It Will End In A Kiss

Stars and Pillows

(BLU)

I am in a snit. And it's all because of the usual suspect.

Robin.

Before lunchbreak, I noticed something at the food Mr.Gilbert packed for me. There's things there I don't like eating. Like cucumbers and cherry tomatoes. And when I saw the note attached on the packed lunch, it all made sense.

This packed lunch is for Robin. Mr.Gilbert switched our lunch packs and I will bet my transport money that my lunch is with Robin.

So I asked Mr.Gilbert for Robin's cellphone number since I don't have it. Kind Mr.Gilbert gave me Robin's number freely so I asked Mr.Gilbert if he gave MY number to Robin.

He said yes. Mr.Gilbert said that Robin has my number.

Awhile ago, I messaged Robin, asking him to meet me so we can switch our lunch packs.

Robin answered my message with his own...

New phone, who is this?

I will admit to staring and rereading that message for quite awhile. Marveling at the thought that Robin is so good at finding new ways to infuriate me.

It has to be a talent. I mean, I have to give it to the guy, he is so good at irritating me. I should give credit where the credit is due.

So I took a deep breath and compose a new message for the guy.

This is Blu. Meet me behind the botanical garden when the bell rang for lunchbreak. Take your lunch pack. Don't make me search for you, Robin, or I will really not be responsible for what I will do to you.

There, I think that's an ample warning for Robin. He better meet me here at the back of botanical garden, a place where almost no one passes by. I know quite a lot of places like this here in St.Anne, secluded and hidden. Places students rarely go to.

Being an introvert, I like quiet places that's why I made an effort to search for spots that are mostly undisturbed.

The back of the botanical garden is one such place.

And Robin better come here or else...

"What is it this time?" I hastily turned around when a familiar voice spoke behind me.

I narrowed my eyes at Robin. "Mr.Gilbert switched our lunch packs. Here's yours." I dangled the brown paper bag towards Robin.

"Did he? I didn't notice." Robin took his lunch and handed my lunch to me. "It's so unlike Gilbert to make mistakes like this." He added.

I nodded to agree, "Mr.Gilbert looks tired this morning. I wonder if he gets enough sleep last night. Why do you think he looks tired?"

"I don't know and I don't care," Robin equipped while inspecting his lunch pack...that Mr.Gilbert thoughtfully packed for him. He is such a jerk.

"Yeah, I know pretty well that you don't care about Mr.Gilbert. For you, he is only a servant placed in a lower class under yours." I said, feeling bitter for Mr.Gilbert.

Robin sighed and look at me. "Are we on that again? How many times do I have to say, it's not like that. I like Gilbert. I care for him. He has been with our family for seven years now. I like him and I have a huge respect for him. But if you think Gilbert will thank me for being concern for his welfare, think again. For Gilbert, I am someone he needs to care for...not the other way around. Gilbert doesn't want people being overly concern about him. He is fine,"