A Photograph

Chapter 3

Secretary or the devil himself? Email or personal text? Or Should I just send it to his address? Why the hell is it so difficult to decide? Or I'm indecisive? It can be true. I've always had problem ordering food in restaurants, choosing what flavor of ice cream I want, or choosing clothes. Hell, I've even had a problem deciding which toothpaste brand I like more. If there's no one asking me to hurry up, I bet I can stand there, thinking about what to order and buy for a whole day. But I'd like to believe it's the former. That's it. Selecting the way of sending Zach his private moment pictures is difficult and I'm not at all indecisive.

If I send it to his secretary, it'll consume too much time. And I'm not patient at all. And what if his secretary turns out to be sordid and leaks the photographs just to earn some money? I think to myself and frown when I have to cross out the secretary option from my list.

Sending it to the cheater is the better option. Now, Email or personal text?
He might take time to check his Email but everyone checks their messages daily right? If not instantly.

So, Text it is. I mutter to myself. Five minutes to lunch. Three hundred seconds. That is if my maths is correct. It never was though so I trust myself to have made a mistake. I spend these 300 hundred seconds deciding which finger is what option.

As soon as those five minutes are over, I hear the sound of chairs scratching against the floor, signaling that it's lunchtime. It's just like high school. We all are the students waiting for the period to be over or for lunch to begin. Actually, we are more anticipated than students. No one can resist the mouth-watering hamburgers they sell in the canteen here. And everyone just wants to go to the canteen and grab a table before it gets too crowded.

Crowdy! Shit! Did I really just waste my precious five minutes here comparing to high school when I have an amazingly awesome plan to execute?

I look at my watch in disbelief when I notice I didn't waste five minutes. I wasted ten. Cue the facepalm. Without wasting another second, I grab my cell phone and run for the canteen. Like literally run.

I reach our usual table, mine, Alfie and Ellie's, a bit out of breath. I am overall in shape but I hate running. Name any exercise and I won't hesitate to do it, it's just the running I despise.

"Where were you?" Ellie questioned. Her eyes fixed on her cell phone, fingers typing furiously and a coke in her left hand.

"I-"

"You were completing an assignment, plotting another prank or you slept. Choose one." She said. Finally turning off the screen of her phone and keeping it on the table. Now looking at me with those blue eyes of hers.

"None. I'm wide awake. Not at all sleepy. I have no assignment as of now other than getting Zach to agree for the interview. And no I was not at all planning any prank. Instead, I have an awesome plan. It's for a cause I swear."

"And what that reason might be?" She asked raising one of her eyebrows.

"Where's Alfie? He'll tell you!" I say plopping down on the chair beside her.

"Till he comes choose one finger." I say forwarding my left hand. She looks at my hand intently for what I think is eternity and then chooses my middle finger making me frown at her.

She had to choose this finger, huh? I again bring forward my hand and just when I'm about to ask her to choose again, Alf comes and sits on the chair beside me. He bought me a burger too! I control my greed and instead of grabbing of burger and I forward my hand to Alfie.

He'll choose the good option I guess.

"Choose one." I tell him. He looks at me questioningly but silently moves his hand forward and grabs my ring finger. Why is no one choosing my pinky?