“I think this is impossible.”
The queen bee buzzed again. “With your attitude,” I argued.
“Not to mention yours,” she shot back.
That was expected. “Touché,” I said while scanning the blueprints. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to start working instead of sitting here and complaining about my partner because obviously, the feeling is mutual."
I smiled sarcastically then got up from the grass and walked a few paces away from the shade of the tree to the center of the clearing where the old worn out gazebo stands still, amusing my engineer instincts.
“Ugh! What did I ever do for God to punish me like this?!” she complained…again.
“That…would be a very long list. I’m pretty sure being rude would be on top though,” I said looking back to see her reaction.
She glared at me.
That’s my cue. I won!
“No come back reply? Whoa. That’s gotta be the first. Are you sick or something?” I teased.
“Whatever,” she said, obviously pissed.
“Okay,” I said.
“And what is that supposed to mean?!” she asked slightly raising her voice.
“Nothing,” I told her acting innocent.
“I know there’s something in you ‘Okay’, Mister Seth Olive Klaud Kanakaredes Samaniego!” she hissed.
“You know my whole name. Nice.”
She screamed out of frustration.
She’s cute when she’s pissed.
Whoa, wait. Scratch that. What I meant was she’s so annoying, I can’t even stand her. Yep, that sounds right. Yes, that’s really what I meant. I mean, with her attitude, who the hell would think she’s pretty? Plus, she wears too much make-up and acts like everybody needs to adore her and treat her like a queen. She’s rude to everyone who doesn’t agree with her and dumps every boy who tries to court her just because of their physical features and social status. To sum it all, she thinks she’s better than everybody else. Who would like someone like her? I’m sure I wouldn’t…right? Wait. That came out wrong. It sounds like I’m convincing myself. Am I convincing myself? Shit.
Why am I even thinking about this? I should start working. Yes, I should.
I just realized that she’s not under the shade anymore. I flicked my gaze towards the gazebo and found her there, inspecting the foundation of the place. She went inside and rolled out her copy of the blueprints.
I walked towards her.
“Annaleigh,” I called out.
She turned.
Then smiled.
I stopped.
Our gazes met.
And I can only think of one thing.
She’s not cute.
She’s beautiful.
My hands itched…
For my Polaroid.
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