Intersecting Lines

Of A Different Kind

" I don't know what it is about him.

I wouldn't say that he's very good looking.

I doubt he has a body as well.

Weave. Save me"

I looked at weave and took a sip out of my soy Caramel Frappe. The cool of the drink complemented the warmth at Starbucks.

"He seems nice. How old is he? "

"26 or 28 I suppose. I just realized how wrong this is. I cannot fall for a teacher. I came to study"

I sunk my heavy head into the cup of my hands.

(What have I landed myself into?)

One thing I'm always grateful for is these little Starbucks meet-ups that me and Weave always have.

From the first time we met in secondary 3, I could tell how loyal as a friend he was.

He would always be there, just a text away.

My my, realize now how much I owe and love him.

My best friend.

I expected him to tell me to forget about Zop.

That's what a good friend would do right?

But no.

He insisted I hope for the best and swim in the gooey river of love.

Well, that's what a best friend would do.

As I said my farewell to Weave, I plugged in my earpiece...

Misery by Maroon 5.

How apt.

And so I went back home thinking of him.

Also, what I would do regarding this.

As with every other teenage girl who's just beginning to fall in love, I tweeted my feelings in the most indirect way possible.

1 mention.

@Heyguysitsfries : YOU HAVE A CRUSH ON A TEACHER TOO?

And that's how it began.

From 1 mention to a landslide of replies.

From replies to the inevitable texting.

She was so funny.

Hilarious really, and to think that someone also felt the same way as me, was truly comforting.

She was my classmate and till today it surprises me how we don't talk much in real life.

Shame.

Our openness was avast through the technological world of text, twitter, Facebook and tumblr.

Not so much in reality though.

Nevertheless, our teacher fantasies brought us closer together and I could easily express my innermost desires to her.

We'd be texting almost every other moment.

1 text message?

Definitely it's Fries.

There were so many funny instances between us, particularly one was when I was caught by a teacher while texting her.

I guess it was pretty obvious to everyone.

I was wearing a big grin and my face was glowing from the light of my phone screen.

I heard a few footsteps.

No big deal.

Then suddenly, WHAM!O

A painful slap on my head.

"Where's your chemistry?" asked Mdm Zalinah.

I stared at her with a blank look.

The very same look on my Chemistry notes.

Haha, good times, I'd say.

Never did I know of course, that this beautiful friendship meant something else, totally negative in the perception of the Traveler.