It's My Crazy Life

Chapter Seven

How much I wished to have any feature available right now on my mobile phone to stop this message from reaching him.

I wish he doesn't read this message. I wish it is sent to someone else. I wish his phone breaks down....no I can't wish something so absurd like this. What will I do now?

I surely can't meet him. And to worsen my already worse situation, I got a reply back from him.

Sure. See you at the cafeteria ;)
Smith.

"I am gone now. Lisa! I'll kill you."

I sat down on the cold ground, pouting and looking at the phone screen, thinking what to do next.

I can just text him back saying that it was sent by mistake and that I was sending it to Lisa. But no, I can't do that because somewhere down there in my heart I really want to meet him again.

Meet him and see his beautiful face. Admire his gorgeous features, that angelic smile and his boyish looks, which makes him this eminent personality that everyone appreciates.

I was lost memorising his handsome features when suddenly from no where a heavy weight fell on me and along with it drained me in some creepy green oil paint which earlier he was carrying in his hands and now was covered on the top of me.

"My favorite white shirt!! You ruined it, Mr.Gardener." I looked at the dark man lying flat on his stomach on the ground, with a big paint brush and a tumbled busket of remaining green color spilling out of it on the floor beside him.

"Dear lord! What the hell were you doing sitting in the mid of the way girl?" He tried to get up and scowled at me angrily.

"You wasted all my paint...and now I have to clean it up. Again go back to the store room to get it. And report the wastage." He huffed and tried to clean his clothes, which was a total waste of efforts.

"Please move now." He continued with his non stop ranting, leaving a poor messed up girl like me on the floor, looking dumbly at her ruined clothes and gathered his tools and just went off. He just went off ?

"You should get up and change." Huh? Am I hearing voices now? Again?

I looked at my right then at my left and up too and again repeated the procedure but found no one.

"I am definitely going crazy." I was taking my decision to whether contact Lisa and ask her for a spare shirt, as she might be carrying around now for her practice sessions. Or should I continue sitting here and wait for Mr. Gardener to return back and help him clean the floor?

I was still busy thinking when all from no where an orange color basketball shirt fell on the ground near by, on a safer and cleaner side to my left, with a number 1 and a name written on it's back. Followed by a husky command.

"Wear it." With the sudden command and a touch of familiarity to it, I immediately turned around in my sitting position and faced the back of the person walking away from me.

He was covered in a black trouser and a black hoodie and a burning cigarette in between his index and middle finger walking away from me.

I took the shirt in my hands and away from the dripping paint of my shirt to examine the name written on it's back.

And found one word written on it.

Atleast I got a name to this stranger.

Now the only thing left is to reveal is, his identity.