fallin' out of love (stemxstud)

5

Valentine

Thanks to Anaya's quick connections and me filling out perfectly for the job, I had a shift bright and early the next day at Sunday Breeze High School.

I pulled the mop and bucket alongside me as the halls started to clutter with children and their tennis shoes squeaked on the freshly cleaned floors. I felt like a secret agent, looking at each face that I could to see if I spotted Anaela.

Could she still go here? Would I see her?

An image of Teece's pussy in my face had been keeping me motivated my entirety of cleaning, but now it was replaced with the distraught look of Anaela, from the last time I had seen her all those months ago.

"Excuse me. My tea burst on the floor. Could you-

The girl's lips swung out into a wide smile as I uncomfortably looked away. "You're pretty cute for a janitor."

"What'd you want me to be? A stereotypical janitor. Pretty people need money too," I shrugged.

"I- Uh. No," she blushed. "My, um, tea spilled."

"Where is it?" I asked, trying to keep the sigh out of my voice

"Over this way," the girl blushed.

I followed behind her in the hall to wear she had wasted her drink. After cleaning it up, it looked like she wanted to ask me something more, but I got the fuck out of there.

In hind sight, perhaps I could have asked her if she knew Anaela, but it was too late. A quick glance back showed me that the girl had already moved along with her life. Damn, there has to be an easier way to do this.

After the hallways cleared, as much as a high school hall really ever could disperse, I started for the senior area of the building. If I couldn't find Anaela in the main halls, she had to be where most of her grade level would be, right?

If she even still goes here, my mind echoed.

No. She's here. She has to be. Because if she's not...then I can't see her one last time. If she's not...I have an entire world to search, not just a school building.

Fate would bring us back together. It has to.

Besides, I don't want her anymore. I just want to be her friend again. Right?

This is wrong, I told myself, as I put my bucket and mop up and traded it out for a broom. She's my cousin for Jesus' sake. Why do I want to see her so bad? The way my heart still throbs, I know feelings still remain. That's disgusting, right? Why...why did this have to be us?

"...new cute janitor," I heard someone whisper as a group of girls walked by.

I turned around quickly, clutching my broom as if I were guilty of eavesdropping or something.

"Excuse me, um....?"

One of the girl's blushed, oddly familiar-looking.

She must've been the one remarking on my looks.

"Do you know where, uh..."

Just ask them, idiot!

"An aide asked me if you've seen this girl skipping in the halls. I guess he's asking everyone, uh, even the janitors." They all looked at me, confused. "Whoever knows where she is gets a free 'out of class' pass or a paycheck bonus," I added quickly, "Some, Anaela Hampshire," I shrugged, trying to play it cool.

"Anaela Hampshire," the girl who had been blushing the entire time, frowned, "She doesn't go here anymore. I- I would've heard."

"Fucking bitch. It'd be just like her to show up here after we almost got her ass in the parking lot," one of the other girls said, a snotty looking stud.

I quickly hid my face from them, turning around and pretending to busy myself with sweeping so they couldn't read my expression. Was it just my luck...that I had came across Anaela's old friend group?

"Excuse me," someone tapped me on the shoulder just as it sounded like the group was walking away behind me.

I turned around slowly, drawing my face to a blank.

"We'll find Anaela Hampahire for you. Matter of fact, I guarantee it," the rosy-cheeked girl promised me, her eyes twinkling with sick delight. "We won't let anyone else find her. I give you my word," she vowed, her hands slowly tightening on my shoulder as I tried not to show fear.

Did she remember me from the kickback?

She couldn't...it was so long ago. It was when I first met Anaela along Dominique's side.

"You'd probably need the paycheck bonus more than we need any pass anyhow," she laughed off her odd behavior, giving my shoulder a quick pat.

She started to turn away and I fought back the urge to stay quiet. "And your name?" I called out.

The girl turned slowly around, a happy glimmer in her eyes. "Siara Love. But everyone here calls me Pouty." I watched her walk away with her friends, my eyes curiously following her as they rounded the corner.

"Fucking Pouty. Can't believe it," I murmured.