What Makes You Different Ch. 3
Melissa waited impatiently as Theresa scanned the note. "Well. What does it say?"
"Congratulations. You are the lucky recipient who gets to spend a wonderful, fun filled afternoon with the man of your dreams. Unfortunately, as you already know, I was unable to make it to the auction, but alas, you must endure two excruciating hours until you are graced by my presence. Until then, continue your fantasy until you get to meet me in person. Only then will I reveal my presence. Trust me, I'm definitely worth the wait." Theresa looked at the letter in disgust. "I'm surprised that some people are so conceded. He has the nerve to say that he is the man of every woman's dream. And I thought P-Diddy was full of it. This person scores a 20 in a scale from 1 to 10 in being arrogantly obnoxious." Theresa shook her head as she thought about progressively gotten worse.
"You poor thing. And I thought that you got the worse of it earlier," sympathized Melissa. "Maybe the guy isn't as bad as he seems. It's easy being confident in a letter than in person. It may be a joke to lighten up the awkward situation of not knowing one another," suggested Melissa.
Smiling at the thought of her friend trying to make her feel better, she decided that she shouldn't get worked up when she doesn't know what she's really up against. I do tend to let my worries get the best of me. "You're probably right. Or at least I hope so." Theresa grabbed her friends arms as they begin to walk to their class seeing as the bell just rang ten seconds ago.
Theresa waited apprehensively in front of the library. She couldn't help but think that every guy who walked in front of her was her mystery man. I wished Melissa was here. Unfortunately for Theresa, Melissa had to rush home to pick up her two younger siblings from school. Melissa promised her parents weeks ago that she would watch them so her parents would be able to spend an entire day to celebrate their twenty-year anniversary. Sometimes being an extremely sweet best friend has it downfalls. But Theresa shouldn't be talking since she has the same caring personality. That's why they get along so well.
Her mind was so occupied, as always, that it was only when a male voice spoke to her that she noticed that a person standing in front of her.
"Hey. You must be the bidder," said the fair skinned teenager. He scanned Theresa's figure starting with her shoes and slowly working his way up until their eyes met.
Feeling extremely uncomfortable, Theresa twirled her hair. It was a nervous habit that Theresa was never able to break no matter how hard she tried. Why oh why did I even put myself in this situation. Oh yeah...it's for the kids. Giving an exasperating sigh, Theresa just watched the people passing by.
As the spiky blond hair guy watched his company looking utterly bored, hundreds of thoughts rushed though his head. This was a first. I can't believe she's not even looking in my direction. Am I not bad looking? Nah...that couldn't be it. It that was the case, he wouldn't have dates lined up for the next three months. Hmm...I've never meet anyone so...so...I don't know what, but I definitely don't like this vibe I'm getting from her. "My name is Nicholas Foxworth Crane, but you can call me Fox. Everyone else does. What's your name?" Fox asked, hoping to avoid this awkward moment.
Theresa's gaze turned towards the senior class president. "I know who you are. My name is Theresa Marie Lopez-Fitzgerald." Wishing she was anywhere but here, Theresa closed eyes her briefly in hopes that he would disappear when she opened her eyes. No such luck. What a day!
"Hey sweetie," greeted a girl from the popular crowd.
"Hey Jaime, what's up?" asked Fox, relieved that he was acknowledged by someone. He was beginning to think that he disappeared off the face of the earth.
"Well I was wondering if you were going to Tony's party? The whole gang is going to be there."
"I wouldn't miss it for the world."
"Great. I'll see you tonight."
Theresa watched the exchange between the two. She always wondered what it would be like to be popular. It wasn't like she was in the exile group, but she was in a group that remained virtually non-existence to the rest of the school.
Fox's attention was redirected to Ms. Lopez-Fitzgerald. "Umm...Are you ready to leave for the picnic?" Fox was beginning to regret taking part in the auction. But how was I supposed to know that it would end up like this?
"S-ssure." Theresa began to follow Fox who was leading the way to the parking lot. After they got into a slick, red mustang convertible, they drove off to the park. Neither one was excited about the picnic, but neither one dared to say anything.
Melissa waited impatiently as Theresa scanned the note. "Well. What does it say?"
"Congratulations. You are the lucky recipient who gets to spend a wonderful, fun filled afternoon with the man of your dreams. Unfortunately, as you already know, I was unable to make it to the auction, but alas, you must endure two excruciating hours until you are graced by my presence. Until then, continue your fantasy until you get to meet me in person. Only then will I reveal my presence. Trust me, I'm definitely worth the wait." Theresa looked at the letter in disgust. "I'm surprised that some people are so conceded. He has the nerve to say that he is the man of every woman's dream. And I thought P-Diddy was full of it. This person scores a 20 in a scale from 1 to 10 in being arrogantly obnoxious." Theresa shook her head as she thought about progressively gotten worse.
"You poor thing. And I thought that you got the worse of it earlier," sympathized Melissa. "Maybe the guy isn't as bad as he seems. It's easy being confident in a letter than in person. It may be a joke to lighten up the awkward situation of not knowing one another," suggested Melissa.
Smiling at the thought of her friend trying to make her feel better, she decided that she shouldn't get worked up when she doesn't know what she's really up against. I do tend to let my worries get the best of me. "You're probably right. Or at least I hope so." Theresa grabbed her friends arms as they begin to walk to their class seeing as the bell just rang ten seconds ago.
Theresa waited apprehensively in front of the library. She couldn't help but think that every guy who walked in front of her was her mystery man. I wished Melissa was here. Unfortunately for Theresa, Melissa had to rush home to pick up her two younger siblings from school. Melissa promised her parents weeks ago that she would watch them so her parents would be able to spend an entire day to celebrate their twenty-year anniversary. Sometimes being an extremely sweet best friend has it downfalls. But Theresa shouldn't be talking since she has the same caring personality. That's why they get along so well.
Her mind was so occupied, as always, that it was only when a male voice spoke to her that she noticed that a person standing in front of her.
"Hey. You must be the bidder," said the fair skinned teenager. He scanned Theresa's figure starting with her shoes and slowly working his way up until their eyes met.
Feeling extremely uncomfortable, Theresa twirled her hair. It was a nervous habit that Theresa was never able to break no matter how hard she tried. Why oh why did I even put myself in this situation. Oh yeah...it's for the kids. Giving an exasperating sigh, Theresa just watched the people passing by.
As the spiky blond hair guy watched his company looking utterly bored, hundreds of thoughts rushed though his head. This was a first. I can't believe she's not even looking in my direction. Am I not bad looking? Nah...that couldn't be it. It that was the case, he wouldn't have dates lined up for the next three months. Hmm...I've never meet anyone so...so...I don't know what, but I definitely don't like this vibe I'm getting from her. "My name is Nicholas Foxworth Crane, but you can call me Fox. Everyone else does. What's your name?" Fox asked, hoping to avoid this awkward moment.
Theresa's gaze turned towards the senior class president. "I know who you are. My name is Theresa Marie Lopez-Fitzgerald." Wishing she was anywhere but here, Theresa closed eyes her briefly in hopes that he would disappear when she opened her eyes. No such luck. What a day!
"Hey sweetie," greeted a girl from the popular crowd.
"Hey Jaime, what's up?" asked Fox, relieved that he was acknowledged by someone. He was beginning to think that he disappeared off the face of the earth.
"Well I was wondering if you were going to Tony's party? The whole gang is going to be there."
"I wouldn't miss it for the world."
"Great. I'll see you tonight."
Theresa watched the exchange between the two. She always wondered what it would be like to be popular. It wasn't like she was in the exile group, but she was in a group that remained virtually non-existence to the rest of the school.
Fox's attention was redirected to Ms. Lopez-Fitzgerald. "Umm...Are you ready to leave for the picnic?" Fox was beginning to regret taking part in the auction. But how was I supposed to know that it would end up like this?
"S-ssure." Theresa began to follow Fox who was leading the way to the parking lot. After they got into a slick, red mustang convertible, they drove off to the park. Neither one was excited about the picnic, but neither one dared to say anything.