Here you go!Rough day, so here are !(and he pulls out some sweat pants and a shirt. I tried saying No in every single way I knew how. But he insisted. His charm was too irrisistably the moment he begged for the umpteenth time to consider his kind gesture.Short story short I agreed.Besides Park showed no signs of showing up soon.And staying in the women's bathroom would paint a picture of an insane person.
I had already met two women who knocked on the bathroom stall. Came and left. In both I felt embarrassed and wanted to sink in abluvian. A certain rush flowed in my veins. As his face shone.Imposibly blocking the sun's light.He was such a dream to look at.But why was he being so nice?
Why was he not in class? Sorry if I sound a little one of those pick me girls.But..certainly he would've skipped class just for the rescue. He told me that he was done with all his classes.As for 'heroic' save,he claimed to have heard the trending gossip from the girls. He claimed to have hated Cole's actions and his bully. In the midst of getting lost in the chit-chat he includes his family with the bully stories from his previous school. Concluding that respect was the most important virtue and I wasn't an exception from receiving it. *Charming*
By the looks of it he was ready to bounce home.Same as I.Well...Park was a let down.Could be excused in the assumption that he was busy. Guess that I was to walk home. It was a meer coincidence . The fact that Rouse headed the same direction. I was unaware of where he lived. Did he live in the same direction?In the same neighbourly suburbs ? I never seen him heading to the same direction.Yet our timeline and schedule differed. Making it impossible to realize.
I can't how professional the boy is at in putting me in awkward situations. On realizing it ,I turned my head slightly back to spot the lonely Rouse taking the same path. I drowned in the weird but likeable situation. I take a left turn,he does too.I turned to the next corner,he does too. It was like playing the game monkey see monkey do. And thinks only got awkward. The moment I imagined and hopped that it'll never happened.But took place anyway.
The agonizing traffic light.The annoyingly equally terrifying road.And then was us two youths one younger than the other. Clear judgement cause one wore or rather cluntched tightly to his bag. I no alternative but to wait for the green light. Waiting with Rouse.No talk. I don't think no breathing was planned but I lost air.
Meanwhile, he chilled in his cool shade. Breezy enough to cool down the heat from the scorching sun. He posed while he waited for the go light. For a reason known to my body .I began playing with my sweating fingers. Together with jumping up and down in the tippiest point of my tippy toes. If not the above ,I played with my purse. Or just adjusted the way I wore it. All blended with my anticipating eyes scanning the timer.
It happens again. He moved inches closer. Everytime I turn away he seemed to have moved three or so inches closer. Until he moved to the point I did actually smell his jacket's cologne .Now the game changed to "try not to look up on his face"The only way to rule the game was to look straight forward.Should be easy, right? Used to presenting in front of the whole class.To too it all teach an entire class.
He comes close and asks, "Day? Do you live anywhere around?" In which I confirmed that I did.Now I got bolder and asked in which part of the neighborhood he lived in. He hits me with the unresistable clueless boy. He was scratching behind his head . Somewhat played with his hair and smiled."Down the street not far from here." I definitely heard what he said but I can only remember thinking to myself 'what in the world went on"
I mean I was bold but apparently not bold enough to make eye contact. My eyeballs swarmed to whichever direction apart from his eyes. Once I did I would be caught in another dilemma.That is whether I was imagining or it was real. But nothing changed the truth where I was stuck with him.Walking home to the same direction for minutes that felt like forever.
I was finally at my house.What else could I pray for? Finally,at last ,long last.Just reached a place where I can forget the hectic day. Cole, Crudentia and everyone else. Besides the unhappy earth,I was ready to relax."So this is where you live,huh!we'll see tomorrow miss..." Suddenly my sister interrupts."Hey!wait!welcome"*Here we go again*
Marida!Marida!...My lies. "Is this him the guy with the black hair and green,"She said and shouted out loud. Should've have come up with a lie that wasn't linked to the one person."Umm ...hello... I'm...She is m..." She didn't even let him speak.She kept insisting on her first word.Welcoming the poor guy with force.
Honestly I don't anyone would've escaped her welcome. Renée probably felt ambushed almost stuck in the stickiest situation.She ambushed him In a kind manner.So why not give in?
Marida rarely entered the kitchen.Really my sister was hooked on the idea of me having a date.He took control of him.At this point I can only innocently defend myself by welcoming him to my life.