Aynie
"Thank goodness that test was over. I swear it drained my brain cells." I half-cheered, half complained. We just had our last Biology quiz for this semester and it actually felt like an exam; an exam for medical students. Really, being a doctor is not in my bucket list.
"How many hours have you slept?" Anne asked as she held my face and looked at me in the eyes.
"Just 2." I answered as I tried to cover my eye bags with concealer.
"Wow. You are very.... "
"Stupid." Grace replied.. I pouted. They really like to tease me about my studying habits. They know I love to procrastinate especially in Biology. No matter how long I study, I can't still get the terms right. but who am i kidding? Biology is like... rocket science. i dunno. BUT OMG do you guys know that I've always dreamed of cutting open a person's tummy and TOUCH THE ORGANS???!----- okay lets not get into that. i might puke. blugh.
"Have you told Harry about the rumor?" Grace asked and I nodded.
"Yeah. He was pretty much pissed." I answered timidly.
"Hey Aynie, I gotta ask you something..." Anne said, taking a big bite out of her apple. She's having apple for lunch. May I repeat, FOR LUNCH. While I, Aynie, ordered pasta, orange juice, chips, and nuggets, And I'm very proud.
"Shoot"
"Have you ever thought that maybe the reason Harry doesn't want you to talk to him in public is because he doesn't want gossips and rumors to spread. Like you know, you married him because he's a prince, or because you threatened him, or because you owe his family a big amount of money?"
"Nope. " Impossible. "And my dearest Anne, you have a wild imagination. I'd rather go to jail than marry him because I owe him money."
"What did Harry do after you told him?" Gee (short for Grace) asked.
"He called Jake and told him to find out who spread the rumors and bla bla bla".
"Your life is just sad." Anne said, looking at me with pity.
"Yeah, and I think that's why you're my friends." 'tis true. My life is sad but they are there to make it colorful. They both rolled their eyes at me but I know that's a point for me.
*DINGDONGGGGG*
"Oh shoooot! Grand mere's gonna kill me". I murmured to myself over and over again as I sped down on the school corridors.
Please no teacher, no teacher, no teacher.
I swear I only blinked for a second then BAM! WHY IS THIS HAPPENING TO ME? it's either I hit someone or someone hits me.
"Oh I'm so sorry Miss! I didn't mean to-----" I didn't hear anything after that because my mind went blank. I passed out.
"I'm going to jail, I'm going to jail" I heard a voice say over and over again. My head is spinning already and his repetitive murmurs' are getting annoying.
"Why would you be put to jail?" I suddenly said and I swear he nearly fell of his chair. He put his hand on his heart and inhaled deeply.
"Thank God you're awake! I thought I would be put to jail because it's been 2 hours since you passed out. I'm really sorry—"
"PLEASE STOP FOR A SECOND." I half-yelled, or as much as my voice could take.
"Sorry!" He said again and I sighed. I looked at my watch and saw that it's already 7PM.
My eyes nearly popped out from my sockets. I've been "passed out" FOR 2 FREAKIN' hours which means Grandmere is gonna kill me! I tried to sit up but failed when my head decided to to.
"OWWW!" I yelled as I felt pain shoot me right through my brain... I guess??
"Be careful. The doctor said you need to rest for another hour. We were about to bring you to the hospital but you kept on murmuring stuff so we knew that it's not that serious." He said. He's still a blur to me so I can't see his face very clearly.
"Who are you?" I asked.
"James, Oliver James. And you are?"
"Aynie, just Aynie."
"That's a cool name."
"Thanks..."
AWKWARD SILENCE.
"Soo... what happened?" I asked, suddenly intrigued of what caused me to black out.
"Well, you were running, I was too and we bumped into each other." He explained and I raised my brows. It has happened to me before (actually, it was Harry's fault), but I didn't pass out.
"How and why did I pass out that long?" I suddenly wondered.
"Uhm... Your head collided with my chest."
"But why—" I started to say but immediately stopped when I got a good look at him. He's wearing a tight shirt you can't blame me. I wiped my imaginary drool of my mouth.
"I... b-bumped int-to your-r chest?" I stuttered. I still can't believe it. But hey, I'm a lucky girl, I got to feel his chest. NO. that sounded wrong but I collided with his chest, that's still considered as "touched" or something. But I think I should just accept the fact that I am lucky.
"Yes you are". He suddenly said. Oh gosh I didn't just say that out loud! You and your stupid mouth Aynie!
"You're not stupid.... It's normal I guess?" He said and I burst out laughing, normal? He consider that as normal??!!! This boy is something. Saying words, which you don't mean to say out loud, is not normal.
"It is.. I do it sometimes." PLEASE MOUTH JUST SHUT UP
"I think you can just read my thoughts," I argued and crossed my arms over my chest.
"Maybe I can." He said back and smiles. GOSH please take this bloody, smoking hot man away from me. I rolled my eyes at him and he smirked. I didn't see him smirk, but I think he did..
"It's that hard?" I blurted out. what a stupid question Aynie, seriously? Way to make an impression.
"Well, you proved it." He chuckled. God, even his laugh is sexy!
"How many times a week do you work out?" I asked, still not taking my eyes of him. Call me a perv, but those arms are just... UGH. I work out 3 to 4 hours a day." He answered.
"How bout you avert your eyes to my face instead?"
I averted my eyes from his body and to his face.
HOLY MOTHER OF SMURFS. He's SMOKING HOT. Chili pepper hot!
By the way I talked to him you may think I have actually seen his face, but I haven't. BE JEALOUS. There's an angel sent from above in front of me.
"Please don't faint." He said and that snapped me out of my "fantasy".
"Ha! You wish!" I said and he chuckled.
"Oh wait, you already did!" He laughed, a very sexy laugh may I add. He has gorgeous baby blue eyes, a full and kissable lips, light pink cheeks and his hair is on a quiff.
I think I'm in heaven.
That sounded good, but no.
Why you may ask..
Even though there's a gorgeous man in front of me, WHO, MAYBE COULD LIKE ME, I still can't.
Because I'm freakin' married.
*EDITED 11/10/19