Chapter 70

I'm still thinking of the mystery that is the male population, and why some of them are charming while the others are basically trash when someone taps me from behind.

At first i wondered who would be so outdated to be actually tapping someone else, don't people just have the courage to just walk up and say hi to a person at this stage of life. It's high school and this is the twenty first century, tapping is for oldies and hippies and people who just can't seem to find the courage to walk to people and simply offer thier name and pair it up with "can we be friends".

I begin to remember exactly when I was like that the first time I had come here. Shy and sensitive from grieving too much over the death of my parents. I had been a practical social recluse and I can't seem to believe that I have ever had the courage to do such a thing.

I don't think I've ever had that kind of courage In all my years of living, and yet I expect this person to. I have a nagging sense of who it's going to be, but yet I still want to ignore and desperately hope with all my might that this isn't who I think it is.

The look of confusion Oakley gives me, as she coughs subtly to tell me that there's someone standing behind me right now and still staring at me with the gaze of an ash eyed eagle, an ash eyed eagle that I so desperately do not want to see right now.

I shoot her a glare that tells her I do not appreciate how she has seemingly made me aware of his presence, and unfocused on the plate of steak I had been so closely inspecting just a few minutes ago.

She giggles at this and I can see the faint hint of amusement that she currently wears, as she innocently sips her mug of coffee. Oh hells, why now, why now if all times, of all the moments for him to come around with his totally handsome face and the allure that seems to silently call out to me the more he stands there.

I can practically swear on my favorite high heels now, that I am probably the most unluckiest person in the world. I mean who would have the sort of luck that made your worst nightmares come to pass every time something about your life seemed to start going right.

The sheer propensity that I would be caught in between a rock and a hard place, at the time of the day, makes me want to scream at the unfairness of it all.

Why me???. Why now???. Why here???. In front of Eras no less. I can already feel the tension in the air, as as I just let my mind run rampant and Eras still seems to be doing something which I wish wouldn't be just staring at me. That's beginning to get creepy.

I Sigh as I come to a decision.