Cheese & Chocolates

A Love Like in the Fairytales 2

Andrew Garfield as Pierce, in the media.

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p.a.fan: I'm going to your classroom. :)

I almost choked on my sandwich, when I saw her reply. She was? She's going to my classroom? Right now? How did she even know where my classroom was? More importantly, how did she know who I was? The thoughts made my stomach churn, and I anticipated who this person could be. Was she cute? Was she someone from my class? Did I know her before all of this? Before I even opened my site? Before I could organize my thoughts, the jocks seated at the back, were talking so loud I can hear them.

"Cole, have you seen Scarlett today?"

"I did. She was smokin' as always."

"Too bad, she's not interested."

"Do you think she's a lesbian?"

"There's a possibility."

I slammed my fist on the desk, making them flinch, and look towards me. I didn't even know why I did that. It was like a reflex, whenever I heard Scarlett's name. I knew who she was. Everyone loved her, including me. She's seriously a bundle of joy. Whenever I see her, she has this big sunshine smile on her face, it was mindblowing. I knew she was off limits. For some reason, she never seemed interested to anyone in particular. However, I do recall some times that I've seen her in the library, seemingly peeking through the shelves. To be honest, I would think she was actually stalking me, but it seemed impossible for her to do so. I mean, she's literally perfect in every way, and I couldn't understand her choice in men if she would be picking me over these burly men.

"What's your problem, Anderson?" Cole challenged, inching towards my seat, his fists clenched.

"Not that I know of." I shrugged nonchalantly, obviously not wanting to get involved with whatever Cole wants to get involved with.

"What a cocky bitch!" He growled, about to throw a punch, when I caught his fist with my right hand, surprising him.

"Your aim's too slow." I sighed, curious eyes staring back at me in amusement.

Especially the girls. I've never quite sorted out into terms yet, but I knew I was quite okay in the looks department. A lot of them would actually tell me that I look somewhat like Andrew Garfield, as flattering as it may be, since Scarlett looks exactly like Emma Stone, and we know how much they are the power couple in Hollywood showbiz, but I doubt I look anything like him.

"How dare you--" He was about to throw another punch using his other fist, which I blocked as well with my other hand, and he was trying to resist my grips, but for some reason, Cole wasn't that strong to begin with, his credibility as quarterback of this school, was probably just for show.

Everyone was scared of Cole. He had histories of breaking bones of people who've challenged, or provoked him, in some way. Unfortunately, my unintentional outburst might have surprised him, thinking that I was actually provoking him of some sort, or he just wanted someone to beat up. He's juvenile like that.

I sighed in frustration, because apparently, my front of wanting to be invisible for the whole year failed, because all curious eyes were on me now. I was acually fascinated with what's going to happen, to be honest. Call me a masochist, but I've never gotten this much attention from a crowd before, well, except my blog, of course, because that was a hit. That was the only place where I can immerse myself with flattering compliments and comments, especially from p.a.fan, whoever she was. In fact, the blog became somewhat of an avenue for me to boost my self-confidence depreciating every single day, whenever I go to school. As much as I've been studying here for most of my life, I still couldn't get the hang of socializing because that wasn't me.
People here are either too shallow to match up with my experiences and depth, or too out of reach, exhibit A: Scarlett. All in all, Scarlett was the epitome of every male's sexual fantasies, and stayed that way. Nobody had any news of her actually hooking up or going out with anyone. Somehow, that thought relieved me, because ever since second grade, I had grown to like her, so much, that it wasn't the smart thing to do anymore.