Ch.2
Oh my gosh. I can't believe it. Theresa's heart skipped a beat at the sight of him. Focusing on his handsome face that was framed perfectly by his spiky hair, Theresa didn't realize she was staring. She couldn't help but stare at him. All the other girls in the room were doing the same thing. It was understandable; after all he was definitely one of the hottest guys in school. Not only was he drop-dead gorgeous, he also had a toned, muscular body to go with it. It was evident that this person hits the gym everyday.
Theresa couldn't believe her luck. Of all the baskets she could have chosen, she chose the one her long time secret crush, who she spent many nights dreaming of, made. This must be fate. How else can you explain it? Theresa, who has always had a strong belief that things happen for a reason was thanking God for 'present.'
Theresa was snapped back into reality when the captain of the basketball team finally stood in front of her.
"Sorry it took me so long to get here," smiled the captain.
"No problem Michael. I would like to introduce you to your date. What's your name?" the auctioneer asked Theresa.
"T-th-theresa Marie Lopez-fitzgerald," stuttered Theresa nervously. Calm down Theresa, otherwise he'll think you're a total idiot.
"Hi Theresa," greeted Michael. "I came here to tell you that your mystery man wasn't able to make it due to a prior engagement, but he told me to tell you to meet him after school in front of the library."
Theresa's heart sank at the news. She thought fate was finally working in favor of her, but she was wrong. It was teasing her and saying, 'don't you wish you had this?' Theresa nodded at Michael. Her nerves left her speechless. She could never get a word out whenever she is even ten feet away from Michael and this is the first time he even talked to her.
"I gotta get to practice before the coach kills me for being late," commented Michael. "Well it's nice meeting you Theresa."
Theresa just gave a weak smile and a nod as Michael rushes out the door. The class treasurer walks up to give Theresa the picnic basket she bid for. Theresa dug through her purse and pulled out the money, which she gave to the treasurer.
As she looked up, she noticed Melissa waving her hands to get her attention. Carrying the heavy basket with both hands, she slowly walks over to her best friend.
"Why are you looking so down?" questioned Melissa with a concerned look on her face. "One would think that you'll be jumping up and down hysterically at the fact that you have a picnic date with your crush."
"I would be if Michael was the mystery date, but he isn't," explained Theresa who then gave a long sigh.
"What do you mean it wasn't him? He went to the stage when they asked the owner of the basket to appear," stated Melissa who was confused about the entire situation.
Theresa threw her hands up in the air. "I don't know much. All I know is that my date couldn't make it and I have to meet him in front of the library after school today."
"If it isn't Michael, then who is he? I wonder if I know him?"
"I was wondering the same thing," lamented Theresa. She was wondering the same thing. She didn't realize that Michael never mentioned a name.
"I was floating on cloud nine and then came crashing down to earth to even realize that my date still remains a mystery."
"That really bites. I was beginning to believe that fate finally answered your prayers. Maybe if we look in the basket, there may be a note or a clue to this mystery man."
"Good thinking Melissa. This is one of the many reasons why you're my BF," Theresa said with excitement as she puts the basket on the floor in search of solving the mystery. "Lets see. There is a note!"
Oh my gosh. I can't believe it. Theresa's heart skipped a beat at the sight of him. Focusing on his handsome face that was framed perfectly by his spiky hair, Theresa didn't realize she was staring. She couldn't help but stare at him. All the other girls in the room were doing the same thing. It was understandable; after all he was definitely one of the hottest guys in school. Not only was he drop-dead gorgeous, he also had a toned, muscular body to go with it. It was evident that this person hits the gym everyday.
Theresa couldn't believe her luck. Of all the baskets she could have chosen, she chose the one her long time secret crush, who she spent many nights dreaming of, made. This must be fate. How else can you explain it? Theresa, who has always had a strong belief that things happen for a reason was thanking God for 'present.'
Theresa was snapped back into reality when the captain of the basketball team finally stood in front of her.
"Sorry it took me so long to get here," smiled the captain.
"No problem Michael. I would like to introduce you to your date. What's your name?" the auctioneer asked Theresa.
"T-th-theresa Marie Lopez-fitzgerald," stuttered Theresa nervously. Calm down Theresa, otherwise he'll think you're a total idiot.
"Hi Theresa," greeted Michael. "I came here to tell you that your mystery man wasn't able to make it due to a prior engagement, but he told me to tell you to meet him after school in front of the library."
Theresa's heart sank at the news. She thought fate was finally working in favor of her, but she was wrong. It was teasing her and saying, 'don't you wish you had this?' Theresa nodded at Michael. Her nerves left her speechless. She could never get a word out whenever she is even ten feet away from Michael and this is the first time he even talked to her.
"I gotta get to practice before the coach kills me for being late," commented Michael. "Well it's nice meeting you Theresa."
Theresa just gave a weak smile and a nod as Michael rushes out the door. The class treasurer walks up to give Theresa the picnic basket she bid for. Theresa dug through her purse and pulled out the money, which she gave to the treasurer.
As she looked up, she noticed Melissa waving her hands to get her attention. Carrying the heavy basket with both hands, she slowly walks over to her best friend.
"Why are you looking so down?" questioned Melissa with a concerned look on her face. "One would think that you'll be jumping up and down hysterically at the fact that you have a picnic date with your crush."
"I would be if Michael was the mystery date, but he isn't," explained Theresa who then gave a long sigh.
"What do you mean it wasn't him? He went to the stage when they asked the owner of the basket to appear," stated Melissa who was confused about the entire situation.
Theresa threw her hands up in the air. "I don't know much. All I know is that my date couldn't make it and I have to meet him in front of the library after school today."
"If it isn't Michael, then who is he? I wonder if I know him?"
"I was wondering the same thing," lamented Theresa. She was wondering the same thing. She didn't realize that Michael never mentioned a name.
"I was floating on cloud nine and then came crashing down to earth to even realize that my date still remains a mystery."
"That really bites. I was beginning to believe that fate finally answered your prayers. Maybe if we look in the basket, there may be a note or a clue to this mystery man."
"Good thinking Melissa. This is one of the many reasons why you're my BF," Theresa said with excitement as she puts the basket on the floor in search of solving the mystery. "Lets see. There is a note!"