My One And Only (Original Work)

Chapter Four

The next morning, Sean never showed any indications that he remembered pulling me to sleep beside him. I was but a little bit disappointed, not too much, just a little. I had hoped something new would happen between us, but he behaved as if nothing out of the ordinary happened. Everyone made a big fuss around him; getting breakfast and helping him pack, while I sat scowling in a corner, being ignored by him.

                Jason drove us back to the city, as I sat at the back with Oliver and Sean on either of my side. Oliver was a good companion; a silent companion, but Sean was irritating me by keeping on sleeping on my shoulder. I know he’s tired after the ordeal that he’s been through, but my shoulder is not his pillow. It definitely isn’t after him ignoring me this morning. If he had smiled or winked at me, I would have thought he noticed me, but I guess he couldn’t remember a thing from last night in his room. Jerk, I thought to myself, pushing his head away from my shoulder for the hundredth time.

                After going home, I decided to clean my whole house to take my mind of Sean. What am I to do? I thought to myself. Can I talk to him normally without feeling nervous? Are my feelings for him going to change the way I behave with him? I hope it doesn’t.

                It proves that I can still carry my head high, and act with self-esteem as the next day at work, I treated Sean the way I always did; like a friend. I saw Mr. Jared at work – he smiled at me – and I realized I am still in love with him. Sean was just a distraction during the weekend. I was happy that Mr. Jared knew how to smile at me, instead of me being the first to greet him as always. Before lunch, I went to the photocopier room to copy some documents, as no one was around for me to ask help from. I hate to copy documents as it takes up a lot of my time that can be used to do other meaningful things, like applying my mascara and lip gloss or checking out my Facehook profile.

                As I was standing there, alone in the photocopier room, humming a tune and watching the paper come out one at a time, I felt someone came in. I turned to look at who it was and my blood froze, while my heart skipped a beat. It was Mr. Jared. I turned away from him, and almost felt like kicking myself. Why did I turn away? I thought. He might think I’m scared of him. I turned to look at him and smiled, as he flashed me the most gorgeous smile ever. My heart could have dropped at that moment and I wouldn’t have realized it. I looked back at the machine which had stopped, and tried to calm my racing heart.

                “Are you still using the machine?” Mr. Jared asked me with his gruff baritone voice, as my face felt flushed. I looked at him, puzzled, “The machine’s stopped.”

                Oh what an embarrassment, I thought to myself, chewing on my lower lip and smiling nervously at Mr. Jared. I was busy thinking about him and never realized that my papers had stopped copying.

                “Oh, err,” I said, taking out the papers, “I didn’t realize that.”

                Mr. Jared merely smiled at me and I felt almost like swooning from dizziness.

                “Are you here to use the photocopy machine?” I asked and almost immediately felt like a fool. Of course he came here to use to photocopy machine.

                “No, I came here to purchase some perfumes,” he said as I blinked at him. He laughed at my expression and I realized he made a joke. Well, don’t we all love a man with a great sense of humor?

                “Yeah, obviously,” I said, as I moved away from the machine to let him use it, and almost tripped on my shoe. I managed to stop myself from falling, but all my papers fell into different directions. I could feel the blood rush to my face, as Mr. Jared looked at me with wide eyes. At least he didn’t laugh at me; all he did was help me pick up the papers, as I stood there like a statue watching him.