Lost Love Found

C h a p t e r 2

       
Y O U T H

       Sometimes, even a single word can bring back a thousand memories. Even a single word can open a patched wound again. The world should know by now that Enzo and Grand are the same people, but they're different persona in one body.
Grand Enzo Yenzington didn't want to be called by his first name so everyone got used to calling him ‘Enzo’, believing he was just comfortable with it than the former.

    Yet they don't know it all. Even Avnika who had him figured out—at least she thinks so—she doesn't know him as much as he knows himself.

    Because sometimes, a name like ‘Grand’ can be poison itself.

      “They’re awesome. They can pull off anything! Did you see Ion’s face? Damn, he is a hollywood star in the making. But you know what’s funny? Zacky was so confused. Like, holy shit the poor lad is adorable as fuck!”

   Colbie hopped on her steps. She was genuinely happy that Mrs. Hammers dismissed them  thirty–six minutes early. Since she had to deal with the hilarious impromptu scene of Ion and his crew— she is not aware of their gimic though—, she didn't see the need to hold her class.

    So, being the exaggerated happy–go–lucky girl Colbie is, she even screamed ‘Hail Jesus and Mary!’ on her way out the room. She could care less, by the way.
 
    Now that they would wait for another three hours for their Literature Class, Colbie decided to take Avnika to the canteen to calm her nerves.

   Unfortunately, Avnika will never get over what occurred. She didn't expect Enzo would defend her. Hell, she doesn't even need his help. She hated his guts, so why would she think she owes him? If that's what the boy is thinking right now then she ’ll have to clarify it to his pretty little face. First and foremost, she didn't need to be saved.

    Colbie smiled to a random friend who passed by them before another idea popped in her mind. “Oh oh, I was supposed to tell you this first thing in the morning. Okay, brace yourself Averi” She clapped her hands joyfully. Whatever she had in store to spill, it was the reason she hadn't met her fair share of deep slumber last night.

   Avnika’s face stayed monotonous and she didn't bother to respond. Anyway, Colbie would spill every tiny detail.

   “The name is Clide Thompson. Does it ring a bell to you?” Colbie giggled to herself. “He called me last night. He personally invited me to this underground party. Can you believe it? But that’s not it. Oh my glob, Enzo is coming too!”

  
    Avnika yawned, obviously bored with the story. “What’s so special about that? That Enzo is coming and you’ll finally have a chance to get close to him?” she asked harshly.

However, Colbie was unaffected to the least.  “That makes it twice special. But the top highlight is because Clide personally invited me and he only gave everyone else a cheap invitation card.”

   “I suggest you stop assuming things.” Avnika pointed a finger at her. As much as she hated to respond, she had to at least be a good friend and slam her crazy friend a couple of advice. “Think it over. What if he just forgot to make an invitation for you so he just called you instead because it would take another effort to make one for you?”

  Colbie hit her in the shoulders and all she could ever do is hiss. Hitting her back would mean one thing only— a slap war. Note taken, Colbie will always win. She would hide in the bathroom, lurke under the teacher's desk or stand behind a pole just to find an opportunity to jump on her opponent and beat her to a pulp.