Say My Name

Chapter 18

PS: Hey everyone, i'm sorry for keeping you all waiting, I admit that I lost interest in writing this and continuing this but since I already started it I can't back out now. Now, i'll just have this fast-forward so it won't take too much time and take longer chapters as I am very swamped preparing my lesson plans and my demonstrations at school. Please do bear with me and i'm so sorry if this book is a little behind from my previous ones. Thank you.

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Freen

I stood at the edge of the school rooftop, my gaze far across the fields filled with buzzling murmurs of the students below. Everyone has their own share of whatever stuff they are doing, other walked swiftly, movement covered with brisk steps as they laugh with their friends, some were sitting on the field and some were lazily just staring out of nowhere.

Everyone did their own business, yet, the chaos in the background didn't sink the growing turmoil in my mind, the bustling voices didn't move an inch of the stuffs in my mind. I have been trapped in my own thoughts, words hung behind my tongue, my mind occupied with the previous meet ups and sudden swift of the tables Becky did.

Becky. The playgirl I knew, the happy go lucky soul, the free going person asked me to be her girlfriend. Never in my whole life did I ever doubt Becky's sexuality, never did I ever question myself if she is gay or into girls but I also didn't expect the sudden change of preferences. I didn't know she would ask me to be her girlfriend, never in my whole system did I ever think of us becoming lovers. I admit I had thought of Becky more than I should have, but I didn't expect her to personally ask me about that matter.

Flashback

I looked at myself one last time in my reflection on the car before slowly slipping out closing the door behind me. My hands clammy by nervousness, my heart gud loudly as if any minute it would burst out of my chest and reveal itself to her. To Becky. She has been he sole reason why i've been nervous this days, her stares, her laugh, her gentle touch, everything about her makes me crazy. Her presence created a repeated flip of my stomach as I slowly walked towards the restaurant she sent me.

"Good evening Ma'am, I believe you are Miss Sarocha?" The hostess asked. Her smile radiant and polite, her head bowed down a little as she made her way towards me. I nodded lightly, my fingers trembled a little playing the hem of my dress. " Well, i'm glad you arrived ma'am, please follow me. Miss Armstrong told me to make you feel light as I could before she arrive." She guided me through the restaurant's garden, the place was cozy and homey, everything felt perfect, the ambiance, the motif, and even how each plates and cups were arranged. It was perfect.

But despite the comfortable ambiance, a lingering question occupied my mind. Why is the restaurant so quite? Why do it felt like i'm the only one inside this premise now? Did Becky rent the restaurant? My mind wandered. Each questions left unanswered as I walked towards the table on the center of the dim lights. There were petals scattered under it, the smell of an intoxicating perfume hit my nostrils making me feel dizzy, making me smell her.

"Here's your table ma'am, if you need any help just don't hesitate to call me i'm just across the counter okay?" I nodded a little offering a soft gazing smile towards the woman who accommodate me warmly.

Once she disappeared, I settled myself on the chair, my back relaxed on the soft cushion that brought elegance in the decoration, my eyes roam around the place appreciating each touch of designs, the colors, even the smallest ruffled sheets on the table didn't go unnoticed.

How could a woman like Becky make such effort on me? How can a woman like her suddenly get interested on someone like me? Unknown, mute, flawed, and broken. How could she wish to be with me and be committed to someone so broken? Just... How is it even possible?