"You ,my friend, are an idiot?"Sandra pulled me down the hallway.
"Say what now? ...OHWW!"I shrieked as she tightened her grip.
"You meet a perfectly sculptured piece of art twice in a row and don't ask for his number. What have I been teaching you Aniya?!"She questions me like a disappointed tutor, I giggled.
"Make that sound again and I'll choke you"She glared at me and I quickly shut my mouth.
"Look Sandy , I barely know this man , fine he is extremely alluring and...."I trail off and earn a fake cough from her.
"Cough again and I'll cut your throat"I said sternly.
"Oh dear , you're spellbound"She ignored my statement and gave me a sympathetic look mixed with mischief..I hated that look.
"What are you planning Cleopatra?" I stepped back dramatically. She laughed heartily.
"Now I'm totally offended..Mr Banks asked for your number whilst you were in a trance and you know me..(she winks) "
"Robertson!"I pinched her with full power , that'll teach her . I can't believe this girl. I mean yeah , I want to see him again.. like right now but
...come on!.
"When did that even happen?"I stared at the red mark forming on her arm.
" Wills! "She points her finger at me .
"You're going to thank me later you ungrateful lad"She turned away from me in the best dramatic way and entered the campus shuttle , obviously heading to Paul's hostel.
"Psychopath.."I grunted and headed home , inwardly excited..He had my number , Shit!!...I laughed out and received a few questioning stares from passersby.
I was surely beginning to feel something strange..I didn't know what it was..but it had to be good..it felt like it.
***
It's 5pm and I'm already in my room finishing my assignment.
"Aniya!! , come out already, food is ready"My mom screamed from the kitchen.
I jumped out of bed and into the kitchen in a flash.
"Watch the stairs woman"My dad scorned.
"Sorry , papa"I was already dishing out my food .
I rarely had a "deep" conversation with my parents , they had clearly proven that they didn't understand me. What was left between us was a normal daily basis conversation.
I shook away the thought of not being able to express my interest to my own blood. My phone buzzed as my spooned food was halfway in my mouth. I took it and unlocked it , lazily checking .
Unknown:
Miss K ,
Can you lift the "stranger" tag off me?..I don't want to be that for another second.⏰
**Banks**
I choked .
"Put the phone down and eat Kayla"My dad handed me a bottle of water. I nodded in appreciation as he focused on his food again .
I drank the water nervously.
He texted me?! ..Damn!..alert!..red lights .. red lights..
I wait for my dad to finish his meal since he's always first to leave the table , I'm itching to reply , even though my brain is blank at the moment.
He leaves the table after drinking his glass of orange juice.
I involuntary pick up my phone , whoaaaa calm down brain.
Me: Worry no more , you just got the stalker tag 😉.
I giggle ,When did I get so good at texting? , this man is making me do things...I stare at my food and push it aside.
My phone buzzes :
Unknown: Stalker huh?... I'm going to let you
take that back ,face to face.
I swallow hard , did this hypnotist just threaten me?...and why does a threat make me expectant , What in the world is he doing to me?!..I don't reply and send my plate back to kitchen hastily..I need to sleep this off ... it's probably my imagination taking the best of my judgement.....It better be.
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What Love Is
Romance*****I stare at the crowd , and feel myself tense up .. This is it, another episode of my complicated life:no genuine smiles , no love, no care.. Kayla's Series. I look as polished as always , the only thing that seems to give me confidence. I walk...
