I am ‘not’ love sick

The next day arrived, the sun peeking through my window, coaxing me awake. I yawned, rolling side-to-side and boom!

I was hitting the floor flat, I groaned in pain, slowly rising to my feet, then realising that I've sprained my ankle in the process. I struggled with trying to walk properly and also get dressed for work. After a quick breakfast with Granny, I kissed her goodbye and dashed out the door.

The museum awaited me, and it was time to immerse myself in the regular routine.

As I entered the museum, my gaze flickered to the towering exhibits and the scrolls of history that they held. Miss Jettison, my supervisor, was already there, her presence as tough as ever. I cast her a nervous smile thinking that she would question my absence from work

Surprisingly, she didn't ask me anything but; she simply nodded in acknowledgement and let me continue my duties. It suspected that Xander had intervened in some way, smoothing over the complications he had caused for me.

Making my way through the corridors, I glimpsed a familiar face that instantly lifted my spirits. Agnes, my best friend, stood there, her eyes lighting up as she caught sight of me. We rushed into each other's arms, our embrace tighter than anything else. She rushed into a flurry of stories, catching me up on all the things I had missed out on during my absence. The laughter that bubbled between us was infectious, and for a moment, the weight of my recent struggles lifted.

As Agnes and I continued to share stories and laughter, the day seemed to blur by. Eventually, I retreated to the locker room to change into my work uniform. Emerging once again, I returned to my position as a museum guide, ready to lead visitors through the labyrinth of artifacts and history.

The museum was quieter than usual today, with only a few guests trickling in. As I walked through the exhibits, my mind drifted, and my thoughts inevitably turned to what I've been preventing myself from thinking about—Xander.

It was as if the museum's silence provided the perfect backdrop for my contemplation.

Images of him flashed through my mind—his intense gaze, the way his voice had softened when he'd offered me my freedom, and the unexpected hint of admiration in his eyes. I found myself wondering what he was doing, how he was feeling, and for God's sake secretly hoping that he would walk in through the door as he always did.

Disappointment flooded my eyes when there was no one forth coming, the doorway was empty of even a soul. There was a tug of something against my chest pushing me the one thing that I was refusing to accept.

I've fallen for Xender Sterling.

But how?

Even when I was at his place all I ever did was look for a means to get escape from him. No… there was no way in hell that ill fall for that arrogant billionaire.

My mental battle were interrupted by the sound of footsteps approaching, and I glanced up, heart beating hard against the chest and for a split second thinking that it was Xender. My eyes flee downwards in dismay, when I found Agnes standing there, a knowing smile on her lips. She had always been able to read me like an open book.

"Lost in thought?" she teased.

I chuckled softly. "Just a little."

She leaned against the exhibit beside me, her expression thoughtful. "You know, Amelia."

"I'd say you look love sick if I didn't know better"

I met her gaze, a shock popping in my eyes. "What? Who is love sick?"

She nodded, playfully tugging to something at the edge of the exhibit. "Yeah. I know"

"You have no guy at the moment so it perplexes me also"

I was quiet to her statement and a few moments later and she poking me on the shoulder. "Gotcha"

She snapped her tomb on her middle fingers, and smirking at the same time. "Who's the guy? Uh?"

"Spill the beans"

"No one"

I was quick to say, diverting my gaze from her because I was aware of her wildness. If I told her anything at all. She was only going to put ideas in my head.

"Speak"

She urged, poking me again but I was resolute and soon, she was trying to tickle me to get me to open up. In truth, we both ended up runing here and there and aiming at ourselves since there were no guests to attend to.

We spent the better part of the day, hanging out with each other and before dusk, we were saying our goodbyes. I grinned at the red-haired girl who had dashed out faster than me.

"Dont forget to call me tomorrow!"

She screamed at my smiling figure reminding me of the plans we had together. Right, tomorrow was the weekends. I went home after her and all through the ride I felt better, having something else to think about aside Xander Sterling.