Chapter 1: First meeting

I stepped out of my room, feeling all sleepy and angry. "Why is Jane waking me up for dinner? I can skip it!" I thought to myself. So i stomped out of bed and went down the stairs. I heard Zac's voice. I got even more pissed off. I remembered warning Jane not to let Zac come into my house no matter what. He took my seat, and acted like it was his home. My mind contained nothing at that moment but i had the urge to punch Zac. My lazybones gave way to him. Count him lucky then. I looked around, everyone had food except me. I know sooner or later, i'll start screaming at Jane for not bringing my food to me. But i controlled, i waited for a mere 5minutes before started shouting at her. I got so embarrassed after that, as one stranger, walked out of the Kitchen and stared at me.

He looked like Anthony. The guy that Zac's been hanging out with lately. I've heard about him from Jane and Zac, but i have not seen him nor talk to him before. That was the first meeting, a surprised one too.

He treated me like i had some disease. I was sitting alone at one corner while my brother, Zac and Anthony sat together. I still wanted to murder Zac for taking my seat. I looked terrible that day, because i just woke up from my nap. Despite that fact, i wanted to have a good look at him, the guy that Jane's being talking about. But everytime i tried looking, he'll be coincidentally looking at me too. It's so embarrass to let someone know that i've been looking at him for the past moments. Jane started the conversation. I didnt care that much, because i thought i looked super ugly that very day and i just didnt want to talk, "Shanette, this is Anthony and Anthony, this is Shanette."

"Gosh, he looked so much better looking in person than in photo." My heart was speaking. I wanted to smile and laugh but i couldnt. "JANE!!! Please follow me to the studyroom. I've got something important to tell you." I didnt know how loud i sounded, i only know that i actually fell in love at first sight. I could not confirm anything at all. I dont know him, i dont know his personality, i dont know his character, i dont know nothing about him.

He left awhile after my dad returned home. My dad had chosen a terribly wrong time to come home. I actually thought that what happened afew minutes ago was a dream. I logged into my Facebook account, search for his name at Zac's profile and looked at his photos. "Unbelievable. He seriously doesnt look like him." I decided to add him in order to make friends with him. I had no idea how it'd turn out but my 6th sense tells me it wont be a good one.

I checked my Facebook later that night and i realised that he rejected my invitation. I wasnt sure about that. So i added another time round. This time he accepted and he sent me a Facebook message asking who i was. I guess he already knew who i was because he added a "Are you Zac's Neighbour?" behind his message. I told him i was and thats where i started to know him.

We chatted on MSN, trying to understand each other better. Not long after, he had to go offline so he suggested we text on the phone. I did not have unlimited text. I was sure he had. Despite having no unlimited text, i still chatted with him for quite awhile. He didnt reply after the last message which was sent at 11.48pm. I thought he fell asleep or something. Well, it turned out that he wasnt and he actually called me to have a chat.

We chatted for less than an hour. But i felt happy that he called. The feeling's very weird. I thought he was a very caring person too. Sometimes, i just cannot understand what he is trying to do. He called me at night because he needed someone to talk to or something, yet he told me that i should get some sleep because i'm a woman. And a woman have got to look vibrant the next morning. He had a very bubbly character. That was what made him different from the other boys that i knew.

I know from that moment, my heart was already with him. Still, it was too early to say anything. All i could do was to wait for time to pass and let me understand him better.

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