Last Teardrop

Chapter 9 : Guy in Mercedes Benz

I am late for class. I couldn’t believe I overslept. My mind was too pre-occupied that I was not able to sleep directly. My mind had been wandering around from Dad to Mom’s accident, from Jasmine to Daniel and the girl in short skirts. Yeah, I know. I shouldn’t be thinking about him. But I can’t help it. I’m just curious, that’s all. He intrigued me. And the guy was annoyingly mysterious in his own way. Oh right! I can’t stop talking about him now.

But today, I am actually 15 minutes late! And I am sure that Mrs. Alona will never tolerate this attitude. I hate myself for thinking a lot of nonsense last night. I ran to the streets when a car almost bumped me. I was shocked. I know – careless. ME. One slight move could have taken my life away. My heart was already beating fast. 

Then a boy quickly got out of the black Mercedes Benz. A guy with a clean cut hair, probably 5’6 tall and amazingly gorgeous. I thought that he would shout at me and tell me how careless I was. But instead he asked me if I was okay.

“I’m sorry Miss. Let me take you to the hospital.”

“No, No. I’m alright.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I better get going.” And I started running again, not waiting for the guy to answer. 

I reached the class and as expected, Mrs. Alona was mad. And because of the 25 minutes late, I should be offering a 2 and a half hour drive of community service for three straight days. And by community service means to clean up the student council room, to help in washing the dishes in our school canteen and tutoring to the elementary level. Great, Just great! Pfft.

I was in the council room. 2 and a half hour cleaning. What could go wrong? Then, someone came in. Surprised, I got a broom and smacked him. It was no longer school hours and people already went home. So I didn’t expect someone.

“Ouch! What the!” the guy said as he touched the part of his head that was hurt.

“Oh, I am sorry.  I didn’t mean it.” 

I rushed to him to help him get up. Him.

“Mercedes?” 

He laughed. I didn’t know I voiced that out.

“Guess I deserved that. We’re even now. I’m Patrick. Call me Pat.” And offered his hand.

“Sam. And what brings you here Pat?”

“Community Service. So you were running earlier because you were late too?”

“Yes, you can say that. I didn’t know we were in the same school. I don’t think I have noticed you before.”

“Actually, we just moved here. I studied in St. Joseph Academy last year. But my father got a job here and the rest follows.”

Surprisingly, we had a good conversation together. And I had known that we will be seeing each other for the next two days. Dishwashing and Tutoring won’t be so bad after all.