When We First Met

Chapter Two: The First and Third

"Level up?" the others asked.

Olivia showed them a video on her phone. "He was the substitute guitarist last night. Look, he’s good-looking and has a lot of girls trying to get his attention. This is the type of guy that could shake off Gavin. Are you in?"

Tine rolled her eyes, "Do I have a choice?"

"But how do we approach him? We don’t even know his name," Phil pointed out.

Olivia smirked, "Don’t underestimate your friend Olivia. Here, his name is Eustace Villaluna. He’s from our university, under the Faculty of Political Science."

Tine jumped up, "What are we waiting for? Let’s go!"

"Wait!" Fleur interjected, "We don’t even know what he’s like."

Eustace seemed to be very private and doesn’t have social media, so they have no choice but to talk to him in person.

"Guys! Look! I found something on the internet," Olivia said, showing them Eustace’s class schedule. "His class is about to end. What are we waiting for? Let’s go!"

They hurried to the university, only to find out that the schedule was fake.

"It’s fake?!"

"Yeah, but my source said that he’s supposed to be in the main building now," Olivia said. So, they rushed to the main building.

Tine's monologue. "That’s how it all started. I was running for the one, and I stopped at... him."

"Hey, Eustace!" Tine shouted, but Eustace ignored her.

"HEY, ASSHOLE!" she yelled, and he finally turned around.

"What is it?"

Tine froze, unable to speak.

"I'm in a rush, so spit it out."

"Can we... uh..."

"Keep looking at me like that and I'll kiss you till you drop. You're annoying." With that, Eustace walked away, leaving Tine and her friends speechless.

"Urghh! He’s really an asshole," Tine fumed.

"Do you want to change your target?" Phil asked.

"No. Do we have any other information on him?"

"None. He’s very private. How do we contact him?"

Tine took a deep breath, "Do you have any leads, Olivia?"

"Well, I found a secret group on Facebook about him called #EUSTACE'SWIVES." Soon after, Olivia found Eustace’s email address.

"Email?! What is this, 2010?" Tine scoffed.

"Do you want to email him or risk talking to him in person?" Phil asked.

"And it’s really hard to talk to him," Fleur added.

Tine sighed, "I guess email it is."

That night, Tine sent an email to Eustace: "Hey, Eustace. I’m Tine, the girl you said you would kiss till I drop. I really need your help. Can we meet somewhere? It’s up to you where and when."

A few minutes later, Tine dozed off at her desk, only to be awakened by a knock at her door. She opened it to find Eustace.

"Why are you here?"

"You emailed me, right?"

"Yes, but why in my room?"

He pushed her against the wall, about to kiss her when his face changed to Gavin’s. Tine screamed and woke up from the nightmare. She checked her email to find a reply from Eustace: "I can't believe someone would message me asking to do something unholy. Kiss you till you drop? Are you that needy? You psycho!"

The next day, Tine saw Eustace outside the university and approached him. He gave her ten seconds to talk, which was not enough.

"Can you please help?" was all she managed to say before he got into his car and left.

That afternoon, Tine was with Gavin, who kept following her everywhere.

"Tine, I think the thugs might come back. What if we stay together tonight?"

Tine smiled sarcastically, "Wait, I’ll call my parents." When Gavin looked away, Tine ran off. She spotted one of her seniors Fio and jumped into her car.

"Going to the shared dinner?"

"Yes, let's go!"

At the shared dinner, many students were present, including Eustace with his friends. While introducing herself, Tine messed up, making Eustace laugh. Later, Tine confronted him.

"What are you laughing at?"

"It’s cute," Eustace said, patting her head.

She grabbed his phone, "What are you doing?"

"Getting your number."

"Hey!" They struggled over the phone until Tine accidentally dropped and stepped on it. Embarrassed, she promised to fix it.

"You fix it, and you’ll get your phone back," Eustace said.

"Don’t you trust me?"

"No," he replied, walking away.

Back in her room, Tine sighed, "I have his number but also a phone to fix."

Phil asked, "Are you sure nothing will happen to it?"

"It’s password-protected," Tine assured them. Later, she discovered a weird post on her Facebook: "He’s so yummy. I want to eat Eustace."

"An asshole!" she shouted.