Don't Fall for Me, My Fake Lover

FIVE - I talked to a stranger

Don’t Fall for Me, My Fake Lover

CHAPTER 05 – Stranger’s Call

By: (Avaritico) Fhrell Cee

A/N: Exciting isn’t it... Now Cassie’s life is going where it is supposed to go, or atleast that’s what Eco is hoping. Even Eco don’t know where this lead but it does lead somewhere. Let’s find out in this chapter. Happy reading! ~Eco

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We nearly fall together on the floor; luckily the stranger found support using the bookshelf. I on the other hand, afraid to fall to the ground grab him. Then I end up hugging him tightly.

“Excuse me? Have you seen…?” I hear Diana behind me said. “I’m sorry to interrupt, by all due respect continue.” And she moves away without realizing I am in front of her.

I am greatly relieved Dee has not recognized me. I sigh and then I realize that I was still in the arms of this guy. And he can still feel me and my whole body.

He is tall and I am only levelled to his chin. Then I push him away and turn back. I wish he did not see my face, it is embarrassing. And maybe he knows Carlo. What if he knows Carlo? This is really embarrassing.

I know he felt my body and the thought of it filled my face with blood. His arms are muscled, strong. His chest is hard and his breath is mints fresh.

“I’m sorry,” he says in a not so apologetic way. “But I think it is not my fault.” He added amused which for me is rude.

“Just forget this ever happened.” I say without looking back at him and I go back to the carrel where I was earlier. My friends are not there anymore. And I don’t care if they are; I only want to disappear in front of the rude guy stranger.

I am slightly peeping at him but I am not able to see his face. He simply turns around and disappeared from my sight. From time to time, I am looking around, my eyes search for the guy.

I do not make my peeping obvious. Unluckily, I am not able to see him anymore. I have not seen him went out so I assume that he is still inside. But I don’t dare search for him in the bookshelves area.

Minutes later I go back to the details about Enrique and our fake love story. How did we meet? When did we start dating? Does he go to the school, if yes where? Where does he live? I am thinking of these things while writing them on the notebook that caused everything.

I need to memorize these things and later I will email it to Enrique so our stories do not deviate from each other. I am thinking and writing details, scribbling then crossing them out.

When I finish working, it is only five minutes before the bell. I collect my things, put them in my bag and realize that my phone is missing. I check my bag again and it is really not there. 

“Searching for this?” The librarian asks me holding my phone. “Next time, be careful of your belongings.” She tells me without emotions then she go back to where she was sitting earlier. 

I assume that maybe the reason why students hate the library so much is because of the personality of the librarians. Maybe it is good to suggest that they make it a requirement for librarians to have a pleasing personality. That will be a great improvement for the library.  

Three minutes more and the bell will go on. I rush to my first period which is biology. This time we will be dissecting frogs. I like dissecting frogs.