Andrew took permission to go to the restroom as others concurred. He walked out of the cafeteria and headed to the restroom. One could easily think he wanted to use the restroom for nature calls but that is not all, as he has a lot on his head.
Andrew looked through the cubicle where toilet seats are but no one was there. He went over to the sink as he looked at the mirror.
Andrew Carter was handsome with his feminine facial and physical features. His eyebrows are thick and curvier than most females. His pink lips are soft like jelly, and most importantly he likes to dress professionally.
Shirt, trousers, a tie with a set of shoes and socks however fitted him perfectly as most girls feel comfortable around him because he respects them. He was nicknamed Girls Specialty, Professor, The Best Mentor because of the ways he respects girls and their thoughts as well as the way he dresses, and also gives advice.
His smile is always radiant, that even if he frowns, it is never obvious. It was as if his face was carved to smile to make people comfortable around him.
He looked himself in the mirror, resting his hands on the sink.
'I have to keep it a secret from them. It feels like a burden to me but I am hopeless', he sighed out as he thought, tears slowly brimming out of his eyes.
'Maybe they can help. They are your friends, right? Tell them', Andrew looked at his reflection which seemed to be doing the work of talking back to him as he closed his eyes.
'I cannot do that. No one can know that secret', he thought, as he opened the tap, washing his face with some water and cleaning it off.
Andrew was someone that hardly shows his emotion and always keeps a smile on his face. But sometimes, emotions are meant to be shown, not buried. That point does not seem to be in his dictionary.
He left the restroom once he was done with his thoughts. With a changing mindset, he smiled. It is only a matter of time.
" Prof, Prof Andrew,"
Andrew stopped on his track as he turned to see who was calling him.
His heart raced at the sight, his body vibrating with emotions. The feelings he thought he had buried, was rising again like waters in the ocean.
"Hey, Caleb. How are you doing?" he asked as Caleb moved closer, bowing slightly, a gesture he does to show him respect.
" I am doing great. I missed you," Caleb confessed as Andrew's face reddened, he looked away shyly.
Caleb held his hand as he moved him to an empty class.
"You look great. I like your rainbow-colored short-sleeved shirt. I doubt if I can dress like this, but it looks great on you, "Caleb rambled on making Andrew's heart flutter a bit.
Even though Caleb's words were just his nonchalant way of complimenting him, it only makes Andrew's heart rise. Andrew called it a weird feeling that he needs to get rid of but can he?
" Thank you. Hope you enjoyed your break. Sorry for going MIA for two weeks into school, things got pretty the wrong way," Andrew explained as Caleb's gaze continued to be on his figure.
"Holiday was much like a temptation, but sadly I gave in," Caleb whispered the last part, his eyes showing sadness.
Caleb was a typical bad boy, whose goal was to make girls fall for him, and then leave them, shoving them away as soon as he realized they had feelings for him.
To him, girls are toys to be played with. His logic is simple. Make a girl feel you like her, then once she has trusted and catch feelings for you, leave her heartbroken, mocking her for behaving all Mighty only to end up catching feelings.
After a while of doing these play fantasies, he turned to Andrew. To him, the constant messages he received from girls asking him out were almost unbearable. And sometimes, the urge seems great and he eventually dates these girls.
" What happened?" Andrew rested his right hand on his shoulder.
"They kept making sexual advances toward me. I feel frustrated about being handsome sometimes. Just maybe, the girls won't be infatuated.
I met this girl in a shopping mall and she collected my number. She was beautiful and all. One thing led to the other as we got into a relationship. I know you told me to avoid relationships for the time being, but I failed and did something else. I had sex with her, and for some time, I enjoyed the pleasure that comes with it, but.."
"But you are not happy. You felt guilty and shallow because you felt you did something wrong," Andrew completed his words as Caleb kept looking.
It seems Andrew knows his thoughts.
" You see, everyone has choices to make. We all have feelings, and trust me when I say it feels so crazy during teenagerdom. The drive comes in to try out pleasure, sex, drugs, and feel among but there is something called Self Control," Andrew paused for a while to see Caleb's full focus on him.
"I understand you tried your best to avoid being in a relationship and having sex. Sex is a gift reserved for married couples.
When sexual cravings set in, try to remember that controlling them can be the best thing ever. You are still a teenager and there are still a lot of things you can focus on," Andrew enunciated, staring at Caleb.
It was obvious Caleb's heart was not made to break other girls' hearts. He was the kind of soft-looking teenage boy who wouldn't hurt a fly. When girls became aware of his good looks, some could not resist and tried to seduce him. While others wrote love letters, and others expressed their feelings and opted for being in a relationship with him.
Being influenced by friends, he decided to make them fall deeply for him, and then leave them, not without mocking them too.
" Thank you for this. I have cut off my relationship with the girl. All she could offer was sex, sex, sex, and I have gotten tired of her. I still feel guilty. I hope she forgives me," he sighs.
Andrew could not help but flinch inwardly at the constant mention of sex. It only invokes different memories in him, which he feared.
"It is all right. Just talk to God in prayer and as long as you feel remorse about it, he will listen. Do remember that mistakes are inevitable but once you realize it and make amends, then you are safe," Andrew explained.
Caleb engulfed him in a hug. Andrew slowly relaxed into his hug as his mind was somewhere else.
" It is going to be alright," he whispered.
Unknown to them, someone has already taken their picture.
Rachael's face turned grim as she looked at the two girls fighting. The other students were not helping as they kept chanting 'Fight, Fight, Fight'. "I cannot believe they are fighting because of Zack, quite incredible," a girl near Rachael said as the others giggled. " They are quite stupid competing for Zack love," another person commented as they looked at the fight scene Rachael whipped her head only to see Zack sitting, a smirk on his lips looking at the two sisters' fight. To him, it was fun playing both of them, and it was so easy. Like a speed of lightning, Rachael rolled her hands into fists. She walked closer to the two sisters who were holding each other's arms trying to wrestle each other. She stood in between them holding both their hairs, pulling more strands of hair. They both groaned in pain, as R
Everyone knows the consequences of being around someone you are attracted to, especially as a teenager. The feelings keep knocking, wanting to burst out. You feel strong willpower wanting to make you fall at the person's body. 'Just confess to him. Just confess to her', those voices keep coming in. You feel goosebumps, your voice on a red button when near that person. That feeling feels like a trap when you are around that person. That was exactly the situation Rachael was in as she was near Zack, whose hand gripped hers. He was not ready to let her go sooner. Rachael fell into a daze, her heart thumping as she stared at that intimidating brown eyes of his, with his pink lips looking more pinkish. It was crazy how her mind ran wild even though she had said a few bad words to him in front of the whole class. "Will you let go of my hand Zack?" Rachael questioned, turning her head to face Zack.
Joy walked out angrily, trying to get free from Rachael. Rachael keeps telling her that she should not have slapped Maya, as that resulted in her getting into detention. "Hey wait up," Rachael called out as Joy walked toward her locker. Rachael hastened her footsteps as she caught up with Joy. "Okay, I am sorry. I was just guilty because you got into detention for trying to defend me," Rachael begged. Joy heaves a sigh. To her, Rachael was one of the most important people in her life. She looked at her pitiful self, as she began to calm down. She cannot stay mad at her forever. "Do not look at me with those eyes of yours. Next time, avoid taking the blame on yourself," Joy pouted her lips as Rachael smiled. "You almost gave me a heart attack when you slapped Maya. You should have scared her with words, not slap," Rachael stated as she opened her locker
The cafeteria is more like a silent and loud place. While some students stick to table manners and eat their food quietly, others find it difficult to do so. It was break time, after all, a time free of work, and the boring lessons, as well as the interesting ones. Rachael watched as her friends talked about their weekends, a feeling of deja vu based solely on her imaginations. Even though Zack has never made any move since their previous confrontation, Rachael has the gut feeling that Zack is planning up something. Ever since Zack mentioned that he was interested in Joy, she has always been around her friend, especially while they are at school. The thought of Zack finally getting to date Joy has crossed her mind, but she was quick to brush it off. Maybe she was being paranoid, but she could never allow Zack to do something that might disrupt her
Rachael no doubt feels more confident with finding out about who Emma is. Apart from being observant, which was one of her beautiful qualities, she somehow felt the urge to know who she was. She noticed how gracious she was since the beginning of their 12th grade, but her facial expressions show the opposite of what she was. She never wanted to tell anyone about her observations, since there was not enough evidence to back up her thoughts. She was the type that always acts on her gut feelings. Most of the time, these feelings are true. One could think Rachael was the type that was nosy or headstrong, but that was just her personality. She noticed something about Emma and feel she should be investigated. If found guilty, she is not to be mocked, but to be corrected and helped. For some reason, Rachael felt she needed help. - AFTER SCHOOL HOUR
Taking two hats as they placed them on their heads, they decided to act in disguise. Rachael and Joy got down from the car, each one at the different sides of the road. The rich residential road was quite silent with big houses around. They both walked steadily taking small steps as they followed Emma who was taking a quick walk. It looks like she was rushing somewhere. Seeing her walking and not in a big car or great dressing style further increased Rachael's conviction of her gut feelings. Joy's walking pace was weird as she was pressing her phone while walking, with her head slightly bowed. Emma never thought anyone would follow her. It was not more than 8 minutes of trekking before Emma diverted into an alley at the right side of the road. Joy and Rachael took notice as they quickened their pace since they were a few meters away from Emma. 
Words alone cannot describe the look on Emma's face on seeing two of her classmates. Her mouth slowly drops open, her posture stiff, as sudden dread of coldness took over her. She was bewildered, as she felt her heart had stopped beating, as she stared at them without blinking. It was as if a cold wind went right through her. Yes, Emma. She works in the restaurant, as a part-time waitress. "Look who we have here. If it is not the popular Emma that dresses like a Princess," Joy mocked, as she dropped her snack on the plate gently. Her stare was boring right into Emma, who looks like a petrified rabbit. She could not help but wish the ground swallowed her instantly. Her tongue felt like it was tied, as she turned speechless. On the other hand, Rachael looked rather calm, even though she was surprised to see Emma as a waitr
With her head low, Emma began walking home, another fifteen minutes journey. She took slow strides as she reflected on Joy's and Rachael's words. A small part of her heart wanting to believe them, while a bigger part telling her to go on living a fake life. One could try to imagine how Emma has been living a fake life right under everyone's nose. It was a thing she referred to as using brains, a lot of research, and thinking for a full-proofed result. Emma was one with good and high moral standing in real life. What she loved most was helping others, especially older ones. On her fake life routine, she was the pompous one that carried herself with high regard, make-up all over her face, giving her the princess slash bad girl remarks. She tried to meditate on how her one little lie led to another, till it became too big to even say the truth. Her ki