Part One: My Other Half [COMPLETED]

T H R E E

Fan Club Trouble

A R Y A

It was a Friday afternoon and I was doing a project with the Brian Fan club composed of my new found freinds, Flori, Trei, Elsa, when all of a sudden, they became excited. "He's here! He's here!"

Oh dear! Here we go again.

Apparently he was standing in the gym across us talking with a teacher.

I fixed my gaze on him.These past few days, I caught myself looking for him, whether on the grounds, on the stairs and on the corridors.

Damn! Have I been infected with the Brian disease? Or is it just the effect of all these girls around me talking about him?

"Come on Arya! Let's go to the gym!" Trei said.

"What the heck are we supposed to do there?"

 "We're going to take a picture!" Elsa said excitedly.

 "For our project?" I asked hopefully.

"A picture of Brian, silly!" Flori rolled her eyes as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

So my suspicions were confirmed. These girls plan to frolick.

I unwillingly went with them because they dragged me towards the gym. Besides, we still needed to finish the damn project.

I don't understand why I feel anxious.

I was used to seeing Brian from a distance. Besides, I don't want to be seen with his fans club or more likely, I don't want to be identified with them.

If I was honest with myself, I don't want him to classify me as an ordinary fan girl. I don't want him to think I was one of the girls who are head over heels for him.

But why does his opinion matter to me anyway?

I shouldn't think too much! I don't like him! He just...interests me.

"Okay Girls! Here is the plan," Gela gathered us around.

"We're going to take pictures of ourselves but it is all an act. The one who will hold the camera will really take a picture of the background which is?"Gela Excitedly announced.

"Brian!" The others answered in unison.

Oh glob! What am I doing here again?

"Now who will take the picture? I want to pose,"Trei said.

"I will!" I hurriedly volunteered. I thought that if I was behind the camera I wouldn't have to pose nor get near to Brian and embarrass myself.

So they started a few poses as planned. As we were having the photography session, I was staring at the phone which captured Brian.

His thin, long fingers running through his hair, I'm starting to like this shy gesture of him, followed by his reluctant smile. His very pointy nose and small eyes, and the lips...very pink is that even the lips of a man? Clearly he doesn't smoke.

At first we weren't noticed, but as I began to be very absorbed on my subject, the teacher talking with Brian called my attention all of a sudden.

"Hey you!" The teacher, who it seems to me was gay and have a crush on Brian called me to come to his side. I was obliged to comply.

"Yes Sir?" I asked.

"Are you taking a picture of us?" The teacher muttered sternly. I felt Brian's stare as if questioning or watching what I would do.

"No sir, I was merely taking pictures of my friends." I said acting as if nothing was wrong. But if he found out what was on my friend's phone then I'm screwed. Just when he was about to ask me for the phone a voice called;

"Arya Savier?"

I gaze into the direction of the voice. It was Royce, one of my new friends.

"Teacher Anne's calling you, she says the matter is urgent." He said pulling my hand. I was saved.

I uttered hurriedly to the gay teacher, "Thank you sir, sorry sir I need to go."

The last thing I saw were the faces of my friends relieved that the phone was not confiscated, and Brian smiling as if he was amused.

. . . . .

B R I A N

"Tsk! Kids these days, they're becoming more and more of a problem," the gay teacher grumbled and glared at those girls who were clearly attempting to take a picture of me.

Instead of being annoyed or pissed like I'm used to with my fan girls, I don't understand why I couldn't stop smiling.

That girl was funny.

I was observing her closely and realized that she was the same girl who read my I.D aloud and who was sitting at the corridors the last time.

Her long eyelashes and brown eyes were beautiful up close.

I wonder why I didn't notice it during our first encounter. Maybe our meeting was too short for my notice.

"Got it Mr. Harvard?" The gay teacher's voice disrupted my thoughts.

"I'm sorry sir; I don't think I caught that up. What are we discussing about again?"

. . . . .

A R Y A

"Wow you really saved me back there Royce!" I was relieved.

"You should be careful, you know that teacher doesn't have that good reputation." He whispered carefully.

"What? Like harassing the boy students?" My face must've reflected horror as I thought of Brian and that awful teacher harassing him in bed-err in class.

Royce chuckled. "He's known for singling out students, especially girls who are beautiful like you," he intentionally whispered the last words down but I heard it anyway.

I was embarrassed and didn't know how to respond, good thing the bell already rang.

. . . . .

Royce was one of my guy friends. Occasionally, I hear things about Brian, like how bad he was at playing a certain famous computer RPG game in our school. I teased him that like other guys, he was just jealous.

Unfortunately, the girl who Royce had a crush on is a bit famous on our campus but she is very hard to please. She's in the same class as us. Katherine was the name.

Katherine was a very serious type of girl. She made it clear that she will never ever consider Royce as a boyfriend even if the whole world ran out of guys. She pretty much hated him for being annoying.

Royce even secretly cried about it when we were in the library. I couldn't decide if I was going to laugh about it or console him because both of them were very cute. I realized that if only Katherine could see his true character she would probably accept him.

Since we were all in the same class, I promised Royce I could help him. Since I gained a bit of respect in the classroom because of my academic rank, I gained the courage to talk to Katherine and managed to somehow get Royce into good terms with her. They ended up in an ON-OFF friendship.

Well at least I payed my debt even just a bit.

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