A Second Chance

Chapter 6

No, no, no, no, no, Noooooooo. NO! Hh-h-h-Hannah Dd-d-d-Davids?!
Anybody but Hannah Davids. I mean seriously!? It can't be possible that I am this unlucky. Its karma. It has to be. I am clearly on the universes hit list. Maybe I should have been nicer to Matthew. Oh god! MATHEWWW! He is going to kill me. I am going to be dead very soon. You all better miss me! Matthew is breaking the 'Dude Code' and he doesn't even know it. (I never came up with that name if you hadn't realised already). These are my final words... I hope you're crying. (We're back to being dorky again!!)

You're probably wondering what I am rambling on about. You remember Hannah Davids, the girl who pranked Matthew when we were in college. I think I called her beautiful and brilliant at some point. Well... she absolutely hates me... probably... most likely...

(flashback)

I was walking to my next lecture on 'Business Economics' when I noticed Hannah, sitting by the fountain, on her cellphohe.I walked over because I wanted to tell her how funny I thought the prank she pulled on Matt was. I mean, it was genius! As I inched closer, I heard soft sniffles. She hadn't noticed me yet but when I was right next to her I realised she was crying. I tapped on her shoulder to get her attention but instead I got an elbow in my stomach. HARD!

 "Oh my gosh. I am so so sorry. I thought I was alone and you scared me. Sorry" She quickly exclaimed.

"It's okay. I'm fine"

I am okay but damn the hurt. She is strong. The only thing injured right now is probably my ego. I see her turn around again to wipe her tear stained cheeks. I try to to introduce myself...

"I'm William..." She turns back around.

"I know who you are. You have a pretty prominent reputation."

"Really?"

"No, sorry. Matthew doesn't really ever stop talking."

"Oh. Well, now my ego is definitely injured."

I dramatically placed a hand to my heart for some reason as I said that. She laughs. I made her laugh. That has got to count for some brownie points, right?

"I'm sorry to bring this up but as I got here I noticed that you were, errrrm..."

"Crying? Yeah. It's kind of funny that I actually don't mind confiding in you... considering you're technically a stranger."

When she said that I waited thinking that she was finding words on how to explain her situation, but after about 5 minutes I couldn't take the eery silence.

"Aren't you going to tell me?"

"Tell you?"

"Why you were crying?"

She laughs and replies, "Well technically you never asked!"

I laugh at that (I see how her and Matthew would get along). I place a hand on her leg to let her know that I am here and ready to listen. 
"Well, I am asking now."

"It's hard for me to say..."

"Take your time. I have all day"

She takes a deep breath and starts, "I've been applying to model at different brands and stores because I want to be a professional model some day. I got a call just now from a store."

"Well, isn't that a good think?"

"Not exactly. They phoned to tell me that I wasn't beautiful enough to model for them."

Thats when her voice broke, her tears restarted and my blood began boiling. How can someone ever say that? But stupidly enough I said,

"It's true though, you're not beautiful."