Paris
I woke up feeling okay than ever and the thought of yesterday made it more okay. I was missing London and I hated it so much- missing someone and couldn't do something about it? That's a pure torture. We both have each other's number and no, I won't text him first. I am a woman and I should be the one to be chased after, not the other way around, right?
But nevermind. I was glad and still glad that Dawn came over yesterday. Atleast, I did blow off a little itch.
I got up and did my things. Today, I would be going to the school where I am currently working because tomorrow, classes would open and I still have a lot of pending works. I also have meetings for today- school stuffs.
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It's almost 12 in the afternoon already and Paris felt exhausted. She just finished half of her pending paper works and by 2 in the afternoon, she would be having a meeting. She felt tired, hungry and she badly wanted to end this day, but sadly, she still couldn't. She reached for her phone and opened it.
5 unopened messages from Babesty
*Good morning, Babe. I'll be at work today and cannot visit you. Take care always. I love you.
* I'm having my period. This sucks. Totally.
* Can't wait to see you this weekend.
* I miss you so much.
* Don't you ever replace me with that London Morales. I still don't know him yet and I still have a bad feeling about him.
And that made her smile. She has the sweetest best friend in the universe. And speaking of London, she felt bad falling asleep last night in the middle of their talk.
3 unopened messages Dr. Morales
* You fell asleep and left me hanging last night :(
* Good morning, Paris. I'll be working today and I know you too. You take care; can't wait to see you soonest.
* I miss you already.
She smiled but did not even reply. She still has a lot of things to do. And she read the messages, that's better than leaving those unread. Instead of going out to eat her lunch, she fixed her bag, went out of her office and went inside her car. She would be going to the restaurant where she would be meeting their school's new nurse.
A principal's work sucks at times. Yes, she is the school principal. At the age of 27, she has accomplished greater heights and those things have given her edge among other individuals, but her feet remained on the ground. But at times of dooms and deadlines, she would wish to not be in her position. Excellence doesn't guarantee ecstasy, it guarantees exhaustion.
The ride from the school to the restaurant took almost half an hour. It's 1 in the afternoon already. She went inside, took the most comfortable table and settled herself. She opened her laptop and sent an email to the person she would be meeting today, informing that she has arrived already.
Few minutes passed and she did receive a reply.
"Shit."
The message informed her that the person she's going to meet today couldn't make it due to some personal necessities. And that made her cuss. Personal necessities? Like what?
"This is so unprofessional." She silently said, massaging her forehead.
She felt her head throbbing, almost spinning. Perhaps, because of the paper works she did earlier plus the fact that she hasn't eaten her lunch yet. But the info that she has received, made it worse. A never-ending torture.
Sighing defeatedly, she called the waiter and ordered a brisotto and a chicken meal. She doesn't have any other appoinment today, so she decided to just eat before going home.
While eating her lunch, she replied to the messsages of her best friend and also spilled how torturing her day turned out to be. But instead of getting a reply from her best friend, a message from London came.
1 message from Dr. Morales
* I badly want to see you smile.
"Such a flirt." She commented smiling.
She then typed her reply.
*And I badly want this day to end.
Message sent.
*Why?
*Just exhausted.
* Teacher Paris must be working really hard.
She laughed at his reply.
*I am working hard. I must work hard for the future.
* So you're working hard for me?
She elicited a cackle once more. How come she's driving in with this man?
*Why? Are you my future?
* I am; I'm your future and beyond.
Their exchange of messages somehow took off the throbbing of her head. She felt happy and every messages from London that followed felt like a lullaby on script. She wasn't tuned in to her food anymore, but she was more focused on London.
Paris' fear of loving again diminished into thin air the moment she met London. Like a teeneger talking to a crush, Paris clutched her phone and put it close to her heart.
Who would have thought that after so many years of being single, a stranger would come along bringing destructions to her life? And no, I am talking about the beautiful destructions that love could give: a random smile, a light heart and a happy soul. And at that moment, Paris felt it all.
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Dedicated to lobmaetu. Thank you for the support. 💕
