Three Perfect Days : A Before You Exit Fan Fiction

Chapter 3

"I don't want to go there this early!" the guy shouted while the girl was hauling his jacket up to the concrete wall.

"I need to bring you back to your manager!" the girl shouted back, gritting her teeth because of so much strength she exerted in forcing the guy to come up to the concrete.

"Why do you care?" he asked. "I don't even know you," he sighed, "and I think you don't even know me well."

"Because I am assigned to bring you to your destination by the time you landed here in the Philippines," she said wildly, pulling him up to the concrete wall. "So cooperate!"

The guy pulled his leather jacket, making her pulled down the rock with a thud. "I don't want to go," he said, and jumped at the bank near the water to play with the kids, leaving her slumped in the rock.

She was having a hard time. She couldn't figure out how she could bring this childish, that was then childlike for her, guy back to his tour manager. She had thought that bringing this guy back to his tour manager, who seemed to be so tired in trying to find him, could be a good trade for what chance she had lost to bring the whole crew in their desired destination, as what the company had told her.

She pulled herself up and ran down the steep rocks to the bank where the guy was, and sat down at the edge of a rock, watching the guy's every movement.

The guy was still playing with the kids, splashing water from the bed of foams formed by the waves on the seawater. He didn't mind the wetness of his designer's shoes and pants caused by the crashing waves toward the bank. He is indeed childish, she thought.

After a few minutes, the guy caught the girl lurking. Alas, said the girl to herself. He looked at the girl, puzzled, and walked up to her. He sat, kneeling one of his foot on the ground, facing the girl in such a gentleman way.

"Look," he said, and the girl looked at him straight-faced. "Don't even think that you will succeed in trying to persuade me to go back to Jame-"

"Riley, right?" she asked, leaning her face toward the guy's.

He moved backward a little, so the distance between them remained constant. "Yes I am," he said awkwardly.

The girl leaned back to her initial posture. "Hello, sir Riley," she said, extending her arms toward the guy. Her palm was open and welcoming.

The guy looked at her hand with his lips parted, and up to her face with a quizzical look. A crease between his eyebrows appeared. "You okay?"

The girl tried to hide her cackle in a closed mouth, not moving her hand in its position, but it turned out to be a sarcastic laugh. "Of course, I am."

He half-smiled-half-laughed while turning his head away from her. Then, in a matter of seconds, accepted the hand and shook it slightly. "Hello, miss Stranger."

She laughed, loudly this time. "Don't call me stranger," she said over her heavy cackles.

He joined her in laughing discreetly, and it turned out to be a smile. "Then, what should I call you? I don't even know your name."

"Jeff," the girl said, smiling.

"Jeff?" the guy asked, puzzled again.

"My name is Jeffany Pontillas," she declared. "Jeff for short."

"Oh," the guy said. "You sure that's your name?"

"What?" she asked, abruptly shocked. She didn't expect a question like that. Was there anything wrong in the way she said it? Or, was there something wrong about her name? The second one is worse, she said to herself.