that the appearance of kuntilanak and genderuwo had been seen there. Even in broad daylight. It did not cross Reagan's mind on his way to the toilet.

His steps suddenly came to a halt when he heard a rustling sound from above the banyan tree. Reagan gulped. All the stories he heard about the tree dwellers flashed in his head, causing him to sweat coldly from enduring stomach pains as well as horror. Reagan did not dare look up at the tree. His body is numb. He was eager to go to the toilet to finish his wish, but on the other hand he was also afraid that the banyan tree waiters wanted to disturb him to the toilet.

When he was very confused and frightened, there was a sound of 'gedebug' followed by the sound of a rag tearing and someone complaining. Inevitably Reagan turned his head to see which occupant caused the commotion. The thing he saw made him gasp.

Selena was sitting on the ground with her skirt ripped to a hip height. The girl was struggling to endure the pain of falling from a tree while trying to repair her skirt which was actually very impossible to repair. A kitten was next to him. From that sighting, Reagan was able to conclude that Selena fell while trying to save a cat trapped in a tree.

Reagan said nothing as he threw his sweatpants at Selena. He felt guilty because the pants apparently landed on the head of a girl who is notoriously creepy. Without 'ba bi bu', he immediately flushed to the toilet to perform his deed.

At that day's sports lessons, he had to willingly be punished by squat jump as many as thirty times for wearing a subordinate school uniform, instead of sweatpants.

A few days after the events of that day, Reagan kept thinking about how he could ask Selena for her sports pants. She noticed Selena was wearing a new uniform. Maybe she's got a few dozen of the same uniform skirts. Reagan never got a good chance to ask Selena. That girl was never alone. If he wasn't with Mindy, he would be with Christian. Reagan almost gave up.

How will Reagan take sports lessons next week if he doesn't have his pants on?

One morning, while Reagan was in a picket class that required him to come early, he found his gym pants had folded neatly on the table. Reagan had no power not to sniff it, make sure the pants were washed. Not only clean and fragrant, the pants are also ironed. Reagan unfolded, looking around for scrap paper that Selena might have left for him. Niente. That girl left nothing. Even thanking you is not.

Reagan thought that day was the last time he would be shocked at school. But, in fact, not. There was no wind, no rain, a girl shot her during a break in the cafeteria. Later he knew the name of the girl was Wenda, a yellow-clad girl who likes to wear makeup at school. His gangmates cheered behind the girl as he sat on an empty bench next to Reagan eating meatballs. Reagan almost choked on the meatballs when Wenda asked him to be his girlfriend. Reagan immediately rejected him on the spot.

'Why?' Ask Wenda at the time.

'I don't even know you.' Reply Reagan. 'Why are you going out with me?' Further.

'Why not? I've been watching you for a long time.'

'Really? I haven't been in school for two months.' Reagan continued eating meatballs with his chuckles. Embarrassed and proud, Wenda left Reagan, stomping her feet in annoyance.

Uncompleted by his shock that day, he suddenly found a pack of cigarettes in his bag just before the Headmaster did his part in class. His face immediately pale. It felt like all the blood on his head was flowing down to make him fall in his chair. He did not know whose cigarette it was. He and his father were not smokers. If caught smoking, maybe you will immediately behead him. Reagan stuffed the cigarette into the bag with trembling hands. How'this? He doesn't want to cause trouble when he's new here. The headmaster accompanied by his homeroom teacher went around checking the bags and under the table of the students. A basket of confiscated items such as magazines, comics, novels, and mp3 players was carried everywhere by the homeroom teacher with a fierce face.

Now it was his turn to check the desk. Reagan's body was already drenched in cold sweat. His face is as pale as paper. His hands were shaking uncontrollably.

'Open your bag!' The Headmaster's Order. A wooden stick that he always carries everywhere when not patted into the palm of the hand.

Reagan clasped the zipper of his bag, hesitating. He calculated what punishment he would receive if he was caught bringing a pack of cigarettes to school. Will it be dropped out?

'Let's open it quickly!' Snapped the Headmaster, starting to lose patience.

'KRING KRIIIIIIIIIINNNGGGGGGGGG'

The entire school was startled by the sound of a fire alarm just installed yesterday. They have not yet done a fire simulation. The whole school is in a rage. Do not know how the procedure should be done when a fire occurs. The noisy teachers calmed the hysterical students. While those who are not hysterical, scramble each other out of their respective classes. Many fell and were trampled. They gather near the school gates that have been agreed upon without deliberation as a gathering point if something happens at the school.

Reagan became the only person who was still unconscious from the shock before. He just stared blankly at his classmates who were running out in slow motion. Cheerleader class as it runs out to ****** pickaxe. Only Reagan remained in his class, standing still without knowing what was going on. Reagan only realized when he saw Selena casually passing in front of her deserted class.

'Everyone gathered at the gate. Not coming?' Selena rested her shoulders on the door.

Reagan stuttered and took his bag to approach Selena. 'What happened?'

'I set off a fire alarm for you. We're breakeven.' Answer's flat.

Reagan successfully gawked, 'What?'

'You better throw away that cigarette before anyone sees.' Selena fixed her bag on her shoulder. His suggestion was met with suspicion by Reagan. Reagan's eyes flashed with anger. Seeing Reagan's change in expression, Selena turned the eyeball before explaining.

'Wenda. The woman you refused this afternoon did it. He intends to make you a girlfriend so that you can help him with his duties. After you refuse, he gets angry and wants to get you in trouble. He put the cigarette in your bag before reporting to the Principal that there were students smoking.'

Reagan blinked a few times without comment.

'We break even.' Again Selena said that, as if all the commotion she caused just now was based on the encouragement of Reagan.

'How did you know it was Wenda?'

'I always have a way.'

'Where are you?' Intercept Reagan when he sees Selena leaving.

'Surrender yourself. I was caught on CCTV. I'd better confess before the Principal gets my parents to come to my side with the Committee.' Selena waved her hand in an indifferent style.

Reagan suddenly regained his senses, then scratched his non-itchy head. What will he do with this bike?

On the one hand, he felt annoyed and ashamed that he had to get the mercy of a rich man like Selena. But on the other hand, he also needs that bike. The distance between school and home is not too far away. But if you walk every day, it will be quite troublesome. Not to mention if you are in need of people to send fruit orders to customers. Finally Reagan decided to just accept the bike. After all, this afternoon Selena had said she would forget all the debt of gratitude she had received if she took the bike as a gift. Reagan has nothing to lose.

"Why are you here? Do you like a new bike?" He patted her on the shoulder from behind, breaking her daydream.

I don't know where this bike came from. Reagan only said that he won the lottery because he often collected soft drink bottle caps. You also suspect that this bike costs no more than five hundred thousand rupiah. You are even grateful that Reagan got a replacement bike because his old, worn-out bike is gone. Reagan lied by saying that his old bike was stolen while he was parking to buy drinks at the minimarket.

When the bike arrived in front of his house, Reagan could not believe it. Not many people in this neighborhood know about how valuable the bike is. At first Reagan also did not know how much the price, but after google the brand and type of new bike, he had to slap his face many times to make sure that the bike was real and not a dream. From there he suspected that this bike was a gift Selena, given how persistent she was chasing Reagan to give him a gift with a shiny credit card that he had.

"Reagan left first yes, sir." Reagan kissed father's hand in a hurry. He has a private lesson schedule this afternoon. The bag is full of material books.

"Please send me an order to dance bu in the alley next door, huh?" The father handed over a package of fruits that he had brought to his son. After taking a deep breath, Reagan anticipated his passion so as not to overdo it while trying a new bike for the first time.

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