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Chapter 3

I wait for Michael at the same spot I did last time. I wanna get the essay over and done with. Even if I can do it by myself, I won’t. I didn’t get into trouble on my own, its only right that he
helps with. Luckily for me it doesn’t take as long for them to show up this time.

My heart malfunctions for the first two seconds that I lay eyes on them. All of the appearances are brilliantly appealing and overwhelmingly dominant. His gaze shifts over to me and I awkwardly gesture for us to go talk in a corner. He’s not the only one that catches the act. His dark haired friend – practically lookalike – looks at Michael for approval before continuing on his way like the last time. I’m not sure what his name is. I’m not sure what any of their names
are, I just know Michael.

I move to the wall to avoid creating traffic and he walks over to me, hands in pockets. “What’s up?”

“The essay.” I remind him. “The deadline is in four months, right?” he returns my edgy tone with calm and collectiveness.

“Ya, but” I look pass his ears to avoid eye contact. Why is he so tall? “I wanna get it over with. I have other things to do.”

I manage to catch a glimpse of him licking his lips, thinking, before I hurry to stare behind him again before he catches me. “I’m busy this week. We can work this weekend if you want.”

“Ya.” I nod.

“Cool.” He walks away and I release the breath I didn’t know I was holding. The only good thing about this is that I can’t say that talking to other people is any easier. I’ve always been shy and
awkward around new people so he making me nervous doesn’t mean anything. I don’t know where I got the courage to approach him last week. I don’t know why I even thought it was a
good idea doing so. It was so stupid on my part.

The week goes by slowly as usual. School, eat, sleep and repeat. The only difference with this week is that my eyes is forced to stay off the Goths’ table. I’ll be lying if I say the thought of
meeting him this weekend isn’t bothering me. Whether it’s a good or bad bother, is a mystery. All I know is that I get nervous every time I think about it. Probably because the embarrassment of the background. I’m so on edge that I ask the girls to pick between three outfits for me to wear
if we actually meet up.

‘The tight dress is sexy’ Lisa text, highlighting the picture of the skin tight, red dress. Now that she’s used the word sexy to describe it, I’m second guessing on whether it should be in the list. I don’t wanna look sexy. I wanna look casual and not trying. Bryana and Bianca unfortunately agree with her so now it’s definitely off the list.

I jump up from the abrupt screaming of my phone. Who could it possibly be? No one ever calls me – my breath hitches at the display unknown number. It’s him. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. I straighten myself up, fix my outfit and try to fix my voice too. I end up making it worst. “Hello.” My voice cracks, barely getting anything out.

“Hey, it’s Michael. You forgot your shoe in the hall.” He says casually, like he’s busy doing something else. Shoe? It takes me a while to understand the joke. His business like tone doesn’t help at all.

“Very funny.” I say sarcastically.

“I’m free tomorrow at nine.” He goes on to business so nonchalantly. “Where do you wanna meet?”

“Uhm” I think for a moment. “Nine in the morning?”

“We could do evening if you want but make sure your mum knows where you are. I don’t want kidnapper to be added to my reputation.”

I cringe at my stupidity. Of course he’s talking about morning. “Morning is fine. We can meet up at Pauline’s.” I offer the only café I ever go to.