Not Your Regular

Chapter One

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Linda's POV

I am getting married with Steve next week and the thought of the whole journey runs shivers down my spine. We decided to trace it all to the beginning, where it all started from, what we've been through and how we've gotten to here, marriage.

My name is Linda.
I'm a girl. Your regular girl who doesn't wear more than tops and skirts or trousers. Lol.

I remember vividly the first time I saw him. It was at a coffee shop early in the morning on my way to school. My friends and I were in the school bus, chattering, making noise and disturbing the other students in the bus as we continued our usual attitude of checking out cute guys on the street.

"Hey look at that guy!" Tracy, one of my friends, suddenly exclaimed pointing in the direction of the coffee shop.

All heads turned in that direction as we checked out the dark brown haired dude seated alone outside the coffee shop, swinging the cup of coffee in his hand. We wowed and nodded in excitement. There was no disputing it, he was cute. The bus was in motion and so we kept moving until we didn't see him anymore.

I was sure I didn't see that cute face in my street again. Not in that coffee shop and not in any other, because I was always peeping into every coffee shop I passed by.

It wasn't until two years later that I saw him again. I got admission into the university. My parents drove me to school and I was sure they were happy to have one less child at home. Not that they didn't want us, but they preferred the home to themselves free from our troubles.

Settling down was no stress for me. I was a social person such that I didn't find it difficult to roll with everyone down the hall. I was already so good with directions and locations anyone who met me for the first time would think I was in my third year.

Then there was my roommate, Joan. She got to the room a day before I did. She seemed like a shy person, not talking much, picking her words and keeping a lot to herself. I found it very easy to relate with her. Except one thing, she was a party freak. The difference in her shy personality came at night when she would dress up in the flashiest of clothes and the most glittering jewelries. If there was any party, you'd be sure to find Joan there.  I always wondered how she was able to find out where each party held. Which is why I wasn't surprised when she invited me to come with her to the freshman party. It held the first weekend of the semester. I only chose to follow her since it was for freshmen.

The dim coloured lighting, reek of alcohol and loud music welcomed me as I entered the building. I wasn't surprised when I looked at my side and Joan was gone. Since I didn't want to be left out, I was soon doing what I absolutely loved doing at parties, dancing.

Steve's POV

My name is Steve and I'm getting married to Linda next week. We decided to trace history - our history.

She lived in my street. I saw her a lot, almost everyday until I went to the university. She was always with this clique of hers, those girls were far from approachable. Guys from my street all thought they had trashy behaviors so I never really gave her attention.

It was until later I figured we were in the same university. I was coming from the basketball court when I saw her alight from her parent's car. Since it was a new session, I concluded she was freshman. By that time I was in junior year. It was found quite amusing that a member of the unapproachable clique came to such a university as mine.