Chapter Nineteen- Deliveries and Pedestrian Lanes
"Get a grip, Madi!" I scowled at my reflection on the comfort room mirror. Two girls glanced at me. They probably think I was crazy for talking to myself. I ignored them and sprinkled some cold water on my face.
I was flustered with was going on with me. The closer I get to Michael, the more confused I get. Strange and foreign emotions were circling inside me. I felt like screaming or exploding.
Pull yourself together! I told myself one more time before finally heading to class.
Just after I got to my seat, my phone vibrated inside my pocket. I swallowed hard after seeing who texted. I felt excited and hesitant at the same time. With a deep breath, I opened the message.
I don't know why you ran off like that but I've thought of something to help you cool down. Hope it works. See you later, Angel. :)
All morning, I wondered what Michael's text was about. I lied about feeling hot when he dropped me to school earlier. He must've believed it so now he was planning something. Surprises were his thing so I was a little worried on what he was trying to do.
Although it was a really hot day. Even with all the air-condition, I was still sweating. Endless lectures and hot sunny day? Perfect combination for a siesta.
A knock on the door interrupted my professor's lecture. It was my last class for the day so I was trying my best to concentrate but I was glad for the distraction. We all were.
A man in a suit and tie appeared when one student opened the door. "Excuse me sir, I have a delivery for Miss Daniel."
What?
"What delivery?" Kyla whispered to me and I shrugged. What could possibly be delivered for me in the middle of a class?
"Make it quick, Miss Daniel." the professor said and I scrambled my way to the man waiting by the door.
When did delivery guys wear suits? The man handed me a small paper bag with a card which I quickly read.
This always reminds me of you. Enjoy it. -M.M.
He waved his hand to call some people behind him. Two other men in same black suit and tie came in the room each carrying huge box. They started giving all my classmates some sort of cold drink.
Everyone seemed to be delighted including the professor. The room seemed to have awoken from a peaceful sleep. Kyla eyed me and I shook my head. I had no idea what was going on.
Even the professor looked so alive as he took a sip of the drink. Is it possible that he was also bored with his lecture?
My eyes widened in shock when I got a good look of what the men handed everyone. I peeked in the bag and found something that brought back one insane day.
No way. This is crazy!
"Class dismissed."
*****
I ended up being heroine for the day. Savior from an hour and a half of torture. The professor dismissed the class early. Too early in my opinion but I'm not complaining. Nobody was.
In fact everyone was feeling grateful. To me. For the first time in forever.
I can't believe Michael sent thirty people a tall cup of Frappuccino from the fancy café. I'd have a mental breakdown doing the math of how much he could've spent for all that.
Yeah. It was a blessing in disguise. My classmates enjoyed it. My best friend enjoyed it. But it felt completely and insanely wrong.
Michael had the most expensive and craziest idea of staying cool. A sundae would've sufficed but Starbucks was way too much. Talk about prodigal. He's not going to hear the end of this from me.
"So Miss SB, care to tell me what just happened?" Kyla muttered as we head out the room with half of the class behind us celebrating the early dismissal.
"Michael happened." I answered, very irritated. It was the only explanation I got. She started chuckling earning her an arched eyebrow from me. "What's so funny?"
"A guy does a sweet gesture for you and you're nose is flaring."
More like annoyingly sweet. "Oh I'm sorry. Am I supposed to melt to the ground because some guy decided to spend his money to buy everyone an overpriced drink?"
How can expensive drink and sandwich remind him of me? Do I look like a black sandwich or a whip cream?
Without any further thought, I took out my phone and typed a short text.
Can we talk later?
He was quick to reply. Too quick actually.
Of course. I'll be in my office waiting for you.
Okay. His text made my stomach flutter. I knew he didn't mean it that way but I found it sweet.
He's waiting for me.
Gosh, what am I a teenager?
I have a 20-minute bus ride to prepare what I wanted to talk about. I'm really bad at this stuff but I'm done being confused. It's frustrating to be filled with all these questions. Expressing my feelings wasn't my expertise but I'm going to try for the sake of my sanity.
I mean seriously? I needed a clear understanding of what the hell is going on with me. Michael obviously got under my skin. I couldn't just pretend he didn't. I wanted to know why?
Why my heart melts when he says something sweet, why my chest pounds when I see him and why my stomach flutters when he's close to me? The way he calls me Angel makes my knees wobbly.
Then there's the fact that he was attractive, smart and thoughtful. He told me he cared for me. That meant a lot to me. Nobody else cares for me aside from Kyla. How can someone like him give a damn about someone like me?
I jumped off the bus across the mall. I made my way to the pedestrian lane waiting for the sign. I'd usually take the overpass meters from the bus stop but I was running late since I took a detour to the library.
Soon, the green outline of a person lit up and I walked along with a few pedestrians. A loud horn startled everyone including me.
Something hit the middle part of my body hard enough to throw me a good distance. As soon as my head hit the ground, I felt a sting on my forehead immediately.
Shit. Did I just-?
It all happened so fast. Next thing I knew, someone was screaming about calling an ambulance. I tried to fully open my eyes but my eyelids felt heavy.
I just did.
"Holy shit." I felt an arm under my head. "Oh god. I'm so sorry, Miss. Can you hear me?" he mumbled in a panicked voice. I wanted to respond but my mouth felt dry. I heard him curse some more and yelling for help before everything turned black.
*****
"Shit, bes. What is it with you and car accidents? God, I'm gonna die of worry. I'd be there in a minute."
"Ky, I'm fine." I assured my best friend on the phone.
The nurse was kind enough to lend me her phone since mine crashed inside my pocket. I felt very sad seeing the iPhone with cracks on the screen. Most especially since I only borrowed it. I'm not sure if it was still working though.
"You don't have to come here. Just please call my supervisor for me. And my bosses at Harlow." I was asking her to inform my bosses of my little car accident.
Okay maybe not that little but I wasn't hurt that bad. I have scratches on my forehead and arm. My hip was swollen and a bruise was taking shape but I feel fine. I'm just grateful to be still alive. It was kind of stupid to think I got hit on the pedestrian lane.
I was sitting on the hospital bed on a ward with the nurse checking on my temperature. I just woke up five minutes ago. The nurse said the guy who hit me was with the doctor for the results of the necessary tests they did on me. X-ray and the like.
"Seriously? You got hit by a car and you're thinking about work." Kyla whined on the other line.
"Please, Ky. I'll be home soon once they clear me."
"Okay. Okay. Are you sure you don't need me there?"
"I'm sure." I answered. The curtain opened and two men entered the room. "Hey, I have to go. I'll see you later. Bye."
I returned the nurse's phone and thanked her for her kindness. The doctor and the other man with a relieved expression on his face who I assumed hit me neared me.
The doctor introduced himself. "How are you feeling?" he asked.
I told him I was a little dizzy and he explained it was because of the painkillers running through my system. Aside from the ache I feel on my hip when I move, I was fine. The doctor prescribed some cream for my bruise and scratches after telling me I had no broken bone and major injuries.
Yay.
I was glad to hear that I didn't have to be confined in the hospital overnight. I could be discharged in an hour after the bill has been settled.
"I'm really really sorry." the man apologized before trying to explain why he wasn't able to stop before the pedestrian.
He was tall and lean built probably a few years older than me. To be honest, he was good-looking and didn't seem to be the reckless driver type but if I had the strength, I'd probably yell at him. All I wanted was to go home. "I'd totally understand if you'd like to file a police complaint. I'd take you to the station myself."
"Well, I'm alive so you're off the hook. But you're still paying for this." I gestured to the small space where we were.
"Of course. I will take care of everything. I'm really sorry."
"You're forgiven."
See? I could be forgiving when drugged.
"Thank you. I'm Sean Rivera, by the way."
"Madi Daniel." We shook hands and I cringed after feeling a sting on hip when I raised my hand.
Sean left me alone to take care of the bill and buy the prescription. It was almost five in the afternoon but it was still bright outside. Maybe I could still work at the club. I tried to stand straight. Okay. Working was a stupid idea.
I brought out a compact mirror from my bag and checked myself. I was pale, my eyes were droopy and my lips were cracked. In short, I looked terrible. Like I got hit by a bus instead of a car.
Suddenly, the curtains opened making me drop the mirror. I bent down trying to catch it but pain caught me first. "Shit." I cursed at the ache.
"Oh my god. Who did this to you?"
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