Friendship And Family (Currently undergoing a rewrite. Do Not Read.)

CHAPTER 18. Secret

Andrew's POV

I kept jabbing the chips with my fork as I stared at them, a little experiment of what I felt like doing to him. They were both laughing and eating together at a different table, and that didn't sit right with me.

Agnes looked over her shoulder, and then back at me. "They're so cute together," she cooed, smiling like a chief bride's maid.

"They're nothing." I dropped my fork, feeling irritated.

"I don't like science students, but I think Reuben isn't like the others. He seems like a nice person." Mathias was too laid back in his chair for this pressing conversation, holding his bottle of fanta and taking sips every now and then.

"Yeah, he is. We serve together, so I know him personally," Francis spoke in his favour.

"And the devil was once an angel so that doesn't mean anything. He's laughing in our faces right now and you guys are here sweet-talking about him. We'll end up falling apart if we're not careful." I couldn't believe how blind they were to see what was happening, and could only hope that they got my message.

Maria's POV

"You don't come off to me as the romantic type of guy." I playfully made fun of Reuben while we walked around the school yard after lunch, which felt weird because for the first time in forever, I didn't sit with my squad, but I was already looking forward to having lunch with Reuben a second time.

"Is that an indirect compliment?" One side of his lips pulled up in a harmless, charming smirk.

"Only romantic people write secret love letters, so yeah," I admitted, and we both laughed.

"But what do you mean?" he asked, showing more interest than before.

"That you're an altar server, and you're super serious when serving at the altar during Mass."

"Oh, that," he chuckled, "well, it doesn't make me any less of a human being, and humans have feelings." He slowed down his pace, and then we both stopped, facing each other.

"Since when?" I asked.

"The day you sang the psalms, and I meant what I said." His coffee brown eyes zoomed in on me, in a way that I'd always wished to be looked at by the one I love, with a dutiful acknowledgement, and an infiltrated thoughtfulness-taking my mind back to his first letter.

Your voice could make the Host of Angels envious. It's that beautiful...

I smiled, not believing any of this was real. "You could also make a great psalmist with your words."

He laughed. "I try. And you're also in the choir," he took a lead step, and we continued walking in a slow pace, "so would it be safe to say you don't seem like the type of girl who dates?" He got back at me.

I laughed."You know what they say about people in the choir."

"Tell me."

I opened my mouth to speak and;

KONG! KONG! KONG!

"Saved by the bell," he said, holding his inquisitive smile from earlier.

I chuckled. "We'll catch up later."

"I can walk you to your class." His words held me back.

God must love me so much to offer me his son to be my boyfriend.

"And then walk back to yours? That'll be stressful." I humbly refused because my journey was closer.

"It's not a walk to Egypt, so I don't mind," he insisted.