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Enjoy Chapter 10.
Eventually, I want to see something interesting. Because lately, even though I know that Ever has a crush-like love for me (At least, that's a good sign), I would like to test her to see what will her reaction will be.
I want to know and memorize every reaction made on her face – if she's happy, sad, angry and such. I also want to know if I am (forgiven?) and I'm interested if she'll react at my bait.
As expected, she made it in English. "Um, excuse me," Ever says, her face drops to her usual expression as she makes a very sarcastic scene. I shrug as I still talk to Stacia while ignoring Ever; I am in Stacia Miller's snake pit.
I reached for the girl's ear as I flicked a pure, white, dewy rosebud, handing it over to her.
And when he hands it to her, she squeals so loud you'd think he just gave her a diamond.
Ever's thoughts emanate as she rolled her eyes in disgust secretly as she gazed down at the floor, fiddling her iPod and cranking the sound until she can no longer hear us.
Oh but you don't know yet what that white rose means. And I know you'll laugh out loud when you know it's really destined to be given to Stacia. It means girlhood; sympathy – I sympathize for someone who wishes love when she doesn't know anything about it – and humility – that she doesn't need to higher up her earthly rank on earth because she can be herself.
"Oh-my-gawd! No way! How'd you do that?" Stacia shrieks, waving it around so everyone can see. I still pretended not to see or hear Ever as I smiled faking real. Well, until she snapped out of it and mumbled, "I need to get by." Her eyes meet mine, as I pulse a warm gaze before it turns to ice and moves out of her way.
I can see that she stormed toward our desk, her feet moving like they're supposed to, one in front of the other, maybe in frustration. She settles onto her chair and continues the routine, retrieving paper, books, and a pen.
Mr. Robins came and asked the reluctant me (just seconds ago) to return to my – our desk.
"What the Jug?" Haven says, censoring her words (I know) while moving her bangs to the side and staring straight ahead, as I noticed they are looking at me. Haven looks insecure as Miles just observes while Ever just eats her snacks.
Who wouldn't? Everyone free in lunch time just goes to Stacia Miller's table just to see how I'm hanging around with them. And believe me I'm playing it just cool. Except that I knew that my friends are looking out at me from their far table, wondering what just happened. Since yesterday, I'm all with them, and now, I'm near the girl they hate in their life.
"I knew it wouldn't last." Miles shakes his head and gazes at me, going wow all over…
… The A-list with his natural charm, magic pen, and stupid fugging rosebuds.
Ever thought as she seems to want having a flower; Well, I don't think rose will be perfect for her even if she wanted it.
"I knew it was too good to be true. In fact, I said exactly that the very first day. Remember when I said that?"
"No." Haven mumbles, still staring at me. "I don't remember that at all."
"Well, I did." Miles swigs his Vitamin Water, and nods. "I said it. You just didn't hear me."
My physical body moves and talks just the way I programmed it like a robot, responding to everyone outside my system and outside in my surroundings. However, my mental mind stays focused at what they – Miles and Haven (Do I really need to at that vampire princess? Oh, well) Especially Ever. That's what you call multi-tasking.
She gazes down at her sandwich and shrugs, not wanting to get into the whole "who said what when" debate and definitely not willing to look anywhere near me, Stacia, or anyone else at that table. She is into reeling what happened earlier and now, I'm reeling it into, too.
Okay, so you got to know the story hours ago. Here it is. Enjoy.
In the middle of Mr. Robins' roll call, I leaned over to her, my eyes tried to captivate hers as Plan A was already devised in my mind, just waiting for me to execute it. I folded a notebook paper in my hands in a triangle, handling it to her with a Stacia name written on it.
"Pass it yourself." Ever said, refusing to touch it. Wondering how a single piece of notebook paper, folded into a triangle, could possibly cause so much pain for her. Remember how I told you about how the physic powers do? Now, it would come in handy.
I flicked the paper, landing on her fingers. "Come on, I promised you won't get caught."
"It's not about getting caught." She glared at me, shooting me a sharp look from her blue eyes. And it is the very cute thing that can make me blush in an instant if I'm dazzled by her off my guard.
"Then what is it about?" I asked whilst my dark eyes on her.
It's about not wanting to touch it! Her thoughts screamed in her head, closing her eyes. Not wanting to know what it says! Because the moment my fingers make contact, I'll see the words in my head-the whole, sexy, adorable, flirty, unfiltered message. And even though it'll be bad enough to hear it in her thoughts, at least then I can pretend that it's compromised, diluted by her dim-witted brain. But if I touch that piece of paper, then I'll know the words are true and I just can't bear to see them.
And those things she just thought made me chuckle in my own world inside my brain. Sorry for your expectation, but it's not a whole, sexy, adorable, flirty, unfiltered message for Miller. Not only I promised she won't get caught but I wanted to promise her that it will not hurt to see it if she will ever do. She'll even feel delighted and mystified.
"Pass it yourself," She finally said, tapping it with the tip of her pencil and sending it off the edge of her desk. I laughed and bent down, retrieving the note. I stuffed it inside my pocket, relieving her for a while.
I shake my head, going back to reality wherein I'm talking with others as they snapped Ever out of it, too. I smiled to Stacia, brushing my fingers to her ear as I retrieve a white rosebud. As I know, everyone claps and wonder how I did that in seconds ago; Next, by her sleeve, I grab a couple of white rosebuds.
"Um, hel-lo, earth to Ever!" Ever shakes her head and squints at Miles, who is shaking her. "I asked what happened. I mean not to point fingers or anything, but you are the last one who saw him today ... "
She gazes at Miles, wishing she knew and I knew eventually, she'll know everything. She just needs to be patient and wait for the right time. She remembers yesterday in art, the way our eyes sought each other, the way my touch warmed her skin; she was so sure we'd shared something personal, magical even.
Except that, I'm surprised that Drina enters in her thoughts – how she was fabulous the day we both dated in St. Regis Hotel and how she compared herself to that redhead – that Ever thinks she was a fool and naïve to believe in fantasies. How I love to protest!
"Uh, Damen… You okay?" Stacia asks me, her eyes finding mine. I avert my eyes away so easily, grinning at her. I tell her, "I'm fine, nothing to worry about. I'm sorry for spacing out so suddenly." All others ask the same, concerning me. Stacia waves her hands and squeals so loud, "Oh, not at all!" She giggles. "You're not into spacing out! Believe me! It's okay! It's really okay!"
More like you're not okay. Breathe, Miller, breathe. If you faint in a second trying to please me and tell me it's not my fault, I'd be accused and imprisoned for killing you in a simple look with my eyes. Then, I'll prove that looks could really kill.
Anyhow, I brush my fingers from behind her purse as I manifested white rosebuds and putting all rosebuds together, creating a dozen of bouquet roses. Stacia gives me a gratitude hug. Ever sees everything as she averts her gaze from this crowd to Miles, saying, "I didn't do anything."
Haven and Miles are far less willing to admit and believe in her words. We can both hear Miles's thoughts, weighing Ever's words, trying to decide if he should believe her. Then Miles sighs and says, "Do you feel as dejected, jilted, and heartbroken as me?"
I excuse myself from the crowd, several minutes before Ever does because she'll go to the fifth-class, giving me just enough and more time. I go to Art class, a few tick tock of the clock to beat with, as I open the door to find that Ms. Machado isn't even there yet. And I can hear the clack of her high-heels as she approaches. This time, I don't want anyone to see I'm doing Plan B.
Time sure is short. I can feel that Ever will go here just the time I'll go. I slide my hand into my pocket, getting the note I prepared earlier. STACIA is still written there, but with the magic of my fingers, some of my abilities up to my sleeve and few points from my handwriting, I made it perfect. I put the triangle note balanced on the edge of Ever's easel.
I went out of the room, passing everyone and smiling to myself, satisfied she'll get it. As soon as I left, everything happened all to my plans. I can hear everything a human can't hear once out of his earshot, but to me, it's clearer than mirror.
"Looks like you dropped something!" Ms. Machado sings, I can sense her smile bright and expectant, having no idea that I put it there on purpose while Ever has nothing to do with it really.
"It's not mine," Ever mumbles, figuring the teacher can get it to Stacia herself, or better yet, throw it away (in her view).
"So there's another Ever I'm not aware of."
A small detailed sketch of a one beautiful red tulip came up unveiled from my stupid piece of note with EVER scrawled on it with my unmistakable handwriting, as Ever sure is shock, gasping.
Hurray for the fugging flowers! If you don't want them, Ever, then let we have it instead, Damen! xD
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