Lost Love Found

C h a p t e r 3

   C O M P A N Y

    “Would you wait for me?”

    “Of course I would.” Avnika opened her locker then turned back to Colbie.

   “Great!” Colbie giggled as she twirled a strand of her hair. “Wait for me here okay?”

   “Wait—where are you goin?” She had no idea why Colbie was still energetic on a dry afternoon after all the struggles their different teachers had given them. Everyone else in the hallway was wholly drained and haggard.

    Colbie squeaked. She, on the other hand, had her hair braided neatly and  lips painted red like blood. “I’ll tell you when I get back, chill!”

   “What do you—Hey I’m not—”

     Avnika said something but Colbie had already sprinted off and disappeared into the crowd. “—done yet.” she muttered to herself, staring at the ocean of students.

“Well, that was quick.” She was rendered confused as she shoved her books inside her locker. 
 
     It's actually not far from how Colbie flaunts herself. She’s a pretty girl: shoulder–length blond hair, pointed nose, rounded–eyes, thick brows and an oh–so flawless rosy skin. When it comes to her personality, she is perfect if she just learns to control her over–talking habit.

  This time though, she was up to something Avnika wasn't informed about. She was seemingly giddy as if she was trying to hide a surprise from her. But it's not what bothers Avnika; it's the possibility that she might be in danger and her friend couldn’t be there to save her.

    When Avnika closed her locker door, somebody she completely forgotten to ever exist showed up—the same person she despised to see.

   “Averi!” She would recognize that voice everywhere. It totally fits a ghost’s mellow voice.

   “Oh, Clide!” she rather sounded choked than excited. If she hadn't known better, she would've fallen to Clide’s external charm. But the reasons are limitless: one, he is a drug–addict; two, he denies for recovery; three, he is Colbie’s crush and four, he is now a zombie anatomy.

    “You’re going tonight?” Clide ran his fingers on his lengthy black hair. “Not than I am asking. You really should.” Of all the people he was looking forward to show up in the future, it was Avnika. Although she doesn't really engage in parties— everything actually,  that meant going out of her home.

   Avnika’s brows knitted. What makes him think she would waste time to some party? Moreover, doesn't everyone know that she is a homebody? She’s an ambivert but favorably an introvert.

    Turning around, she tugged on the strap of her bag. “Yeah, I’m going home tonight. Not that I need a reminder from you.”

    She could smell smoke from his breath and it was enough for a valid reason to end the conversation. For her, he is the type of guy that had overlooked his purpose in life. She was also one of the hundred people who tried to help him straighten his path but he chose to be indestructable. It’s a waste, really; for someone who once had a lean body and porcelain skin and a pleasing personality. All of which destroyed by peer pressure.

   “Fiesty, aren't you?”  Clide caught up with her effortlessly. His friends were right, Avnika is different—the good kind. She is not like the girls he had lured in easily. It's a good thing he planned it to the tiniest detail. After all these time he longed for a chance to be near her, it finally came.