Annah's POV.

I sauntered through the library shelves bundled with stacks of books. I searched through the books, sliding the old dusted historical and theory archives. I blew the dust on one of the book gaining a choking cough and earning grunts from the model walking librarian.

Does he always follows me around the library?!

"Maybe it's a bad idea to blow off the dust". I heard a voice and I flinched looking up at Jamal hovering beside me. He took the book from me and dusted it off with his hand. "So what are you up to?".

I turned to the shelves and take one of the books. "Here, tests are on the way".

"So.. We are supposed to read?". He looked down at the book.

I thoughtfully hesitated on answering that question because at one point, many people usually don't take the word 'read' seriously if they spends only few weeks in school but at my own end, I may not be the nerd everybody claim or obliviously declared but likely a savant which I doubted my little brain being on the higher level but I was literally erasing that reveries with the bundle of my studies.

"Obviously, maybe you don't need a reading, but I'm not a genius like you Jamal". I shrugged.

He beamed, "Alright, I guess I have no choice but to join you". We strolled and sat down. "So... Why do you talk to coach about taking me back to the MBs?". He asked looking me right in the eyes. He rarely looked right at me as I was always the one calculating the length of his nose, space between his eyebrows, thickness of his lips...

I'm weird, I know.

I creased my eyebrows, "I...". Gazing off at how charismatic his gaze was, perhaps I had always been cocooned in my little world with my few countable or not so countable friends which I could never think of my gaze alluring to any human talk less of being charismatic in nature. Funny but I know any breathing being or advanced living, can never look into my bulgy eyes and feel intimidated.

I sighed. "I can't remember doing that". I looked back at him stifling a smile.

"Lying is obviously not your thing". He folded his arms, emphasis on the 'thing'.

I huffed. "Alright, I'm just being a good friend". I said truthfully.

That word tasted a bit off in my mouth, because many used the word 'good friend' when they knew deep down they are not one, and along the way sinking down that friendly ascension they built.

"Besides, you're a good player and you can't get to the NBA if you're not back with your team". I voiced out.

He nodded. "So what should I do to pay you for that?".

"I didn't do that for you to pay me Jamal, its just a friendly gesture".

"Well as a friend, will I know the rest of your wishes?".

I held my chin in thought for awhile, because everyone's wish is merrily to acquire likeable things, but deep down I knew if I was ask my wish, and to be true to myself, it will totally be something astoundingly and unanticipatedly different, not just the petty wishes I comfortingly filled my heart and my journal with.

Though that was everyone's anticipations if the word 'wish' is brought up because not only is it this world prospect of a normal way to live but revolves around the same system infinitely.

To fit in the 'normal' system, I uttered. "I know I will sound weird but my last wish is the third reason for you to be alive. I want you to be alive because I wish to spend the rest of my college days with you".

He looked taken aback for a moment and it swiftly faded. "Okay! I uhm.. I am honoured". He bowed, earning a laugh from me and I hastily stifled it, avoiding the orchestra dressed librarian.

It was supposed to be simple, everybody's story supposed to be simple filled with laughter, blooms of mended hearts and impelled mind to hope, however simple was never the case with life, it was never a destined endless gratified hierarchy to people.

After reading for some hours, we left the library, walked through the school passage while Jamal bade me and walked away. I walked off, dubiously watching some ladies crowded with Violet among them, pressing their phones.

"Girl, I can't imagine Mike was cheating on Emily". One of the ladies said showing her phone to Violet while I halted a bit and hastily walked away.

***

I barged into the room meeting Stacy pacing to and fro while Emily was pressing her phone aggressively. I slowly sat on my bed before both the ladies acknowledged me.

"So.. I heard what Mike did!".

After lots of cringing and agitations to utter that sentence, solely because I was never a fan of starting a serious conversation, I was always a listener or perhaps forever preferred to listen, hence that tend to serve as a reduction to many humiliation with humans.

Stacy turned to me. "He's a jerk, this is not the first time he cheated on Emily with that slut, but she did gave him a second chance".

I thought of Mike being a bit off decent, but I never thought of him cheating on Emily. "Who's the girl?". I blurted out without a second thought.

Stacy shrugged still pacing. "Some ex he always goes back to". And I made a gesture between nodding and shrugging.

It felt horrendous how at some point one would just decide to cheat on their partner, breaking their trust, bond and heart and changing their view of people or disbelieving the word love again.

However, to people like me who were single since birth (SSB), it could be a curse or blessing that we will forever be single but the good part is; we tend to be free from a broken heart, read books alone, plan a wedding with the unimaginable handsome fictional characters and cocooned in our little space without some person who fell for you but never learnt to stand up. Sigh...

Cheers; SSB!

"Can you guys help here?!". Emily snorted. "This people are not selling the pistol to me, any idea of a more easy weapon to just finish both of them?".

Drowning them both will do (But maybe they both can swim) Or Throwing them into the Jungle (But there's high chances of them meeting bear grylls). I groaned inwardly.

I jolted back from my silly_weird thoughts while Stacy halted. "Emily!". She sat beside her and I also stood up and sat beside them. "I don't think that's a good idea Emily". Stacy fixed her hair.

I tilted my head. "I think I will agree with Stacy, maybe killing them both won't work".

Plus I wouldn't want to rot in jail!

She sighed and checked her phone. "He's at the cafeteria, lets go girls!!". We both shared glances with Stacy hesitating, as we were unsure of what her plan was. "I'm not killing anybody". She stood up. "Maybe!". She added.

We followed behind Emily avoiding the dubious and frightened looks from the students, whilst some stylishly followed us obviously curious of what Emily will do as everyone knows of Mike's cheat.

Barring studies, attending classes, writing exams, definitely gossiping and sharing rumors should be added to the students agenda because that was one of the things that fascinates students the most, whereas the rumors ridiculously still transmits around the school.

We strode into the crowded cafeteria meeting Mike on a table chatting with some of the guys probably his classmates as I couldn't make out their faces, perhaps I only knew few of the MBs.

"Emily what are you...".

She halted him with a sounded slap, as the cafeteria turned eerily quiet, everyone's attention to us, added to some people raising their phones, probably recording, while we looked at her stunned.

"Don't you ever talk to me again, you cheat!".

She didn't waste a second before she took the bottle on their table and poured the drink right on his head. The sound of gasps and giggles echoed through the cafeteria and I held my hands to my mouth.

"Let's go!". She hastily bounced out whilst we followed her.

"What was that?!". I asked as we catches her pace and she halted.

She smirked at me. "That is... You don't cheat on Emily!".

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