He was going to ask her. He knew that she saw him in no means romantical, but he felt he at least had a chance to take her as a friend.
He laid against the wall, looking up. He gave a quick prayer. Holding the flowers in his left hand, he rounded the corner, keeping the flowers hidden.
He was walking into a room full of square offices, at the end the one he was headed to.
He looked around and saw many people socializing.
To his left he saw an asian girl talking to another girl, hispanic. The Asian girl had just asked her to the ball.
The hispanic girl blushed a bit, then said yes.
To his right, he saw a caucasian male ask a black female the same question. He leaned against the entrance of her cubicle, a heart-shaped box of chocolates behind him.
The farther he went into the room, the more he saw it.
It seemed hormones and endorphins were in the air.
He stopped a few feet from his destination. He inhaled, calming his nerves.
It was now or never. He walked around into the entrance and stopped at the opening. A guy was standing beside the desk of the girl he had wanted to ask.
She was sitting in her chair, facing the handsome, young man present.
"What are you here for?" The girl asked, raising a brow.
"Uh-" he felt himself redden. Thank God for his darker skin. If not for that, it would be clearly visible of his embarrassment.
He glanced over and saw that the guy was a suitor. His blonde hair was brushed to the side. He sported a gray suit, a Morex watch on his left hand. This guy was clearly made of money. In his right hand, he held a large bouquet of flowers- several time larger than his.
"Just wanted to see what coffee you wanted this morning," he replied.
She made a dull look. "I don't drink coffee."
"Sorry," he said nervously. "It was a rough morning. I meant to ask Beth that."
The guy chuckled. "Why you nervous, boy?"
The way he said 'boy', it came out condescending.
"I'm not," he replied. "I'll be on my way."
He backed out, careful not to show the flowers.
He sighed once out of sight.
He had been beat.
"Who was that?" He heard the suitor snort.
"A fellow worker, why?"
"Worker? Ha. So what do you say? Are you gonna go with me?"
"I'll definitely-" but he didn't hear the rest. By then, he had wanted to spare his feelings. He walked out the large room, heading for the stairs that led to the top of the building.
Once there, he slumped down against the brick wall. He buried his head into his knees, tightening his grip on the bouquet of flowers.
How could he have been so foolish? He never had a chance anyways. She had chosen to go with that guy to the ball.
He heard someone else. He was not alone on the top. He stood up and rounded the corner to see a girl with her back to him, leaning against the rails.
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Memory Shards (Book#1 of Malachi)
AventurăIn a world that has forgotten him, a boy awakens to find himself on an island. He has no memory of how he came to be there or anything before that. Forlorn- that's the best word to describe him. He knows for certain he shouldn't be alive, but he is...