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Part 5

Sandra's P.O.V.

"Are you out of your mind?" Aimee yelled.

"Of course I'm not." I replied.

"Then why did you let Mike Stuart to be your date at the prom? That's suicide!"

"What's wrong with him?"

"You've been acting so weird lately Sandra. You already knew what's wrong. It's him! You used to have tastes on men but now...I think you're falling for the wrong guy!"

"I don't see anything wrong about him. Actually he's fine. Trust me...he's different from all other guys." I said trying to be more convincing.

"Whatever! Don't tell me I didn't warn you..." She said surrendering at last. "I'll go and meet Tarah then we'll head to our next class. I'll see you later." She added then walked away.

I know my actions these days are weird. I myself noticed that something's changing in me. I don't know...maybe I'm already tired of playing games. Honestly, I know no one's been serious about having a good relationship with me. All those guys just wanted to be with me for egos' sake and popularity, period. That's all they ever wanted.

But this guy...he's different. I've never felt this way before. He seemed to not care that I'm the popular chick and he treats me like a normal - friend...only FRIEND?..?

But anyway, I can tell he's funny...especially that night.

I like him...or perhaps, Aimee's right. I'm already falling for him? Oh gosh...maybe that's a bad idea! I feel like he's not into me...and that girl she's with - Ashley, they said they're just friends but I feel there's something more than that...a deep bond between them...

Argh! Stop thinking too much Sandra! He already told you himself...they're JUST FRIENDS! And besides, he asked you already to be his date at the prom.

*Sigh*

Yeah right...he was drunk that night, remember?

Hey! Why can't I stop thinking about him?! I better -

"Ow!" I grumbled after an instant pain in my head. I didn't notice I was walking along the hallway with my eyes glued on the books I was carrying, until someone bumped me and all my things were scattered on the floor.

"I'm sorry... I didn't mean to...please let me help you." I heard someone say. I knew he's a boy. His voice tells me so.

"It's alright...it's my fault, I wasn't looking. Sorry." I apologized without looking at him. Instead, I picked my things up, one by one on the floor as fast as I could so we don't have to make a scene.

"Here..." He said then he stretched his arm to give me my pen. I stood up then finally looked at him to say thanks.

"Thank you -

My eyes suddenly focused on his face.

"Mike!" I said with confidence. It's him...it's Mike!

"Excuse me?" He spoke - confused?

Now that's not normal. What's with all the expressions? He doesn't seem to recognize his name.

"I'm sorry. My name is Brad. You're Sandra right?" He smiled.

I took a closer look at him. Oh spare me! He's not Mike...so that was just my imagination? ...or effect of the sudden standing ovation?

"Oh-sorry! Yah it's Sandra. Thanks!" I smiled then grabbed the pen and walked away as fast as I could without looking back. I felt feverish blood came rushing through my face and ears. Darn, today's 'word for the day' is HURRY!

I rushed to the powder room to fix my face. I need to freshen up.

As I walk my way there, I saw Mike's face everywhere. I even startled when the door suddenly opened up before me and saw someone that looks like him with his girlfriend (I think) then they came out of the room...or maybe I just thought he looks like him.

Capital STOP! Can anyone help me stop these commotions in my head???

Speaking of... ____

I haven't seen him yet. I mean, the real him. Thank goodness my next class would be...Biology. Oh I forgot, he's absent in our previous class. I wonder what happened. Was he sick or something?

- - - - -

The whole day passed by without seeing 'him'...literally. What happened to him? What did he do the whole day? Argh! Why do I worry so much? Hey what was that again? I'm worried about him? No...I think I'm just curious...or I'm just used to his presence everyday...or what???

Okay...okay I'm worried. I hope he'll come to class tomorrow. And the first thing I'm gonna do is ask for his cell phone number. WAaHhat?? Why cell phone number?

So I can call him whenever I want to? No!

Tomorrow morning I'll ask him first if everything's alright.