" I said are you sure about waiting for me here?"
He repeated like as if she hadnt heard it loud and clear seconds before. He smirked seeing her expression. It was a mix of shock and upset. Even though he knew she would be angry when he said things like these, he couldnt stop. Her expressions were the best thing. It was always amusing to him.
Meanwhile, Wish wasnt taking any of his stupid jokes " I didnt want you to feel lonely so i decided to wait and now you do these kinds of joke?" she lashed out.
Brent wasnt expecting to hear that from her. Most people praised him for overworking but none cared if he wanted a company. A warm feeling tugged his heart without him realising. " Sorry, i just wanted to....light up the mood. Thought you were bored."
Wish rolled her eyes, turning to leave but he quickly grabbed her wrist. " Wait...for me." his voice was no more cocky. It sounded like he was genuine. She didnt say anything nor moved. " Yesterday...i thought Caleb wanted to take advantage of you and punched him for no reason...and i dont know how to face him."
She gasped, " What....? poor Caleb....you should have apologised yesterday!"
" Apologised? why would i?"
" Can you put aside your ego only for a day? you know he did nothing wrong yet you punched him." she explained.
Brent looked the other way, " My ego..." he whispered, " By the way, why are you always on his side?"
" I....dont really know." she thought, " Maybe because i feel he is a good person."
They hadnt talked properly even for a day and she thinks hes a good person? pfft....he scoffed. " good for him...."
" Anyways...i wish you would apologise to him." she told seriously. Punching due to false accusation wasnt a light thing to take. Caleb must be feeling horrible, thinking someone accused him of sexual assault.
" Why dont you help me?" he said in his low voice. It always intimidated her for no reason.
She shrugged him off, " Go do it yourself. Arent you guys friends or something?" she turned around but he swiftly pulled her, now inches apart from each other. " Wh-what are you doing?"
" Since, you are always on his side, why dont you take my side this time?" his face was serious and she couldnt read his expression. Did he really not like Caleb that much? " why....do you hate Caleb?"
He suddenly loosened his expression, backing away, " Not today, sweetheart. You will know some other time."
She scrunched her brows by his sudden change of tone. " Other time??"
" Yep..." he grabbed his coat nearby, " i have finished my work for today. Time to go home." he held the door open for Wish to go. She didnt question any more leaving the office with him following from behind.
—-
Wish had finally contacted Lucas after two weeks. He was overwhelmed at first but when she asked him about the party he couldn't respond. They were planning to meet outside his office when his work was over. Should he say that he wanted to rescue her? But what if it made her upset because he thinks of her as incompetent. She really hated being called weak just because she was a girl.
It was half past five. Thirty minutes more before he could leave the office. He didnt know why but he was feeling a little nervous. He used to be the most comfortable around her. When they were together, he could say anything without trying to sound good or filtered. Because Wish was never the judgemental type. She didnt care about what others thought and did what she felt was right.
This was one of the reasons why he fell for her. But more importantly he fell for her on the first day of high school. He didnt mention it to her because he was embarrassed. He thought about that day where he saw Wish for the first time.
It was crowded on the hall and he was late for his class. When he almost reached the class, he bumped into a girl. She dropped her book and he quickly picked it up, "Im really sorry-" he finally looked at the girl, he had bumped.
She was fair skinned with jet black hair that reached till her waist. He immediately noticed her plump red lips. Seeing the girl, he thought she was the most beautiful girl he had ever laid his eyes on.
" Its okay..." she softly said, making his heart beat fast.
" Will you sit with me?" he blurted unintentionally. Realising what he had blurted, he looked at the ground. There was no response at first which was starting to make him horrible. But she spoke in that soft voice again.
" Sure." was all she had said which made his eyes lit up. " I am Lucas Miles."
And this was how they ended up being best friends and eventually dated. Sadly, their love story couldnt continue as he had wanted. She had bigger goals in her mind.
" Oh!!" he checked his watch and saw it was already time to leave.
He rushed out the office and instantly saw her. Wish was standing under the tree shed just infront of their office. Her long hair was swaying in the soft wind as she tried tugging it behind her ears. She was also wearing a light beige coloured dress that stopped above her knees. It made her look beautiful.
" Hey wish!!"
She immediately looked at him, waving. "Lucas!" they hugged once he reached closer. She smelled of flowers and coffee.
" Was i late?"
" Not really...." she avoided eye contact. It was understandable. " Did you have lunch?"
—
Lisa had found about the guy's job. His name was Lucas Miles and he worked in a photography company. So, he wasnt a part of a ranked family but just an average guy from a middle class family.
The girl who disliked and was not able to stand the third ranked family was now searching for a commoner. Life was full of unexpected turns.
She carefully parked her car by the sidewalks, checking her phone again if the address was correct or not. Seeing that it was correct, she came out of her car wearing her shades.
She was still a few minutes away from his office. Following the gps on her phone, she neared its gate. A feeling of someone staring at her made her raise head. She froze on the spot realising that someone was infact staring at her. But that wasnt the problem.
It was her stepsister Wish along with Lucas who were a few feet apart staring at her with the same surprised expression.
" Shit..."
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