It just felt right because It was unnecessary drama.

Hey,are you a Lesbian?(3)

It was orientation day.

'Don't you think he's cute wearing glasses? He looks like that wizard character...', Riya gushed as she was drooling over Mark.

She has been drooling over him since our homeroom teacher decided to do ice-breaking. She decided it was best to divide us according to who wearing glasses, tied their hair into a ponytail and so. I and Mark landed in the wearing glasses category. Since we were divided, the teacher made us introduce ourselves in our new form group.

We introduce ourselves. Mark smiled at me and in return, I smiled back. Ever since ice-breaking, Riya and Meriah are gushing about how adorable Mark is.

'I agree with you. Come on, let's go talk to him. Ann wanna give it a shot, don't you agree he looks cute and smart.' Meriah retorted as she shameless too was drooling over him.

What, guys in the elementary school weren't eye candy enough, wait a minute...they weren't, the memory of the boys pulling each other pants down to reveal their underwear, some don't even wear underwear. I was lucky most of the time I stood behind the boys when they did this. There were unfortunate moments, I regret being in front of them. Immature creatures that succumbed to lust.

He looks like Harry Potter? You two are blind, he looks nothing like Harry.
'Nope, I want to be alone.', I replied resting my face on the desk as my arms act as my face pillow.

'Fine', Meriah and Riya said together.

'You go first...' Riya mumbled while playing with her finger.

'You wanted to talk to him. Just do it.'Meriah whispered to Riya giving her, get moving already hand signals.

'Hey, Mark.'I spoke lifting my head.
Now you guys have his attention.

Mark turn behind as he spoke Uh...Yup.'

Riya and Meriah mentally cursed me but thanks to that they became friends with Mark.

Somehow, Mark became a friend of mine too.

A day later, It was the first day of school.

'Hey, Ann stop oozing clouds of depression. Be more cheerful. It's the first day of school.'

'What I do is not your concern and I don't have depression, you can't just label me with depression.'I replied hiding my face in my arms on my desk.

'You have depression.'He diagnosed me as if he were a doctor.

'Whatever.', I snapped lifting my head to come into the gaze of Miranda. She was cute. Her hair was tied up in a ponytail. I wonder what could her ethnicity be. Her skin was fairer in shade compared to the rest of the Muslim girls. Her hair was a deep brown. That is a colour you don't normally see in the Asian gene. Her eyes were sharp but her cheek was chubby which made her eyes look soft even if her gaze fell sharp to your soul. Her lips were small and pink. Miranda looks pretty.

'Hey, are you a Lesbian? You have been staring at her since you had your eyes on her. She looks cute, don't you agree?' Mark questioned me. His voice sounds like a whisper of breeze as he was swallowing the words before they had a chance to come out.

'Am not, just curious about her ethnicity.'
Creeps, Ann. Why are you staring at her?

'Hey, you sure?', Mark questioned again in the hope I would agree but I didn't.

Later that day, the homeroom teacher read out names from the registrar's book.

I came to know her name Miranda Qistina Thomas, she is a Eurasian.
I guess Mark too was curious about her.

They had a few shots of eye contact. A blush crept on her cheek. Mark was on cloud nine.

By the end of the day, we had groups of friends.

By the end of the week, Miranda became my friend. Mark was bugging me to make new friends. Wanting to be left alone by Mark, I gathered myself mentally and hope, Miranda would be my friend.

Mark introduced us. Mark being the social butterfly became friends with her best friend, Lee.

Mark wanted to be friends with Miranda.
He began doing things to get her attention.

To my eyes, Mark was being a creep and he was. He was invading her bubble. Standing near to her as they waited for their ride back home. Staring at her and when their eyes meet, smile at her. Finding reasons to invade Lee and her friend circle.

In the process of trying to make Miranda speak to him, he ended up having a staring contest with her father on the way coming out of school.

'I need to go wait near Miranda for my transport back home.'Mark gushed.

'Mark, hey...Mark. what are you looking at?' I scream at Mark, attempting to get his attention. I even wave my right hand in front of his eyes, attempting to flick the centre point of his glasses. I had no luck with it.

'You know that guy, he looks kinda familiar.'Mark uttered as his eyes were focused on someone.

'He must be someone's father, why the sudden curiosity? Itching to stalk him now instead of Miranda.'I answered worried about what he was up to. He never took concern for those who don't fit his category of being friends with him.

'I not stalking her, I am trying to be her friend.'He answered me with his eyes still glued to someone's father. That man was also staring at him.

'As by stalking her, and snap out of it, you staring at people father and he also staring and you, Mark. Snap out of it.' I replied as my eyes wander around, my gaze fell on a familiar silhouette.

Isn't that Miranda. She walked up to that man. Now to think about it, they do look alike. He is her father.

'Mark, you staring at your future father-in-law.'I voiced out.
Well, that depends on you to stop stalking Miranda and ask her like a human to be friends. You introduced us. Can't you just talk to her already?

'Huh, who am I staring at.'Mark almost choked at hearing the term father-in-law.

'Miranda father, that Miranda isn't she.'I explain as I shift his gaze to the girl near the bike by pointing my left index finger at her. I swing my hand at the back of his head.

'Ouch', Mark voiced out.

For crying out loud, I wanted to melt his brain. Don't stare at people's parents. In general, don't stare at people.

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'Who that boy?' Osman questioned her daughter as he shifted his gaze from Mark.

'Who?' Miranda ask as she greeted her father and took and wore the helmet he handed her.

'The one staring at me.'Her father explained.

'That Mark.'She answers her father noticing that Mark was staring at her father.

'He a weirdo, be aware of him. What about the one beside him, Her father announced.

'Don't worry, Dad. She is Ann. He has been trying his luck to make me talk to him. He hasn't succeeded until now and I doubt he will.'Miranda explains as she helps herself onto the bike.

Be careful of what you wish for Miranda. What you wish for might backfire on you.