The Altruistic Kind

Chapter Two

The next few days went slowly.

I spent majority of my time with Mrs Wilder at The Wild Wood. She was a kind lady in her late 50s, had striking silver hair and was barely 5 feet tall.

She was a naturally positive person even with all the hardships I know she's suffered.

Back when Keva and I were in high school, and we'd just experienced our first taste of 'love', we would come into work and listen to Anne's stories about her teenage years.

Her teenage years were very wild in comparison to Keva's and mine, she was the party type, we were the reserved shy type. But nonetheless her stories always made us swoon. My favourite story of hers was always heart wrenching, the story about her and the relationship she had with the first man she'd ever loved. Tony.

She always used to say Tony was her golden needle in her very large haystack, he was a bad boy, the worst even. Compared to all other boys in Anne's year were the typical good boys, they wore slacks with neat vests with not a hair out of place whereas Tony had his signature black leather jacket with 4 rips on the back shoulders.

I knew their story like the back of my hand, as if I had experienced it for myself.

Anne met Tony one day after school, when she was in the school's garden shed smoking a cigarette she'd stolen from her brother's room.

She said he showed up that afternoon with the intention to have a 'nap'. Why he would be coming to school after hours to sleep was beyond her, but she never questioned him. He walked in and plucked that cigarette right out of her hand and placed it in between his perfectly straight teeth.

"Hiya gorgeous," that was how he greeted her for the first time, and every time she relayed their meeting her mouth would twitch into a cheeky smile. After much nagging from Anne, Tony left her spot, but didn't fail to continue to come back everyday.

From that point onwards, he would continue to crash her afternoon smoking session just to annoy her.

But I think they both knew there was something more to it than his entertainment.

Their relationship morphed from hatred to fondness in a short amount of time. each of them learning every single detail about the other, every like and dislike.

Their usual afternoon rendezvous time expanded to day, afternoon and night rendezvous. He would come meet her at the corner of her street every morning to pick her up for school, of course her parents disapproved of his motorbike, thus the secrecy. Then he would drop her off 2 minutes away from their school much to his dismay, as she wasn't ready to show the other 'nosy' students that they were all 'buddy buddy' as she called it.

They would spend every class they had together stealing cheeky glances every chance they got, never failing to keep their relationship a secret.

He even went as far as to pinch her ass one day while she was at her locker with her friends, embarrassing her in front of everyone with her loud squeals.

The bond between Anne and Tony grew so strong it was basically unbreakable.

At first what they thought was friendship bloomed quickly into love. Anne had never thought she would feel this happiness, this love, which was ridiculous as she was as gorgeous as people got. As cliché as it sounds she always believed that they were soul mates.

Many stolen kisses and precious moments later they were in love.

Anne described it as perfection.

He was perfect to her.

But like all beautiful love stories, this one suffered its own tragedies and heartache.