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This is a collaborative fictional story about two persons, who, first, were enemies but as time passes by, they get to know each other better. 

*note: You can help write the next chapters. Thanks to Ella Franz Gumban for writing the 3rd Chapter, Ferdric Gabriel Aquino for the 4th, 6th and 8th Chapter, KC Vargas for the Chapter 5 and 9. and Sharmaine Lee for the Chapter 7 :) *Salute!

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CHAPTER 1: First Collision

"I am always on top. I will never let anyone outrun me. I will never let someone to be in my position. I am the best. No one could ever beat me." I always tell myself of these words. I am Grey, everybody loves me and I am confident to say that I am the envy of many. I grew with very strict parents who always expect much from me.

I am taking up BS Journalism in a prestigious university. Many people say that I am a perfect boyfriend every girl wanted to have and sleep with. Everytime I pass by them in the campus, they would always look ate me as they're trying to strip off my clothes. Every gathering in the campus, I am always present and as usual, the center of attraction. Well, maybe because I am undeniably hot. :p I'm on my second year in college and I can feel that my nerves seem to collapse sometimes. Projects, Articles, Investigative videos, and other things which I consider stressful...but I never let anyone notice that I feel like giving up because I don't want them to think that I am weak. I am strong. I never fail right?

P.E. class...

"Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrriiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnngggggggggggggg!"

"Holy cow! I have to catch my nest subject on the other side of the building and it will take me like 5 minutes to get there. I need to wear my PE uniform and I'm going to see my very boisterous PE classmates again. Grrrrr!" I told myself while rushing my way to my next class.

" Thompson!", a voice called me. It was our professor.

"You're always late! Yo know that I really hate late birds!"

"But I am not a bird sir!" I mumbled.

"Sir, he said that he's not a bird!" a girl shouted pointing at me.

She is Sue, a very irritating girl. A girl that I will never ever dare to talk to and be with. Her eyes are like the eyes of an antagonist in a movie and her voice is like hell to my ear! I really hate this girl but I just ignore her as if she doesn't exist.

"Alright everyone! This semester, your final project will be a contemporary dance with a pair. The girls will be the one to pick since the number of boys and girls are equal." the teacher instructed.

After they have picked the names of their partners, some jumped because of great joy that they will be with their crushes. (So flirty huh!)

Then Sue came to me and said, "Hey you, looser! Unluckily, I got your name and I have no choice but to dance with a jerk like you!"

"What the hell is your problem with me huh? As if I have choice. The feeling is mutual! I want to get the highest score even if I'm with a wrong partner! Give me your number. I want to practice after my last period class."

She gave her number and I walked out of the room, going to my next class.

"Hey ugly lady! Meet me outside the cafeteria now. Don't make me wait." I texted.

"Wait looooooooooooooooooooooser! I'm on my way. " she replied.

 I saw her approaching my location. I waved my hands so that this ugly lady could see me. Then we headed our way to the dance hall.

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CHAPTER 2: Deafening Silence

Then she saw me. “Oh, this girl is really a pain the ass. Why couldn’t I just do it by myself.  Arrrgh!”, I said in a soft voice.

“Hey butt-headed cow!”, she shouted.

“Shut the f up beast-faced lady!”,  I answered.

Both of us decided to proceed to the hall and get this dancing thing done. I was right, it really did not work for us this time.

“Hey guys, I’ve got to close this hall now. It’s already 5:00 and I guess you need to go now.”, said the hall manager.

“So what now? I need to get the highest grade for this and I doubt if I can now. That is all because of you bastard!”, She shouted.

“Woah! Don’t act like you are the one doing all the steps and the choreography! And one thing, Don’t yell at me, you’re not the boss of me.”, I shouted back.

We went out of the hall, still silent. And I told her that I will just text her if we will practice. I don’t like this feeling. I feel strange. I feel awkward. I can’t believe that I have done that to a woman. I never shouted to a woman before. I remembered when my mom told me that, “Guys need to respect girls.”. But it was not my fault right? It wasn’t…It wasn’t..it…

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Chapter 3: Brawl with she-beast

The next day, lunch time, I was heading to the cafeteria because i was already starving. There I saw my partner Sue. I stand behind her.

"Hey! Ugly girl." I said

She turned her back with her tiger looking eyes. Sue almost slapped me, but she didn't. Instead she said, "what now butt-headed cow?!" then she gave me a fake smile then rolled her eyes.

"Oh, nothing. I was just trying to be friends with you, especially now that we're dance partners?"

"Seriously?! You want me to be your friend?"

"Yeah, for the sake of my grades?!"

"Oh, why Mr. Grey, do you think it would help?" she said with her one brow raising

"Uhm, maybe. I don't know." I said as I moved forward reaching for a burger. She giggled.

"And you know it's nice if you have a famous friend like me, you'll be noticed by everybody. Sue this is a once in a life time offer."

"Oh, shut up Grey! Stop acting like you're super famous, that every girl would die for you! Grey to be honest you're not that perfect. Like what you think of yourself."

It was really my luck when three hot chicks passed by and flirted at me. I followed them with my eyes smiling devilishly. I was laughing in my mind saying "what now?!"

"Uhm, what we're you saying?" As i turned my back to her.

"Nevermind!" then she started to walk towards her friends waiting for her and she never turned her back. I smiled as i reach for a can of soda, after i start making my way to the table where his pals are seated.

"Think about it Sue, as what I've said it's once in a lifetime offer." I whispered to her as I pass by them.

"Cut it off grey!" she said rolling her eyes again while her friends laughing. I can see that she was irritated

"Think about it! And by the way see you later at 5, Jerk!" turning my head giving her a wink.

"grrrrrr! He is a son of a bi**ch." she murmured.

I find it funny in the way she acts, it seems like I've done nothing nice to her. Well I don't mean to brag but it isn't my fault that I was born to be handsome, smart, talented, rich and etc. in short 'perfect.' i seated next to my friends and started eating

"Man! what was that? You’re trying to...?"

"No, bro! It's just nothing." I answered with a smirk

"Really?! NOTHING? But nothing could possibly lead to SOMETHING!" they all laughed

"Oh stop it dude, it's nonsense!!!" then I took a bite.

Then i saw her in the corner of my eyes she was still pissed in what I’ve said. I laughed in my mind. But suddenly the words that my friend just said, kept on repeating inside my head. 'NOTHING? But nothing could possibly lead to SOMETHING.' I shook my head trying to erase everything. I took the last bite and drank what's left in my soda and went to my next class, as if nothing just happened; 'Of course not! That would be impossible!' i thought to myself as I head of my next class.

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CHAPTER 4: Clashed Class

Just after I put my tray (with an empty soda bottle and an empty plate where the burger was) in the "For Finished Trays Only" desk, I proceeded immediately to my next class. The next class was on news writing. Being on top of the class, I am also a very prolific writer. I'm not only attracted by my looks, but also in the stories I have written. You see, I was part of the school paper during my high school years. And I was also awarded as "Best in Creative Writing" during my high school graduation. Enough of that, let's go to where I should be saying.

Just as I entered my classroom with a sign on the door "News Writing 101", the school bell rang, indicating that it is already one-o-clock in the afternoon. In front of my view were 35 sky blue armchairs, a pair of shelves and an air conditioner at the back, glass windows on both left and right sides, a whiteboard, and a very familiar guy--I presume he is in his late thirties--wearing a white polo shirt with a purple striped necktie, a pair of khaki pants, and a pair of rectangular glasses.

"Oh, Mr. Thompson," he said. "You're too early for your next class." He was so serious; what he said is not ironic.

"Good afternoon, Professor," I said. After greeting him, I just realized it was the same professor who scolded me for being late yesterday. He was Professor Joseph Barton. But being strict to the classroom rules, we should call him by his last name instead. It seems I'm the first one to enter Professor's class, I thought.

A couple of minutes later, "News Writing 101" is now full of students. I was sitting in the middlemost chair, where I can see every student in front and beside me. And one of them happened to be that b*tchy student named Sue, who is also my partner in my contemporary dance for our final project in P.E. this semester. Seeing her makes me feel pissed off; but not only that, I also feel something strange, something different, something which is the opposite of feeling pissed off.

Suddenly she turned her back. When her eyes meet mine, my eyes immediately turned to the whiteboard, with Professor Barton's writing. Sue just looked at her class- mates and ignored me as if I didn't exist in class.

"Alright, class," said Professor Barton, who turned to us after writing on the whiteboard, "for today, you are going to research in the library and look for at least one news article. It could be on politics, on sports, et cetera, et cetera. Some of you will research in front of a computer, while others will just look for news-paper. Once you have chosen your desired news article, copy the whole article on your yellow pad paper. Don't forget to write the name of the chosen newspaper, then

the name of the news article, the news writer, Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, Professor," we all said in response.

In the library, while I almost got a newspaper, someone's hand also gripped the same newspaper. It was...

"Sue?" I said to her.

"It's mine, you megalomaniac!" the brat said.

"No, I was first!"

"Choke on your words, dream boy," Sue said and she took the newspaper with her brute force. "Oh, look there's still more newspaper. Don't be a selfish smarty pants,” she continued and left.

I took the remaining newspaper and sat on the nearest table. While I was in the middle of the news article I was copying, a familiar female hand was put over my yellow pad paper. It was her again!

"It's you again!" I said.

"Yep, it's me, Sue, your worst dance partner," she said.

"So, about our dance--"

"Yes, Grey, I'll do the choreo," she said. Her words were firm enough.

"Really?" I asked. I don't know she is a good dancer.

"Yes, really," she said.

"Okay, when and where will be our first practice?" I kept asking.

"Later, at four, in that same hall we met yesterday," she answered.

"Okay."

"Don't be late, okay? 'Cause the hall manager will close the hall at 5:00 P.M. sharp."

"Yes, Sue," I said softly and she went off.

That was the first conversation with Sue wherein we didn't have our heads go red like a volcano. It was something special, for some reason. And I have the feeling that we weren't enemies. We just don't get along with each other. We don't like each other. But for some reason,--

"Fifteen minutes left!" said Professor Barton. "No more extension!"

I hurriedly finished the remaining parts of the news article on my yellow pad paper and submitted it to Professor Barton.

 
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Chapter 5: The beauty behind the beast

I was already walking my way to the hall when I saw Cindy approaching me. She happened to be my girlfriend when I was twelve but our relationship lasted for only two days. God, I was just a little kid. What do I know about love?

“Hey Grey,” said Cindy, who was now wearing a white tank top, pink mini skirt and a pair of pink doll shoes, and has a long blonde hair. “Why don’t you join me at the Coffee House now? Let’s have some snacks or maybe a date,” she said in a seducing way while holding my arms.

I looked at the hall and saw Sue. She was leaning at the wall with an annoyed face. “I’m really sorry Cind,” I said while removing her hands off my arms. “But Sue there,” I nodded toward her direction, “is waiting for me. We have a dance to practice.”

She pouted her lips and stomped her feet. “Urgh, that bitch. Okay, fine. How about tomorrow?” she said managing to smile.

“We´ll see.”

When I got to the hall, I smiled at Sue but she just ignored me. Instead, she opened the hall’s door and walked inside then dropped her bag on the floor.

“You’re ten minutes late,” she said after dropping her bag. “I thought getting high grades is one of your priorities. I didn’t know flirting is one of them.”

“What are you talking about? I wasn’t flirting, okay?” I defended myself. “She was the one who approached me first but I rejected her.”

“Okay. Fine,” she held her hands up. “No need to explain. Don’t need it.”

“So.” Shit, Grey. Speak. You are not the kind of person who gets speechless. ”Have you prepared for the choreography of the dance?” I managed to ask after a long time of silence.

“Oh, yeah. Uhm, yes. I did.”

We began with the basics steps first. She taught me the proper posture, proper execution and all. Do I really have to mention all of it? God.

“Okay Grey. I know you won’t like this but you have to.”

“Why, what’s that?” I crossed my arms.

“You have to carry me.”

“Carry your face. You’re even heavier than a pig!”

“Do you think I like this?” she raised her voice.

“Why not? Isn’t it your dream to be carried by a handsome guy?” I teased.

“Ugh! You are such a self-centered monster. If you don’t want it then fine,” she said then sat on the floor, her face sad. “Now, I have to change and rearrange the steps. And it’s all because of you!” she pointed me, her face mad.

I sat beside her leaving a few distance between us. I put my knees near to my chest then rested my chin on my knee. I studied Sue. Looking at her, you would’ve thought that she is perfect. Her brown hair, her pink lips, her cute nose, those blue eyes, long and curl lashes, and her white and soft skin. You would’ve have thought she is a princess.

Oh my god, I thought, what am I thinking? Erase. Erase. I can’t possibly like her. No!

“Sue.”

No answer.

“Hey!”

Still no answer.

“Hey, Sue.”

“What? Can’t you see I’m thinking for our new dance steps?” she shouted, annoyed. “If only you’re not being a too self-centered monster, we could’ve finished some of our routines.”

“I’m just saying that maybe you’re heavy that I can’t carry you. But you know, we could try it.”

“Ugh. You must’ve told me earlier,” she stood up and put her hands on her waist. “Okay now, you’ll just stand there. But you have to bend your knees.” She went near me then positioned me. She bended my knees. “Okay, that’s it. Good. Enough. Now, stand straight. Not too stiff. Stay like that while I go to my position. ”

She walked to her position, a little far from me, and stood like a professional dancer. Her face full of emotions, while mine, blank.

“I am going to run to you and you have to catch me by my knees. Okay?” I nodded. “Then you’ll turn around. Got it? Okay. Here we go. One. Two. Three.”

She ran towards me and I began bending my knees. My arms were already wide open, enough just to catch her knees. Gotcha, I thought. I turned around, like she said.

And when I got to a stop, I looked up at her only to find that she’s already looking at me. We just stared at each other’s eyes for a moment. Then my heart began beating so fast that I felt different. It was like my heart is going to jump off my chest. My throat went dry.

Nothing? But nothing could possibly lead to something.

Those phrases replayed on my mind.

Is this the “something” they’re talking about? I thought, is Grey Thompson in love?

I was really sweating that my hands could no longer hold each other that by any minute I might drop Sue. But I held on. I don’t want her to fall and get hurt for she is too precious and too fragile.

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Chapter 6: Peeling the dark side off

I was still holding Sue. I cannot keep holding her at this time anymore. I am experiencing muscle strain on my arms. I can't... hold on..., I thought. "Sue," I said,

“How long am I going to hold you? It's taking forever and--"

"One, two, three!" she said before jumping into the air.

As she flew above the hall grounds, I can't believe what I saw with my very eyes! She curled her body like a snail's shell and started rolling like a wheel. After that marvelous move, she released her curled body, and landed on the floor--with her feet touching the floor first--and resiliently stood up, as nothing happened. Did she take gymnastics before?, I thought.

"So," Sue started saying, "how was it?" She flipped her brown hair and gave a wink to me.

"It was..." I tried to give her the right words for her gymnastic moves. "It was... Um..." Then I shrugged after I said my unfinished sentence.

"Oh, don't worry about that," she said. "Anyway, you liked what I did after I jumped, right?"

"Yes... Yes, I did."

I kept replaying in my mind the moves Sue did, just like replaying a video on a computer. Her moves were awesome; but that was more than awesome. What she did must be the best part of our dance. And on the day of our performance, the judges will love it. The audience will love it. My classmates will also love it. We could get the best score. Maybe the audience will bring video cameras and digital cameras, record our performance, upload on the Internet,... And we'll be famous! And we'll--

"Alright, guys!" It's that hall manager again. He is wearing a black-and-white, vertical striped polo T-shirt, and a pair of jeans. "It's five-o-clock already. It's time for you to le

"Oh," said Sue, "yes, Mr. Benson! We'll leave in a jiffy."

She turned to me and said, "That's enough practice for now, Grey. Let's go back here tomorrow, if you have time."

"Don't tell me you are going to do another jump-and-fly move again besides that, are you?" I said because I don't want that move again.

"Of course I won't make another one, dream boy," she said. "Anyway, I admit that I am heavy for you to carry me."

"Good. That's good."

"So, let's go out," she said her final words before we left.

I can't believe Sue is starting to change her attitude towards me. She's not irritating anymore--but sometimes--and she was sensitive to my condition in our dance practice. Sue isn't that good yet, though, but I sense there is an "Angel part" in her.

We were out of the hall already. It's already 5:15 P.M. The blue sky is darkening. I could barely see the bright, orange sun because of the school buildings. I see few people; the students must have gone home already.

"Let's go home," I said.

"Sure," Sue said. "Good-bye, Grey."

"Good-bye," I said before we split up, and went to our own homes.

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Chapter 7: Change Of Heart?

I layed on the bed, musing. Damn, why does Sue have this effect on me? Earlier I witnessed her change of heart towards me...well, kind of. But that's an advantage, isn't it? Still, she bugged me. Sue and everything about her….

Her gracefulness when she danced, the passion burning in her eyes...Oh I wish I was the reason behind it. Wait.  Where did that come from?! Screw you, Grey, you sound like a gooey seal.

Five minutes later, I didn't know what made me do it, but I picked up my phone and called Sue.

"Hello?" her voice echoed through the line.

"Uhh, hey. Um--"

"Grey? Why are you calling me?"

"Um. Do we have a practice on Saturday?" I asked lamely.

"Yes we do, you should've asked that while we were at school." Sue replied. I can hear her confusion.

"Did--did I? Oh. Um. Right, yeah. I forgot." I lied.

"What is up with you, Grey? You're being weird." Sue teased, chuckling on the other line.

BLOODY HELL. I wanted to jump into a cliff. What in the world made me call her? Right, twenty points for you, Grey, for being an absolute freak.

I cleared my throat. Was I being obvious? I'm gonna do something about that. I'm Grey Thompson, ideal man of women, smart and rich kid, after all.

"Do I? It's probably your mind playing tricks on you," I replied, and I was back to being an arrogant ass.

"Dude, that's all you got? Why did you call me?" she pressed on, annoyed.

"I asked you if we have practice, remember?" I asked. I mentally made a note to myself that I'm going to bang my head after this.

"No shit, Sherlock. I don't buy it though. What's your real purpose?!" Sue asked again, angry.

You know the feeling when you feel all lightheaded then something messed up, so it ruined your mood and you forgot the positive sides? Yeah, well, that's me.

I was annoyed at myself. Way to go, Grey, way to go.

"Look, this conversation makes no sense at all. So if you don't have anything more to say, I'm hanging up because I have a lot of important things to do rather than talking to a jerk like you." Sue declared in a boss-like tone.

"Yeah? Well goodbye then. I was merely asking you though," I snapped, irritated. Of course, I have pride and I won't let anyone bruise my ego.

“Tut. Tut. Tut.” That was my stupid cue to hang up.

“Don't ask about what just happened. Don't worry, I'm confused too.” I told myself as I get up facing tehe mirror.

  

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 Chapter 8: TGIF

Thank god; it's Friday! The fifth day AND the last school day of the week! And I'm so happy that... Wait! Just because I'm so happy that today is Friday, that doesn't mean I had the worst dream ever last night. Let me tell you what had happened in my dream.

As far as I can remember, it was the worst. I was just eating with my friends during an ordinary recess with some ordinary, yet scrumptious food and drinks. As always, we were always admired by the girls around the whole cafeteria because of our looks. The guys and I were talking about "this girl" and "that girl", and they were teasing me if I have a crush.

"Wait, me?" I said. "No, no, no. I don't have a crush and I mean it!"

"Really?" said Edward Charleston on my left. "I don't think so!"

"Yeah," said Roger Nelson, on my right, and the guy who told me that "nothing leads to something." He continued, after sipping a glass of sweetened pineapple juice, "How about Susan MacPherson, or in short, Sue? Aren't you two dance partners?"

"Yes, but..." I said until I interrupted myself for a bite of cheeseburger and a sip of soda.

"But what?", said Edward.

Still eating, I made a gesture with my right hand: Wait! And I continued, "But we're just dance partners, and there's no deeper thing between us."

"Remember what I said yesterday, Grey?" Roger. "Nothing can lead to something, Grey. Did you forget that already?"

"Of course not," I said with a short temper.

"Alright, alright." It was Michael Hughes, in front of me, who said that. "Let's continue eating because we are  five minutes left before our next clas

We all agreed and continued digging in our meals.

Then here came the worst part. Five minutes later, the school bell didn't ring but rather, it was music from the speaker. For some reason, it was playing "Wedding March" by Felix Mendelssohn.

"What's going on around here?" I asked in confusion.

A crowd of girls came closer to my group. As the girls stopped and moved aside, I saw Sue coming closer to me, holding what appears to be a small treasure chest.

"Grey Thompson, my love," she said as she opens the chest, "from now on, we will be in a relationship with each other. I can no longer be your enemy. I'm sorry if I have hurt you, and I hope I will never do it again. Please forgive me, my love."

"Okay... I forgive you..." I said, feeling timid to say something.

Sue already opened her chest. It was a pair of rings, 24-Karat gold. She held one ring and inserted it to my left ring finger. "Here is a ring, a symbol of our love and our bond. We are officially crushes, for ever and ever and ever."

The students around us were cheering for me. Even my guys are cheering--and even howling--at me. I heard Edward saying "I'm so proud of you."

"This is the worst day ever. I thought that Fridays always end in success and happiness. But this isn't," I whispered to myself.

Sue started to kiss me, her head slowly moving forward. I don't want to kiss her, I thought as I tried to move backward. But the crowd is around us, and there's no more space left. I let out a scream, "This isn't happening. NO!!!"

After that, the environment turned black in an instant. And, I woke up.

At school, it was just ordinary. Nothing caught my attention. I hear girls who are not my classmates screaming at me, as if they saw One Direction touring in school. The teachers gave lectures and some of them gave us pop quizzes. At recess, I was eating with Edward, Roger, and the other guys--as always! But P.E. class was something that was worth remembering.

"Alright, class," said Coach Lester Benson, our P.E. teacher--and I realized he is also the hall manager. "In two weeks' time, we are going to have our dance performance. How was your practice?"

The students were mumbling. I hear some of them haven't started practicing yet.

"Class," it was Coach Benson again. "Just to tell you something, I only saw Mr. Thompson and Miss MacPherson who practiced yesterday. How about you, guys? Have you started practicing? Next Friday will be our performance. So I expect that each pair will perform their dance in not less than two minutes and thirty seconds. Remember: this is also your project for this semester, so I don't want to hear anyone saying that the failed to practice. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, Coach," we all responded.

Our class dismissed at four-o-clock in the afternoon. I was leaving the school lobby when Sue was running toward me. "Grey, wait!" she said.

I turned my back and said, "Oh, yes, Sue?"

"I forgot to tell you something," she said. "Tomorrow is Saturday, right?"

"Yep."

"And since we don't have class on Saturday, let's continue practicing our dance."

"Where?"

"Since we live in the same place, how about if we practice at the stage in our city plaza. Is that alright?"

"Sure."

"See you then, Grey," she said and went off.

I was standing in stationary when my thoughts were collecting themselves again. Didn't Sue call me in my first name the second time? Was she serious when it comes to school-related stuff? I don't know about that.

I just continued walking toward the nearest bus stop. I entered a yellow bus, and it left the school zone, going downtown.

 

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 Chapter 9: A Mug of Disappointment

 I stopped by the Coffee House to have some snacks for I am already hungry and I don't feel like going home early today. When I opened the glass door, the bell hanged above it rang.

"Good afternoon sir," a girl who wears a khaki shirt with a white shirt tucked in it and an apron tied on her hips greeted me.

 I nodded and headed straight to a booth and sat. I was seated at the very end of the Coffee House. Beside me was the glass that able you to see the road. I was facing the counter, leaving a seat in front of me.

"Anything you want sir?" said the same girl who greeted me a while ago.

"Chocolate cream Frappuccino please and a muffin."

"Chocolate cream Frappuccino and muffin, coming' up," she said with a smile.

"Thank you," I looked at her name tag to know her name, "Ysabelle."

She just smiled again and left.

While waiting for my order, I took out my phone from my pocket to text mom that I am getting home late. I sent my message just when the same bell rang again that means someone is entering the Coffee House. I glanced up to see that it was and to my surprise, it was Cindy. She was already looking at me then she smiled and waved her hand. Ysabelle also greeted her with a smile. Cindy smiled back and headed to the vacant seat in front of me.

"May I join you?"

 I nodded. She slid in the seat and Ysabelle came. "May I take your order, Ma'am?"

"Uhmmm, I want a caramel Frappuccino and a ham-and-cheese sandwich please."

"Caramel Frappuccino and a ham-and-cheese, coming' right up!" Ysabelle said, smiling.

Ysabelle was about to leave when Cindy called her again. "Oh, wait!" Ysabelle turned her back to face her. "For the sandwich, I want a wheat bread please." Ysabelle just nodded then headed her way to the kitchen. The Cindy faced me and said, "I'm on a diet. You know, to maintain this sexy body," and winked.

Such a bitch. I just rolled my eyes to show I'm annoyed but she just couldn't get it. She kept talking and talking until my order came.

"Here is your order sir. Enjoy," Ysabelle smiled then left.

I took a sip on my frap. Wow, I thought, this always tastes awesome. Then I took a bite on my muffin. Delicioso!

This is the nicest thing about Coffee House. They serve the best coffee frap with a very affordable price. Their foods are freakin' awesome-tasting ones. I can't say that Coffee House is better than Starbucks, but this is all the town has.

A few minutes after my order arrived, Cindy's did too.

"So, I heard that you and that Sue are really getting close now," she managed to ask after an awkward silence.

"Oh, yeah. Not really that close. But you know we're talking about grades."

"Ah-huh?"

I rolled my eyes. "Yes, swear. God. We're just doing the dance for our PE class."

"You know, I still love you," she said looking straight to my eyes.

I looked away. "Please. Let's not talk about it. We were very young back then."

"I know. But this love I'm talking about is the present." I could feel her eyes still on me.

"I better leave. It's getting late." I stood up and left my payment.

I don't care if what I paid was too much; I just really have to leave. And I don't care if I have to go home this early, I really don't have a choice in times like this.

As I opened the door, I looked back at her. She was still sitting there her back on me. I just shrugged my shoulders and went out.

I was already walking my way to home when somebody hugged me from behind.

"Please, Grey. I beg of you. Don't leave me again," she said, sobbing.

Oh my god, she's crying. She's crying! This is so disgusting.

"Let go of me. You're so fu>

"Grey, please. Just tell me you also love me."

"What the fug are you saying? I don't love you and never will do!" I am really annoyed this time. She's trying my patience.

After trying to remove her arms from my waist, she finally let go. I turned at her to shout and curse at her. But what happened was she grabbed my neck and leaned forward and kissed me. I repeat, she kissed me. This disgusting creature was kissing me. I could feel her lips locked to mine but I am not moving my lips. I could feel her tongue touching my lips. Her kiss was very passionate that she was leaning closer-- almost hugging me.

After a few seconds of that disgusting moment, I pushed her away with full force that she fell on the ground. Just as I saw Sue behind her, standing with her mouth and eyes wide open. I could see on her reaction that she was really shocked on what she had just witnessed. Even though I, myself, was shocked on what had just happened and was more shocked to see Sue there.

I was just about to explain when Sue covered her face with her hands and ran away.

"Sue! Wait, I could..." But she was already running away.

I don't know why I had to explain to her. But in that moment, I felt an obligation of explaining to her everything that had happened. It was like my brain is telling me, "Human, you have to explain to that walkout-crying lady that this crying lady-on-the-ground-who-kissed-you-passionately is just a bitch who's trying to get your first kiss-- and successfully did-- and is trying to make out with you and the sidewalk. I repeat, on the freakin' sidewalk!"

Ugh, if this brain is literally front of me, I could've killed him. Or her. Or it. Whatever.

I looked at Cindy who was still on the ground, sobbing.

"Have you seen what you've done? Sue saw us! If you were not being a bitch, this wouldn't happen! Now she's really mad at me. I just don't know how to explain this to her," I said now, really angry at her and disappointed as well. I just can't believe I made Sue cry.

"Why do you have to explain to her? Is she your girlfriend? Is she something to you? Huh?" she asked, now, looking at me. Her eyes still wet.

"No." The only word that could come out from my mouth. Then I turned my back and started walking away from her and starting my way home.

"Then why are you..." Her words are no longer audible for I am a distant away from her already.

I was really annoyed that I just literally walked my way home that wasn't really far from the Coffee House, just twelve blocks away. While walking home, everything that had happened a while ago is still bugging me. From our meeting at the Coffee House, then her opening the topic about her love for me, then me leaving her there still sitting, her hugging me from the back, then to kissing, me pushing her away and the worst part of all, Sue witnessing that fugging kiss.

I was really annoyed and disgusted that I've been kicking all the stones that are on my way. I even banged the door when I got home.

I headed straight to my room, not noticing my mom who was at the kitchen, probably preparing dinner.

"Honey," she said, "Are you okay? I thought you'll be home late?"

"Yes mom. Just tired," I managed answering and closed the door of my room.

I took a shower, wore my pajamas leaving me topless then lied down on my bed. I took my phone from my lamp table and opened it. I went to my contacts and typed the name of Sue MacPherson.

I need to explain, I thought. It's not what she thought it was.

I pressed the call button and put the phone near my ear.

It's ringing. But no answer. I tried again. Still no answer. And tried again. But this time she turned her phone off.

I got pissed. Really pissed! Why wouldn't she answer? I thought, God, she's being a bitch too. Fine, whatever. You're not even my girlfriend. I don't owe you any explanation.

I put my phone on my lamp table and closed my eyes.

She's going to regret not answering her phone. Tch, I'll be her pain in the ass. See you tomorrow, bitch.

After a moment of being so pissed, I had fallen asleep.