Have you ever been in a situation where you have to walk up all the way up to twenty two floors? And that us about forty four flights of stairs? I tell you, I lost a good five pounds that day.
I knocked on the door lightly. It was Sana Chrysolite's flat. And for some reason, my heart was beating so fast. Not for some reason, though. It happened all the time. I was kind of a social black hole, and my skills were poorly developed.
The door opened and damn. I could be gay for her. Sana Chrysolite was legit the most good looking girl I had ever seen in a really long time. It wasn't how she dressed or what could be altered like clothes. Her face, her body, her height and most of all her smile. If you're a pretty averagely pretty girl like me, you will know what a struggle it is to smile beautifully.
she smiled and my heart melted.
"Hello," I said, not sounding as nervous as I felt.
She nodded, "Hello back, may I ask what you want, Lisa?"
"Oh... I came here to deliver notes," I began fumbling the bags I carried and then realisation hit me, "Wait, you know me?"
She just laughed and said, "Yeah, I was on school too, you know. Come on in."
"Please sit down," she said, entering her kitchen.
I sat down, the sofa was soft and felt new.
The flat was large, spacey and rich. There were no family pictures like I had imagined to be there, but there was one painting which was probably expensive as hell. I mean, it looked expensive. One of those things poor people hardly bought.
For one, the rooms were dimly lit, there was a soft music playing from some where and it had a faint scent of fresh dew. She was on another level for a teenager already.
"Mr. Ryan asked me to deliver these notes," I said, placing the bag of notes on the coffee table.
"Thank you very much," she said re entering with a cup of coffee in her hand, "I do hope you drink caffeine?"
"Milked?"
"yeah," she said and placed in on the table, "I don't understand people who drive coffee black."
"Um, thanks," I said.
"and those are for?" she said and nodded at the other bag.
"uh... A student by the name of Zerah Seastein," I said, "Mr. Ryan says he lives in number 24. I'll drop by on my way home. I stay in 27, by the way."
"Zerah?" she said, and the surprise in her eyes got replaced by a smile, "Zerah Seastein from our class, right?"
I nodded.
Damn, she made good coffee.
"Wait a second, will you?" she said and got up.
As she disappeared, I looked around again. It was exactly like my own flat, only it had signs of human habitation. Mine was empty. I never found myself ready to unpack the boxes.
She returned, followed by a boy. He trudged along still sleepy.
"Lisa brought over your notes as well," she said and added, "Zerah."
That was when I could place who he was.
And if Sana was the most good looking female I had rested my eyes on, Zerah was the most good looking male. And they looked so good together.
He had a short mullet and he looked so fucking good, I wanted to run away.
But that was not the chief thought in my head back then. All I could think of was, Live in couple? Seriously?! At fifteen?!