Intersecting Lives

Chapter Two

Weeks after the day, the day that changed everything, the flirting still continued.

Each time, he would say something cheesy, stupid, silly, crazy. And each time, I would blush a little shade deeper and fall a little bit harder.

One of the most memorable lines that I remember from the bad boy was when it was my sixteenth birthday. I still remember the enticing expression on this face when he told me, “Now you’re old enough to… well, maybe one day I’ll show you.”

Even with a teasing relationship like ours, we never went past being just friends. And to be honest, I had no problem with staying platonic like that. Telling Ricky how I actually felt could result in the possibility of him fading away from me.

Fate (or whatever you may call it- destiny) gave me the chance to intersect lives with the bad boy. And that chance was something I couldn’t let slip from my grasp.

I wasn’t overly in love with Ricky like he was the source of my happiness. I could perfectly happy without him. I was a strong independent girl who didn’t need anyone but herself. But being independent meant being alone and after awhile, things became quite lonely. That’s why being with Ricky, being with the bad boy who seemed to balance and complete me, seemed to make things right.

I knew that feeling of wholeness wouldn’t last forever though.

He wasn’t even mine to begin with…

There was some tiny part of me, however, that wanted to confess to him every love sick feeling within me, but I didn’t have the guts to. I had locked my feelings into the deepest darkest part of my heart and thrown away the key.

Even if it was the last time that I would be able to tell Ricky, I wouldn’t.

And ironically, that day had come.

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It felt like a normal December Monday.

There was a slight chill in the air from the lingering night and the wind blew calmly throughout the nearby trees. The sun still shone brightly throughout the day, radiating a comfortably warm sense of heat.

But it wasn’t a normal December Monday.

It was the last December Monday before the end of the world- Friday, or what many people liked to call it, Doomsday.

It was also the first day of semester exams and with the end of the world nearing- it wasn’t a surprise that everyone in class was freaking out.

As my classmates began to panic about the world ending, I sat impatiently in my seat waiting for the teacher to pass out the exam already.

Yeah, yeah, I know. I’m such a nerd for wanting to start the exam early. But to be honest, I just wanted to get out of this class.

It wasn’t a complete nightmare, that class. There were just a lot of stupid annoying people. (No offense of them.) And I didn’t like being stuck in a room full of stupid annoying people for a whole two hours because of one exam.

I almost wanted to scream in frustration as a girl in my class name Stephanie shrieked out, “Oh my god, Friday’s the end of the world!!” as if she hadn’t heard the rest of the class chattering about that.

The rest of the class began to exclaim louder about they shouldn’t take the exam.

I stopped listening after some in the class yelled “YOLO”.

It seemed like forever with the constant ruckus until I heard my name faintly in front of me.

I looked and faced Ricky. His body was turned towards mine as he stared intently at the front of my desk.