Remember Me, Paradise (Completed)

VIII: Serendipity

"Sometimes we meet people by accident. And sometimes we fall for them by chance "

VIII:  Serendipity

Ready your 'jealous' song by Nick Jonas.. it will come in handy.. xx

Two weeks.
It has been two weeks since Rolf was discharged from the hospital and he calls it the 'Gena miracle'.

As annoying as it sounds I don't even buy it. I mean Gena was there for like an hour before he was released and suddenly he owes everything to her.

His poor mom even disregarded the idea of us taking care of him. What a jerk.

I was absent from my swimming practice for today since Rolf has dragged me again in the public library just to watch Gena and him do it. I hate it. The feels of watching the two of them flirting makes me wanna vomit. Honestly.

They are practically making out on one corner of the library when I decided to walk away and go to my spot.

Strangely my spot was empty so I grabbed the chance and sits there.

Remember how it was a perfect time using your earphones and some fruity mixies in your phone? This is it.

I grabbed my phone and dove myself to spotify. There are so many cool songs that played. But there's this one song that captured the attention of my ears.

'I turned my cheek..music up.. and i'm puffin my chest..i'm getting red in the face..you can call it obsessed. It's not your fault that they hover..i mean np disrespect.. it's my right to be hellish.. i still get jealous..JEALOUS..'

The last few words was emphasized like it was made for me.

Taking advantage of the dead spot of the library, I stood up from where I sits and closed my eyes. The rhythym of the song is just so empathetic.

I moved around, eyes closed and was slow dancing. I got moves like no others. Being a swimmer does not mean you have to be a good dancer, at all.

*****

Tap..tap..tap..

Someone just tapped my shoulder. I never mind.

Poke..poke..poke..

Did it just poke me? what the?! I finally opened my eyes and blurt out back to reality.

Apparently I was slow dancing along the hallway. Miraculously I did not fell off the stairs but was stomping around someone else's homework. Who does their assignments in the floor?

"Hi ", the owner of the papers I was stomping spoke.

His handsomness was so familiar I was deeply embarrased. I think
I blushed a little.

"Oh..you.." is all I can manage to say.

"We have to stop meeting like this.." he said. He is so gorgeous. His bonnet is placed perfectly in his head. His misty gray eyes are even more attractive than the last time I saw him. And his smile just melted my heart on the ground unknowingly.

"Dice right? "

"Drew right?" both of us chuckled.

"So... why are you making your homework in the floor?" I asked gesturing to the papers splattered around.

"Oh you know.. creativity or something like that.." there goes another smile.

We stood there for a moment of silence feeling awkward.