On my way out, I ran into someone.
"Oh, gosh, I'm sorry," I said, then looked up.
"No, I probably should have been watching where I was going," Hunter said. "I guess it's both our faults, then," I replied. "I guess so," he said, putting on his cute smile.
While this was going, my heart was going a million miles an hour, but I was trying to be an actress, so I played it cool.
"So what are u up to?" he asked.
"Well, I was just heading to my journalism meeting... Oh, shoot. Hey, Kelly, can I use your phone?" "Yeah, it's over by the cash register."
"Thanks," and I dialed the newspaper.
"Hello? This is Candice Frank, Editor of the campus newspaper speaking. If this is Freedra Kyes, you're late."
"Hey, Candi, I know I'm late; that's why I'm calling. I need you to do me a favor."
"If it's about the position, I can't promise anything."
"You know I want the Fiction section."
"I know, but I can't promise anything."
"You know I can write."
"Yes, but you're not here."
"Ok, look, I didn't want it to come to this, but I know who you like," I whispered into the phone.
"You do?" she squeaked.
"Yes, and I can probably get him to go out with you."
"No way!!"
I jumped and held the receiver a foot from my ear.
When it was safe, I said, "Yes, but it'll be hard."
"All right, and you wanted what column?"
"Fiction, please."
"Ok, I'll see you tomorrow at 7:00."
"Sounds good." I hung up and headed back to Hunter, who was working on his bike. "Sorry about that."
"No prob," he replied. He sounded grateful I didn't have to go anywhere.
"So, what're you up to?"
"Oh, nothing much, just making some adjustments."
"Really?" I said, very much interested, "Would you explain?"
"You'd probably find it boring."
"On the contrary, it sounds pretty interesting."
He gave me a surprised look, then explained everything, with me asking questions every now and then.
"Wow," he commented, after a while. "I never knew a girl who liked this stuff, well, besides Kelly, anyways."
"Yeah, people can surprise."
"I guess so," he said and smiled again. "You know, the blue hair doesn't look so bad."
"Huh?" I asked, temporarily forgetting about my hair.
"Your hair," he said, reaching out and showing me it.
"Oh!" I said, remembering, embarrassed. "Thanks; it wasn't intentional."
He laughed and I could have kicked myself for saying that.
"What was the phone call for?" He asked.
"The campus paper. I'll be writing fiction for it."
"Sounds interesting. What do you write?" He kept working on his bike.
"Just some short stories and poetry."
"About?" he asked, knowing I was getting a bit embarrassed about the subject.
"Love and its mushy goodness," I replied laughing.
"Interesting."
"I s'pose," and I caught Dustin's look at us. "Hey, after you get done, do you want to help me on a sort of 'Mission Impossible'?"
"Uh, sure, what is it?"
"You know Cam, right?"
"Yeah, why?" he asked, sounding like he didn't like it.
"I'm trying to hook him up with someone with him."
"Who?"
I thought for a moment; then said, "Do you promise not to tell?"
"Yeah," he replied.
"Candice Frank."
"You don't mean Candi 'Dragon Lady' Frank?"
"Shane. Apparently, from him, she ripped his head off viciously and painfully."
"That would explain the name."
We laughed, then I asked, "So, are you in?"
"Um, sure."
"Great, do you have his number?"
"Why?"
"I need to call him."
"Oh. You got a pen?"
I handed him one, and he looked for something to write on.
"Could you write it on my hand? I won't lose it as easily as I would a piece of paper."
"Um, sure," and he wrote two numbers on my hand, then specified them.
"Why'd you give me yours?" I asked.
"To update me on the mission."
"Oh, ok. Well, I'll let you finish; sorry I took up most of your time up a..."
"No big," he replied. "Talk to you later."
"Yep," I replied and dragged Tru out of the door.
"Wha....?" she asked when we got back to our dorm.
"We had to get back."
"But..."
"Look, I can give you Dustin's number, but I've got to make a few calls now."
As I ignored her telling me something about not being able to use it, I first called up the tutorial program.
"Hello, Ms. Yumi?"
"Yes?"
"This is Freedra Kyes."
"Oh! I was just about to call you. I have a new student enrolled in the tutorial system, Dustin Brooks, and I..."
"Yes, I'll do it."
"Ok, then. You start tomorrow."
"Ok, thanks, bye."
"Bye."
I hung up and called Dustin next.
"Hello?" he asked.
"Hey, Dustin; it's Freed. About the tutorial thing..."
"You got it?" he interrupted.
"Hold on...well, yeah."
"Oh, awesome, thanks."
"Yep, bye."
Next I called Cam.
"Hello? May I ask who this is?"
"Good evening Sensei Watanabe. This is Freedra Kyes, may I talk with Cam?"
"Yes, just a second."
"Thank you."
"You're quite welcome."
Then there was a pause and an irritated voice came on the phone, "Hello?"
"Hi, Cam."
"How'd you get this number?"
"Not important, but I do know someone who likes you."
"Really?" he said, almost bored.
"Yeah, and I just so happen to know who you like her too."
There was a choking sound, then a gulp. "R-really?: he asked more interested.
"Yeah, I'll give you the details later, after our math class."
"Ok."
"Later," I said.
"Yep."
After I hung up, I called Hunter.
"Are you almost done?" Tru asked.
"Yeah," I replied, "Last call."
"Hello?"
"Hi, this is Freed; is Hunter there?"
"This is him."
"He," I corrected.
"Huh?"
"Never mind, just called Cam and it looks go so far."
"Great. Um, I was wondering if you and your friend would like to come to my next race."
"I'm on the medic team as a volunteer," I replied, "I'll be there."
"Oh," he sounded surprised. "Ok, then. See you this weekend."
"Yeah, later."
As soon as I had hung up with him, Tru pounced on the phone, proclaiming it was her own, but I knew better than to argue.
"Ok......." I said, rolling my eyes.
"What?" she asked, "I need to make an important phone call."
I nodded and wrote the two new numbers into my little black book. Then I consentrated on what to write for the first edition of "The Buzz" our newspaper.
So I took out a piece of paper and thought for a while, but I guess my thought drifted away from my agenda to........who else? Hunter Bradley, and I guess the words just sort of started to flow.
I see you around
In classed and out.
In my favorite hang out
And at the track.
I see you.
The way you move
The way you race
The way you smile
I'm captivated
I'd tell you
But fear keeps me
Trapped in my heart
Set me free
"Oh, my gosh, Freed, this is amazing," Candi said, the next morning as I handed in my assignment. "Where'd you get this?""I wrote it, Candi," I replied.
"I realize that, but I guess I never thought that you could write about love so well. And who is this lucky boy?"
"That I could not tell, even him. I'm just too shy."
"Whoa, hold up. Freedra Kyes, too shy?" Candi scoffed. "I hardly believe it."
"Well, start. I'm not all brutal honesty. So, is it good to be put in?"
"Uh, yeah!"
"Cool; I'll see you later. I'm running late for math."
"Ok, I'll get this in," she replied.
And I headed to Math when I ran into someone.
Well, I'll leave it there. Hope you like it. Later, Freed. P.S. Camfan, I can't give you updates, because I guess I'm not on your buddy list or something, but you should be able to recognize who u are in this. If not your name sounds like a name from in here.
Well, anyways, that's all I've gotten so far. Ciao!!!!