"What do we have next?" Angelita fixed her eyes on me. "melody? What are you staring at?" I never thought I would be glaring at a... well, a janitor. "Melody! wake up you creep! How long did you sleep? 1 hour? 6 minutes? Hello? Stop looking at him! The bell has gone 2 minutes ago!" I finally came back from my day dream. Angelita giggled like mental until it turned into outbursts of laughter when she looked at the janitor.
He moved like someone schooled in dance. He wasn't cleaning so much as meditating, side-stepping and turning in fluid motions as if the mop were a beloved partner. Angelita laughed until her stomach ached but he would only smile back, wink and keep on dancing. He reminded me of younger Zac Efron. He must be only a few years older than us.
"Come on! Otherwise he will start paying you to look at him!" Angelita grabbed my wrist and rushed me into class.
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Roman d'amourThere wasn't a whole lot more that could be done. It had become a wait-and-see situation with the final results no longer in her control. That didn't stop her from trying to control the situation. She demanded that things be done as she desperately...
