'Dang it. Why did this man waste our time? Mel and Brian must be waiting for me.' Charlene thought as she came out of her class and started rushing to the cafeteria. The lecturer, who taught her class, overused his period, making them stay five minutes extra after the ringing of the bell. The students were not happy about the delay. Due to her focus on getting to the cafeteria quickly, she didn't notice the person coming towards her until she bumped into him. "Ouch!" Her head hit a strong forehead and she bounced back. "Oh, I'm so sorry." They both apologized in unison, rubbing their foreheads. "No, I'm sorry." They said, speaking at the same time again. Charlene raised her brow and stared at the boy, noticing his features for the first time. He was as tall as Charlene with a red fluffy hair and freckles on his face. Charlene couldn't help but admire his cute face. She reminded him of the Weasleys from Harry Potter. "Uhm...I'm sorry. My forehead must have been really strong
Brian clenched his jaw. "Why does it pain you so much that I'm not attending the ball?" "No, no, no, Rian. It gladdens me, instead. No competition." "I have better things to do than attend silly dances." "Better things like burying your face into Harry Potter books or Business Management textbooks? Life isn't always about studying, my dear Rian. But you won't understand. After all, you lived three-quarters of your life in poverty." "Hey," Brian protested. Raymond flashed him a smug smile. "That hit a sensitive spot, huh? Well, not sorry. Oh, I heard a new teacher had an interest in you. Dating a teacher? That's too low even for my standards." Brian frowned. How did Raymond know about his encounter with Miss Claudine? One of his classmates must have spread the news. Before he could clarify he wasn't in that kind of relationship, Raymond added. "Anyway, see you some other time. Have fun with the teacher." He entered his car and zoomed off. Brian clenched his fist. The nerve of
He took a sip. Immediately, he made a disgusted face and spat the espresso out. "I asked for a sugar-free espresso," Brian yelled. The espresso was loaded with sugar that irritated his taste buds. Marilyn's face went pale. She glanced at Jason who only raised his brows. "Uhm, sir..." Marilyn tried to pacify him but Brian cut her off. "Is this how you treat your customers? Arguing with them and giving them wrong orders?" "It must have been a mistake," Marilyn said, regretting why she added sugar to the espresso. She did it only to piss off Brian but she never knew it would backfire this way. Brian scoffed. "Mistake? What kind of stupid mistake is that? You could have just gotten my espresso from the machine and brought it to me directly. I think you did this deliberately." "No, why would I?" Marilyn was already panicking. "You tell me. Oh, I'm so disgusted. I'm never coming here again." Brian got up. Jason nodded and scribbled something on the clipboard. Marilyn bit her li
Melanie and Charlene's jaw dropped. Charlene glanced at Brian and Melanie and covered her mouth, holding a squeal. Melanie was speechless as she stared at the rose in Brian's hand. Brian was nervous. "I thought...I thought you weren't going to the dance." Melanie stuttered, still staring at the rose. Brian shrugged. "Had a change of mind." Melanie looked at Brian with her brow raised. "Awn, this is so sweet, Brian," Charlene said with a dreamy face and placed her hand on her chest. "You like Melanie?" Brian's eyes widened. He nearly dropped the rose. "No..." he cleared his throat. "Let's not misunderstand things. I don't have that kind of feeling for her. I just need a date to go with to the ball." Charlene narrowed her eyes and looked at Melanie and Brian. "Yep, definitely like her." "Charlene," Brian protested, his cheeks flushing red. "Awn, he's blushing." Charlene teased more, causing Brian to blush more. "Brian is in love." Melanie rolled her eyes. "Stop being such
Brian called out to her. "Hello, Alexia." Alexia looked back when she heard someone call her name. She scowled upon seeing Brian and hissed. "Here I was thinking it was someone better calling me. What are you doing here? This is a female section." "Shopping for my date if you must know," Brian replied. He faced the sales lady that followed him. "I would like to buy that gown." He pointed at the black gown. "Too bad. I'm about to pay for it." "Well, I want it." "Are you deaf? I said I'm about to pay for it." "But you haven't paid yet. So, I want it." "I asked for it first." She faced the sales lady beside her. "Here is my card." She handed her a black card. The second sales lady's eyes widened at the sight of the card. "I'll pay double the price for the gown," Brian said and brought out his black card. Both sales lady mouths hung open. They knew now that they weren't dealing with ordinary people. "Uhm..." The second sales lady hummed, not knowing what to do. "I'll pay trip
"Are you insane?" Alexia screamed and pushed Raymond away. "Let me have sex with you, then you'll get the money," Raymond growled. He tried to touch her again but Alexia slapped his hand. "I've told you before Raymond. I'm not ready for that yet." "When will you be ready, Alexia? When?" Raymond yelled. "Why do you care about sex so much?" "Because I have needs. Do you want to know what I was doing? I was jerking off because I haven't fucked for weeks. Isn't that your job as my girlfriend? To satisfy my needs?" Alexia scoffed. "What do you think I am? A sex machine? We aren't even married for crying out loud." "Bullshit." Raymond stomped his feet. Alexis sighed. She went closer to him and traced her finger on his forehead. "Ray, I understand you have needs. But I'm not ready yet. When I am ready, you can use me as you like OK?" She tickled the back of his ear. Raymond closed his eyes, enjoying the tickling. "Promise?" "Promise. Now, will you give me that money?" "Of cours
Even from the parking lot, you could immediately hear the music coming from the hall and could see students entering the school in black or purple formal ball dressings – tuxedos for males, ball gowns and tiaras for females – or semi-formal clothes. Several days had passed until the night of the Annual Ball. The students took the path to Dolly Hall where there was a queue at the entrance. To make the ball fair, only students who donated at least sixty dollars were allowed to enter. To prevent unwanted entry, a red velvet rope was attached to both sides of the doorway, creating an obstruction. Once you've checked, the velvet rope would be removed for the student or couple to enter. The hall was decorated beautifully by the committee. Glass tables and seats were arranged orderly around the dance floor. An amphitheater where a DJ blasted music in the air was placed at the front wall, facing everyone. There was joy in the air. Students were seated, talking excitedly among themselve
"Charlene," Dalton called as he drew closer to the parking lot where Charlene stood. Charlene crossed her arms and glared at him. "What took you so long?" Dalton scratched his head, looking guilty. "I was delayed at work, so by the time I got ready, it was late. My motorcycle tyres went flat and I had a hard time finding a taxi so...I'm sorry." "You could have called me or something." "My phone died. Sorry. I'm the worst date ever, right?" "No no. Of course not. Just be careful next time." "Advice taken, madam." Dalton bowed curtly. Charlene laughed. "Wow, you look so beautiful." complimented Dalton. They both decided to wear semi-formal clothes to the ball. Charlene wore a purple sparkly jacket on a white sleeveless shirt and a black pleated skirt with pink sneakers. "Thanks. You look cuter tonight." Dalton's face flushed. He wore a black leather jacket on a blue shirt, with blue jeans and blue sneakers. His hair seemed to have become redder and fluffier. "I like your