Eighteen year-old Zach Curtis has lost everything: his girlfriend, his job and his scholarship. Nothing in the world matters anymore, until he receives a rude awakening from a stranger.
Petite and awkward, Terra Quinn is living the life with her bes...
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– Terra –
I sit quietly next to Abby as she busies herself with her phone. She is either replying messages or spying on some guy's social media profile again. I wait patiently for her to put it down, considering the fact that I was asked to come meet her here in the campus park.
But I'm not patient.
"Are you done?" I drone, my eyes now half closed from boredom.
"I am, just give me a second." She says with her head still bowed and I roll my eyes. "Alright, now I'm ready."
"Okay." I sigh in relief. "Let's hear it."
"So, Student Council was a blast." She starts. "Sorry I couldn't leave with you yesterday though, it was so busy, and Clarice was extra strict with the rules and whatnot, probably because the competition is even stronger now."
"The competition to pass the probation?" I ask.
"Yeah." Abby nods in excitement, "The best part is there are–"
"Let me guess, a lot of cute guys." I interrupt knowingly.
"Exactly!" she shrieks in delight. "But, it's not like they'll ever like me back or anything, but hey, it's never a bad thing to have a friend list of attractive faces."
"You're kidding." I mutter flatly.
I often wonder where Abby's rights to confidence went. She is at least half a head taller than me with honey blonde hair and Barbie blue eyes, for some reasons God decides to give her a perfect figure as well despite her lack of enthusiasm for sports. She is everything a girl ever wishes to be, and yet, she sees herself as insignificant, like a grain of sand. If anything, I'm the grain of sand here and she's the magnificent sand castle that the ocean waves are too afraid to touch for the fear of destroying her beauty.
"But anyway," she says chirpily. "I didn't ask you to come here to talk about me, I wanna know about you."
"What about me?" I frown.
"I know you're not too keen about GSG and stuff, but how was it?" she asks, appearing more interested than she should be.
"It's a small club." I say frankly. "Nothing compared to the student council, but it is pretty okay."
"Did you make up with what's-his-name?" Abby taps her head with her finger for a brisk moment. "Ah, Zach was it?"
"No, I mean, yes, but uh...." I ponder. "Okay, how should I put this? Um, we're partners."
"What?" Abby gapes.
"No not like that, like, apparently Daniel says each member in the club needs a partner or something, someone who you look out for within the club." I say carefully.
"Weren't you hanging out with him this morning?" she narrows her eyes.
It is now my turn to gawk, "You were spying on me?!"
