A week has passed and I got a two-hour break after my second class today because my should be next professor got into emergency and not able to make it. I decided to go to the library to do some research and on my way, my phone vibrated which is telling me that I got a message.
“I saw Marco at the back of the art building doing his punishment,” that was Yvonne informing Marco's whereabouts.“I wanted to talk to him but I’m afraid the queen bee will get angry again," I replied quickly and that was the truth. As much as possible, I want to avoid arguments or issues to occur again.“Don’t mind her, she’s just jealous of you coz you are much prettier than her xoxo. Go there now! Don’t worry, I got your back!" she assured and I turned my way to the art building right away.I thanked her but she did not forget to remind me to tell her everything without skipping minor details when we get to the shop later at night. She's very Yvonne!When I sighted Marco, I got a little nervous because someone might resent me again for getting near him. But my guilt is not leaving me in peace without talking and thanking him.When I reached near him, his back was facing me while sweeping the leaves in the garden. I cleared my throat just to get his attention and I felt like a bomb is going to explode behind my ribcage.When he looked my way, I saw him with a serious face but nevertheless, he looked so charming and hot. What am I thinking? Stupid! I should go back to my purpose before I look like an idiot in front of him.“Ahm, Marco right? I’m Faith, I just want to thank you for defending me last week over Clyde," I stuttered a bit. "We can’t control people with bad habits but it’s not necessary for you to fight because of me," I added. "I’m sorry that you’ve got suspended for a week and got this punishment,” I'm glad I was able to deliver what I wanted to say.He was just looking at me and I have no idea what's going on in his mind. He's like an unpredictable kind of person. “You didn’t watch the game, why?” he seriously asked and I couldn’t believe what I’ve heard from him. Was he more concerned about me not able to watch his game over his swollen lips and suspension for a week because of the fight? What the h***! I narrowed my eyes and my mind was in haywire on what reasons I should say to him.“What? Oh, the game… Ahm… sorry about that too and thank you for the tickets," I responded nervously. "I was caught up by my job that day and congratulations - my friend told me you were the MVP on that match. You’ve given so much moral to our university, you’re one of a kind,” I explained a bit shy because I forgot to thank him for those.He smirked a little and turned his back at me to continue cleaning the area. I didn't know what to say but my feelings were full of guilt. “I’ll help you with the service, this happened because of me so better do my part too,” I said and moved to get the stuff for cleaning. He looked my way like he wanted to say something but let it go when he saw me already cleaning.“Don’t you have class?” he asked not looking at me. “I’m on a two-hour break and will attend my last class later, then I’ll head to the shop,” I said as flawlessly as I could but I realized that he only asked for one question and I answered it with a lot. Damn, I was obviously tensed around him.As we did the clean-up, we didn't talk that much because I felt like something’s awkward between us or might I say, I'm shy to talk to him. But I caught him sparing a glance at me from time to time and I just kept myself calm. I was afraid to look into his eyes because I felt like I’m going to melt if we stayed like that for a few more seconds. Even though I acted cool and confident near him, I felt betrayed by my heart because I was nervous or might I say self-conscious around him.Forty-five minutes passed and we were done with the clean-up. I bid goodbye to him but not before thanking him again for what he has done for me. He just nodded and I noticed a hint of a smile in his eyes but he was good at masking it.With my remaining free time, I ran to the library to have my research before attending my last class. After my class, I went right away to the shop to start my shift. This has been my routine for two and a half years now and I’m grateful to the owners for being so lenient to their part-timers. I'm so thankful for Mr. and Mrs. Brown for their compassion towards those who wanted to support their selves while studying.When I reached to open the door of the cafe, I saw Yvonne already in her uniform. She’s a bit early and I noticed that she's smiling widely like her crush got a crush on her too. I shook my head and came near her and asked about the reason for her good mood. She said that I should get changed first and come back fast because she can’t wait to show me something.I rushed to the counter where she is after I’m all ready for my job. There’s not a lot of customers so we could have the talk. She was holding her phone and raising it like there’s something important in it with her face full of a grin.“I discovered that Marco already has an I*******m account,” she informed with raised brows and twisted lips. “Did you know that he got a lot of followers since last week,” she added with excitement and seemed so interested in it.“Oh, I thought your news is kind of important or something. I thought you’ve got a boyfriend,” I laughed at her on the nonsense news she shared with me. “I want to show you some of his posts and I think there’s something familiar on it,” then she revealed it in front of me.I am surprised to see the photo of his coffee which I know I made for him last week because of the smiley latte art. I read the caption, “You lightened my day!”I didn’t know how to react because when I looked at Yvonne she was giggling like a fool. She teased me by looking at me with her meaningful stare and twisted lip. I didn’t want to assume anything about the caption coz maybe it was about the smiley latte and not because of me.When I scrolled for his latest post, I saw that he posted the area with that garbage and cleaning stuff. “Punishment sometimes can be a blessing in disguise,” was written. I am confused by what he meant about it but it tells something that he was happy about the punishment because he put a smiley emoji on it. Damn!Our attention was diverted to the door because someone got in and my heart pounded hard because it was him approaching the counter. Yvonne winked at me and her smile widened from ear to ear. I kicked her legs for her to stop teasing me because it's not funny anymore.“The usual,” he said directly in his serious tone. I don't know why I avoided having eye contact with him but it was awkward. Am I affected by his presence?Yvonne immediately punched his order but before he could pay for it, I told them that the coffee is on me. Both of them looked at me in disbelief but I recovered instantly by saying, “ It’s on me, as a Thank you treat,” though I stuttered a bit saying those words, I pretended calm to mask my nervousness.Yvonne cleared her throat to ease the tension and I went quickly to the machine to make the coffee. I cursed on my mind for the chaotic feelings I have inside my heart and it was the first time I felt that kind of emotion.I was approaching to serve his coffee when I saw him busy with his phone. I guess, his busy with his I*******m account. I coughed softly to get his attention and put the cup on his table with a “Thank you” latte art on it. I was hoping he will like it though it's just a simple art.“Enjoy your coffee,” I said and about to turn my back when “Until what time is your shift?”When I heard him talked, I was not convinced if I heard it right. Did he ask about my shift? But why?“Ahm, pardon me. Are you asking about the work hours here?” I calmly asked back to make sure about it.“I’m asking about your shift, he replied seriously. "I mean if I can walk you to your dorm after your shift," and he made it clear that it was about my job schedule.My body shivered to hear those and my heart beats fast. I didn’t know what to answer as my brain isn't working because of the kind of feeling I have. And how did he know that I’m staying in the dorm near the campus?“Oh, my friend Yvonne in the counter and I are staying in the same room so we always go ….,” I was talking still when he cut me.“I see, it's alright," he cleared his throat. "I’m just wondering if we can be friends so that I have someone to talk to because staying in my place alone is quite boring, you know," he explained. "No worries, it's not a problem with me, I
When the game started, everyone was not stopping from shouting and cheering for their respective team. I admired how strong and energetic the players were but Marco really got the highlights of scoring for the team because of his three points shots contribution and effective rebounds.He really deserves to be the team captain because of his perseverance and motivation to win the game. I could say that he really got the most of the fans cheering for him and here I am confused on why he chose to be friends with me rather than to befriend those people who wanted his attention.When the game ended, our university won and everyone yelled in happiness because of it. It was a good match of a game because the opponent was strong too and gave a good fight. This was the first time I experience watching such an intense game in my twenty years of existence and I admit it was fun.When Yvonne and I were about to head out of the exit door, Marco called my name and ran towards
My body shivered and I didn’t know what to say to him. I just looked at him with my mouth open unable to decipher what was happening. He wants me to be his girlfriend? Is he trying to plot a prank on me? I never anticipated the question will be out from him sooner.“Giii.. girlfriend? Me? Why? I mean, you barely know me,” I stammered asking him back and my heart started to pound harder. I knew that these past few months, I also have this feeling in me that grew for him. I'm always happy with his presence around me but I'm hesitant to admit it to myself.“I know you’re a good person and that’s enough for me to know," he explained. "We can get to know each other more along the way and I’m fine with it,” he reasoned, but still, everything hasn’t sunk into me yet. I was dumbfounded for a while when he talked again.“I guess, I surprised you with that question but it’s alright if you don’t want to,' he said carefully. "It’s okay if you want to be just friends w
Our relationship runs smoothly after a year and a half that we’re together. We are still getting to know each other more deeply and so far we are very happy. We managed to keep it secret and I haven’t got into any trouble or anything. Sometimes, we argue but not to the point of hurting each other to the core. It’s just a friendly argument between two people who are so in love with each other. I remember one time when he carried me along to his apartment that I was shocked to enter a luxury building.“Whoa! Is this what you call your apartment?” I asked in disbelief because it was a penthouse. I know that he’s rich but f*** he’s filthy rich to own such property.“It’s just a gift from my parents," he replied calmly. "Before I enter college, I asked a favor from them to let me live on my own. I want to have a personal space before getting ready to handle jobs at our family business," he explained.“Your family is super-rich," he just brushed wh
Maxine gestured me to stand up so that I could fit all the dresses lined up at the back. I'm awed because all of them were exquisite. When we're trying those, I noticed that all were from different famous designers. My body shivered at the thought that even if I work for a year in a cafe, my salary undoubtedly wouldn't be able to have at least one of the splendid stuff. “Perfect!" Cara motioned a thumbs up. "The black Ralph Lauren one-shoulder tulle evening gown suits you," Maxine supported. "Let’s try to match it with this Jimmy Choo crystal embellished high heels,” Cara was so excited for me to try the shoes. The high heels perfectly fit in me and even the gown in my slender figure. I’m scared to walk on the kind of heels because I might trip from them. When I checked myself in the mirror, my mouth parted because I couldn't believe my transformation. The woman in the mirror looked fabulous and sophisticated like a model on a runway. Jesus! “Okay, on
“Baby, let’s not talk about it tonight please?” he spoke wearily to avoid the topic. He told me that he missed me so much because we're away from each other for two days. He was busy with their business and I was occupied by my intern and reports. He wanted us to grab the opportunity to make time and just have each other closely for the night. I took a quick shower because I felt sticky with all the makeups I had in me. When I entered his room I saw him already in bed reading something on his phone. I went to the other side of the bed and as soon as I slumped he nuzzled on my neck. I could tell that he really missed me so much by the way he kissed me from my lips to my jaw down to my neck. "Baby, you are the only person who can calm me every time I'm unease," he whispered. "Having you close to me like this feels heaven," he caressed me tenderly as he said those words. He started to undress my shirt which was his shirt because I always love to wear his
He happily informed me that he got his first signed contract for a million-dollar project and his parents were so happy about it. He said, there will be a party for a successfully closed deal and he reminded me to clear my schedule on a Wednesday night to be his date. Of course! I felt so happy to know that he's doing good with their business. But there's a part in me that worries because it means, the more project the lesser the time he has for me. But it doesn't matter, as long as we are doing fine and happy together, then we can live with it.*** On a Wednesday afternoon, “Yvonne, I’m not staying at our dorm tonight because Marco invited me to his company event,” I informed as I prepped to leave the firm. “It’s alright, you should enjoy the party!" she exclaimed happily. "Don’t forget to send me your pictures,” she added excitedly because the last time I attended a party for the first time, I did send her my pictures and she couldn’t stop complimenting me.
“Faith, what your parents do for a living?” her brows arched and she was looking at me intently. I could feel my heart panic for an answer not because of her question but because of the way she looked at me. I strongly sensed that she doesn’t want me for her son. “Ahm, I...I’m an orphan when I was seven but my foster parents moved back to West Virginia so I’m living alone, Mrs. Matthews,” I trailed off telling her the truth. I felt unease because she seemed discouraged just by the look on her face. I disclosed my background to Marco since the beginning of our relationship. I never hide from him the unfortunate things that happened to me before. He was in disbelief the moment I shared it with him but his reaction was different from her mother's. He didn't judge my past, instead, he complimented me for being a strong person. “What is your job?” the sour tone in her voice didn’t go unnoticed. I told her that currently I’m doing my internship program and will be