A/N: Thank you for the reviews and for all those who put this story under their favorites list and watch lists too. I appreciate it so much even though this story is so AU. Here's chapter 2 already. I hope you like it. :D
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CHAPTER 2
I blinked. "What?"
She intertwined my arm with hers and we started walking. "I just figured out that you're the next qualified person I know that would fit wonderfully with this job. You're good with math, with organization, with entrepreneurship even back in gradeschool your skills were always so excellent and not to mention the –"
"Marj, you see, there are tons of other people out there who are much more qualified to fill in that position than me. I'm still a student for heaven's sake!"
She looked at me and answered, "I'm still a student too, Lu. Not to mention I'm in the medical field and yet here I am trying to manage the business branch my father gave to me. You know I could never say no to my parents. I never want to fail them unlike my stupid idiot of a brother who ran away with some girl he just randomly met."
"Ok. I understand your predicaments but I don't think I'm the right person you should talk to when it comes to that job offer of yours actually."
"Come on. It's just for the mean time. I will really appreciate it if you grant this very tiny bit of request from me."
I sighed. This girl is just really as stubborn as a door to door sales agent back at our place. "Why don't you just hire someone from an agency or something of the sort that gives job to qualified people? It would be easier that way and less hassles. I'm sorry but I really can't do what you ask of me."
She was about to reply but her cell phone beeped. Her other free hand shuffled inside her bag for her phone. As she read the text message, she immediately turned to me. "Please think about that again, ok? You're the only person I want for the job and it would really mean a lot to me if we're together. Anyway, I got to go now. See you."
She hurried off to the other direction while I continued walking towards my dorm. Why on earth would she persistently ask my help to become her assistant that much? I've always been her close friend since ages but we gradually drifted apart when we discovered our different interests. She comes from a very rich family and her father owns a big business empire around the town. If she badly needed someone in her coffee shop she could just easily contact someone and people would come flooding at her side in an instant.
I entered the dormitory lobby and went to check my mailbox beside the front desk. There's a large cabinet beside the desk and all occupants of the dorm each have their own mailbox drawer. I opened mine with my key and there was one envelope from my parents back home and I hastily took it then locked back my drawer. I asked them to send me a copy of my birth certificate since I only brought one copy and the school needed two copies for it. I already submitted the other one during enrollment and I need to have the other copy within this week. I miss them so much and the letter made me feel so excited that I quickly went upstairs to my room eager to read the letter.
No sooner did I reach my room I plopped down my bed. I ripped the side of the envelope and took out the letter. I felt so happy seeing the familiar handwriting of my mother narrating the events that happened while I was here and all the sweet endearments of them all missing me. Not that we don't communicate a lot. Don't get me wrong but we always talk through my laptop's internet but I just felt so special when someone writes to me in a snail mail or whatever people call it. I like it when there's a more personal touch to it even though some people would call my idea silly. There were also a few pictures attached to the letter and I began posting them on my bedside wall just below my poster name.
I changed my clothes into a shirt and a pair of shorts after reading the letter and putting it inside my bedside table's drawer. I put the birth certificate copy inside my bag so I wouldn't forget it the next day. Suddenly there was a faint single tap on my window. I looked over the glass window and saw the familiar overlooking view of the university field from the 5th floor. Yes, I live at the freaking 5th floor of the seven floored dormitory building without elevators running since they still have to be repaired.
I heard another tap and when I looked back to the window, the same sight welcomed me. I figured out it was just an insect or something. I started to clean the room and there was the tap again. This never happened before and so I walked over to the window curiously. I opened it sliding the windowpane upwards and the next thing I knew, something hit on my forehead and I rubbed it warily. I never should have opened the windowpane. It felt sore and I looked down to the floor to see what hit me. It was a pebble. When I looked down over the window I saw someone bending over the ground that appeared to be looking for something then he looked up and raised his hand ready to throw something at me. I immediately felt a pang of rage and glared at him.
He stopped on his attempt to chuck another pebble and squinted his eyes on me. Even from the distance I could perceive something familiar from him. He has dark brown hair and dark eyes. He was still wearing the university uniform.
"Hey! Who are you?", he yelled.
"I should be the one asking you that!", I yelled back furiously.
"Answer me first!", he answered with a hint of irritation in his voice.
I widened my eyes in anger. He didn't even apologize for his fault. Didn't he see that? Does he just randomly throw rocks at people's windows and people's forehead plainly? I picked the pebble that hit my forehead from the floor and aimed it at him. Unfortunately, it landed on the ground a feet away from him. I cursed silently at my lame attempt of getting back at him."Why should I? You were the one throwing rocks at me!"
"Where's Susan?", he asked in annoyance.
So that's the reason. "She's not here!", I called out while trying to close back the window. My head was starting to hurt from the pebble and from all the yelling. Fortunately, the dorm's walls are soundproof and no one seemed to be bothered by the noise. However, If in case something goes out of hand like a fire perhaps, we would all be alerted through the alarm system installed in each of the rooms. Suddenly, a girl's shrill voice caught my attention.
"Edmund!"
I looked back down from where the awful boy stood. A girl still dressed in uniform was running towards him and engulfed him in a hug. I stared at them momentarily and noticed that they looked strikingly familiar together. He pushed her away and they began talking to a volume I couldn't hear. I continued to watch them and my mouth dropped open at a sudden realization that dawned on me. They were indeed very familiar because they were the couple I accidentally saw back at the corridors who were doing something appalling.
The girl seemed to start sobbing and looked up at me. I looked away and pretended to clean my window. Maybe she had felt my eyes on them the entire time. I peeked back at them again and she was walking away towards the dorm. The boy looked at me and yelled, "Did Susan leave a blue bag in there?"
I looked around the room and there it was on the floor sitting beside Susan's bed. My gaze suddenly flicked over to her desk and saw a tiny family picture hanging on the wall above her desk. It was a miniature portrait of a dark haired family taken maybe about 4 years ago because Susan looked a lot younger there. It composed of Susan's parents, brother and herself. My eyeballs nearly popped out of their sockets. Why haven't I thought of it sooner?
"It's here! I'll bring it downstairs in a minute.", I shouted back over the window.
I gathered my dark auburn hair into a ponytail, picked up the bag and headed downstairs. It took me longer than I thought to arrive halfway down towards the lobby. The bag was just so heavy I nearly dropped it when I grabbed it. As much as I want to drag it down until it comes bouncing off the stairs, I can't because I never want to be held liable for whatever damage it might cause to its contents.
After a long and exhausting trip towards the lobby, I finally reached the last three steps. I could already see him sitting on one of the couches watching the television. I heard footsteps coming down and I turned to see the student council president with red puffy eyes carrying a miniature model of some kind of a museum or a gallery. I moved to the side where she ran down grasping the hand rails of the stairs. She reached the bottom of the stairs and called the boy who I learned to hate a few minutes ago. He stood up and took the model from her. Then she hurriedly ran back upstairs.
He looked at me and noticed the blue bag I was carrying. He stood still as our eyes meet again. I thought I would never see such as eyes like his. They were so dark in a shade of brown that looked so mysterious and unguarded at the same time. It is an odd blend actually. I snapped out of my trance and stepped forward. Unluckily, my foot got caught on the longer strap of the bag that was hanging and I lost my balance and fell forward. The next thing I knew I was lying face flat on the floor with the bag underneath my feet. I quickly stood up not minding the pain emitting from the various parts of my body from the fall.
I looked around and froze when I noticed him lying on the floor with his back and beside him were the shattered pieces of the model he was holding just a while ago. My jaw dropped literally. If it wasn't attached to my face, it would have been on the floor now. It became clear that I grabbed the nearest possible thing that I could take hold of and apparently it was him or should I say the model was the first thing my hands caught.
To say that he was absolutely furious was an understatement. He looked monstrously enraged with the strong blush creeping up to his face. His eyes were so livid that I thought he was plotting of various painful ways to murder me.
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