Dangers of Daydreaming

Chapter 2

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As he walks towards me, I feel my heart rate quicken – faster than a cheetah dashing to the direction of its prey.

            I can’t exactly describe his glorious appearance, since it might possibly not do him any justice, for words aren’t enough. But one thing I’m certain of, though, is that he seems to be getting more and more handsome every day.

            He’s been gone for a week now, and as what I’ve read last night from his Twitter account, he’s in Cambodia. I’m not sure if he’s there for vacation or family matters, but he’s rich as hell. I mean, who goes to Cambodia in their own plane?

            Exactly.

            And I miss him already. I know, it’s insane. Katherine and the rest say that a lot to me now, especially when I get to talking about how everything is just perfect about that new, American boy.

            Before I can blink, he’s already standing in front of me. I breathe in, hoping to remain equilibrium in my system and hopefully not faint, including his intoxicating scent of peppermint and aftershave in the process. He doesn’t smell good – HE SMELLS AMAZING.

            I don’t want to lie so, truth be told, my insides went extremely out of control. It’s not anything new at all, I mean, it’s just a typical-hormonal-teenager situation, except it’s somehow stronger than before.

            He looks down at me – in which case, I’m usually offended since five foot and four inches isn’t that short, but I don’t mind – and smiles. I still can’t decipher what’s behind that smile, but it’s so dazzling that I forget everything at the moment.

            I’m not even sure of my name. Is it Pepito?

            Oh, to hell with my name. All I need is this handsome, young boy in front of me, and I’ll be satisfied for a whole eternity.

            He raises his hand to my face, just a little more force and he’s finally touching my face… He stares and smiles at me again, and then.

            I quickly open my eyes, and try to make sense of my surroundings. There’s no handsome boy in front of me, about to touch my face and possibly kiss me, that’s for sure.

            Just like that, disappointment washes over me like the shells on the seashore every sunset. Everything around me is finally clear, and I can see that I’m in the library – my usual hanging-out spot.

            That daydream is too beautiful to be true. He’s back from his trip to Cambodia, walks toward me, and about to kiss me. And then I wake up, I think bitterly to myself.

            Why must all sweet, good things come to a bad, bitter end?

            Everything’s so unfair. I mean, I can’t believe that something like my dream will happen to reality because, of course, fat chance of that. But it also seems so realistic in some weird way. Or maybe it’s just all in my imagination.

            Who knows, right, maybe it’ll actually happen someday in real life?

            I look down at the table in front of me, and I see all my stuff in such a mess. I sigh as I put the books back in my bag, and my pens and highlighters in their pen-holders in the tinier pocket at the side of my backpack.