Jennifer, a spirited college senior, is determined to savor her final year to the fullest, even though her parents have long arranged a groom for her. She has always been resigned to accepting their choice without complaint.
However, complications a...
"Let's toss a coin." I pulled out two coins from my bag and handed one to Mr. Reynolds to toss it in the well.
"Well of the bewitched, seriously?" He looked around and took the coin nonetheless before looking at the board beside the well stating the rules.
1) Make a wish opposite to what you want.
2) Don't tell anyone your wish.
3) Think about the thing that makes you happy and you are willing to give it up for the present wish.
4) Hold a trustworthy person's hand while throwing away the coin. (Optional)
I ignored the hand holding part. Wait a minute, I have nothing I want to discontinue. No, there must be something. I have to do this. I wished that I would get married to the guy chosen by my father and in return I am willing to give up extra sleep.
I took a quick look at Mr. Reynolds only to notice that he is holding the end of my sleeve while wishing.
I quickly closed my eyes and pretended to wish before Mr. Reynolds could notice that I saw him holding my sleeve.
I opened my eyes to notice him looking at me, "You sure have a list of things you want."
"I do. Now, let's go to this ice cream place next." I pulled open the map to navigate this place and what's better than the Ice cream place with an entrance made out of the mouth of a big skull with crazy eyes.
"As you say." He beckoned me to lead the way.
"Damn, I can't even take pictures now." I thought out loud, I planned on taking so many pictures and videos to remember this day but here I am with my luck that my phone is broken and lost in this vast place while Mr. Reynolds didn't bother bringing it from his car.
"There's a photo booth nearby. Should we go there first?" He said taking the map from my hand, brushing my fingers with his in the process, looking really cute as he pointed at locations but all I focussed on was his smokey eyes and strands of hair coming down on his forehead. Focus, Jen. And not on Mr. Reynolds for once.
"So?" He looked at me expectantly. Is he suggesting that both of us take pictures together? Or is he suggesting that we take photos one by one? I didn't even listen because I was busy ogling my professor in broad daylight dressed as a vampire.
"Together?" I asked almost inaudibly, keeping a neutral face. Would it be good for my mental health to have pictures with him? Would I cry over looking at those pictures in the future? What if my father sees the pictures?
"What would you prefer?" Is he shifting the weight of the decision on me?
"What would you prefer?" I threw his question right back at him.
He looked unsure for a few seconds before he made up his mind, "Sure, let's take pictures together." I inclined my head and an involuntary smile appeared on my lips which I'm sure is as bright as the sun. All the questions disappeared from my mind.
We will have pictures together. Our first pictures together. I need to get a hold of myself before I lose it completely. I would like to think about it this way, every student wants to have a picture with their favourite professor or in my case the professor I have a crush on. That's it. Nothing more.
"Let's have something to drink first." Mr. Reynolds suggested, suppressing his laugh while walking ahead. What's so funny?
Soon we found ourselves in front of the cafe covered with mirrors all around the place and the reflection you see in them of yourself is in skeleton form. Mr. Reynolds ordered cold coffee while I took a banana smoothie.
"Would you like to taste mine?" I asked out of habit before taking a sip as I always do with people who are close to me. He looked unsure but regardless took the glass from my hand. He sipped, "Not bad. Here." He forwarded his drink towards me to have a taste as well. He just drank from the same straw. I shook my head and took a sip. It's good.
"To be honest, it's splendid now." He said after taking a sip from his drink. I don't know what he meant by that so I ignored his comment while walking side by side with him towards the photo booth.
We went inside the nearest photo booth after waiting for our turn in a line where all I saw were mostly couples practicing what poses they were gonna make.
I looked at Mr. Reynolds when we went inside and sat on the bench. "So should we take a single picture or four photos?"
"How about four? We'll each get two photos." He suggested.
"Sounds good." And then we took our first photos together.
We stepped out and I looked at the pictures, one with both of us smiling widely with our fangs full on display, second with our backs to each other, third with me leaning my face on my palm while him making a peace sign and last with me smiling with my eyes closed while he was staring at me.
He looks stunning in every picture. Before he could say anything, I exclaimed, "I want the first and the last picture."
"You can keep all four." He announced that I won't lie hurts. He doesn't want to keep a single picture with me and here I was so happy that he wanted to take pictures with me only to find-I was cut off from the negative internal emotional outburst when he added, "I accidentally made two copies." He pulled out the other set of four photos.
"Oh." I wasn't sure what to say. He does want to keep our pictures and I can keep all the pictures. I will keep one in my desk drawer and the other in my favourite book. Wait, this is wrong on so many levels. What is happening to me? Why was I feeling so down when he said I can keep all the photos.
This is not going the way like it always does. Everytime I have a crush on someone, I always tend to get disinterested little by little but with him it is as if I get attracted to him more than the day before. It was clear after all the talking in the car and here as well. I still crave his closeness for more conversations in the future.
It's bad, so bad. I never had the urge to check my phone once when I was with him. That is a totally different thing that I had no phone but still I had no urge to look for my phone.
I need some fresh air. I looked around and spotted the Tagada, I remember him saying that he doesn't want to ride it. And that's where I can get fresh air and time to think. I need to get my thoughts straight. Before anything goes downhill, I need to consider the consequences of going into liking-someone-stage which is not far from love.
"I'm going there." I said pointing towards the Tagada ride.
"Alright. I'll meet you right where you left me." I nodded and walked off towards thinking if he's looking at me? Damn. Tagada, here I come.
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