An Obligation?

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The rest of the week was uneventful, and soon it reaches Tuesday. As I am doing my survey at the school library, time and again, I sniffed this scent again and it’s getting closer and closer to where I stood. I paused. My mind was searching; “Where the hack it comes from?” my thoughts were unmanaged, “Would it be someone I knew?” A creepy feeling telling me this isn’t true.

Reaching out my hand for the book that stood right in front of me, I heard a soft whisper saying, as though he heard my troubles “Yeah, you aren’t dreaming.”

Damn it! I turned my head towards the direction the voice spokes. There I saw him standing right before me, this blonde bloke from Panama. “Hi, Bridget!” he greets with a grin. Then, before me being able to put my thoughts into words, he has left, leaving me with 101 question marks, and not to be left out, confusions.

I didn’t let it bug me for long. Instead, I headed towards the counter with the inches thick reference books in my arms. Along the corridor, I enjoyed the sound of rustling leaves and the shaded trees make a good place for me to get my ass on the ground and finishing my assignments before the due for the next upcoming subject.

During Geography, we were coached to introduce ourselves. According to the temporary lecturer, Mr. Kelvin Dan will only be available next week.

Heard of rumours he has been invited, by the Ministry of Education since a few years back, to provide higher quality education for this newly developed syllabus. Before leaving, he has advised us to gear up relevant workbooks which have been written on the board.

I am heading the lockers’ room, and there he was, standing right in the middle of the corridor, smiling to me.

“Hi, to you too,” I greeted without giving a second thought, as a gesture of well manners “well, I hated saying this but it’s kind of weird seeing you here, where I least expected.”

“What to do?” he grinned, “besides, my father is the principle of this school and I guess you wouldn’t risk by shifting school, wouldn’t you?” Craig explained the reason behind his reappearance, with a chuckled. “And, I am wondering do I have the privilege to buy you a drink later … at the café or somewhere, you know it’s kind of inconvenience here?”

“Fabulous, but I really need to go!” I kept walking as I spoke.

I just couldn’t express how eager I am to accept the offer but I hesitated. Perhaps, the rejection is most probably caused by the tough financial situation we’re facing. It was difficult and embarrassing, though, to accept the fact that we are struggling to make ends meet. I simply couldn’t let this perfect encounter be ruined. It’s undeniable that we are “match made in heaven” when we are at Cynthia’s Place, at least as far as I presumed.

One day, after school, mom sought me to look for Jaclyn who might be at the back yard or somewhere near. According to mom, she has gone collecting some specimen for tomorrow’s lab test. I obediently strolled down our back yard however no way I could see her shadow. Fearing she might have gone near the abandon farmhouse, I jogged straight without haste.

Those dried leaves that have fallen on the path were somewhat a foot high, without appropriate maintenance. When I am searching, a familiar voice from behind greeted me.

“Should I turn around?” this was one of the million questions asked.

(to be continued)