SAMMY'S POV.

"Phase one, mission completed. I repeat. Phase one mission completed." I groan as Cynthia's high pitch voice flows into my ear, screwing with my brain nuts. "Time for phase two. Copy that captain."

Don't ask me what is wrong with her.

We have managed to enter the school compound unscratched. Thank goodness nobody recognized me. I don't want them coming over to ask about my hideous form.

"Over. I repeat over. Abort mission. Abort mission." She says into her invisible walkie talkie. "Code red. Code red."

Code red. Fuck what's code red? It's a sign...a sign for what? Shit I forgot.

"Cyn...Sammy..." A voice yells and it all clicks.

Code red means...

"Tommy." No...no.. this is all wrong.  Knowing my second best friend he will try take off my cover the moment he gets close enough.

"Run Sammy. run." Cynthia pushes me forward, tackling Tommy to the ground. "Run...and don't look back."

"What are you two hiding." He screams struggling against cynthia's hold. "I want to see. Let me fucking see."

Fuck it all.

I push through the hall, muttering a small sorry when ever I bump into someone.

With a bag hanging on my shoulder, I pull on the face cover with both hands. The mystery vibes sipping off me, or so I feel.

All I have to do is. Get early to class. Find a seat a the back. And lastly avoid all.

First class for today is....is...is... I think it's..shit.

I thought I memorized it. It starts with a 'M'. Which of the subjects starts with a 'M'?

Macaroni? Meatballs..no Sammy. Those are food. Think. You are not as dumb as you think you are. Think......think Sammy..what subject starts with a 'M'.

I think I got it. Maths. it's maths ...my favorite.

Just one turn last turn and I...

"Ahh....shit.." I slam into a hard surface, my hands shooting out on impulse. Grabbing anything and everything I can find to stop the known disaster from happening.

No pain, I feel nothing. Am okay....hahahah..am really okay. Fucking thank you God....

Thank you so much God....fuck this kinda feelss shitty, I mean why is there a wall in the middle of the hallway. Trust me, i have been in this school my whole life, navigating my way around even in total darkness would be a piece of cake.

Then next comes the more shitty part. Do walls wear clothes? cause I can feel a fairly thick material around my fingers.

It can't be...

I pop one eye open first, popping the other when the image before me comes too unclear for my liking.

My eyes moves from my to clenched around a ash hoodie up and trialing the ropes that leads to a half hidden neck then there's a face.

What the fuck.

His upper body is arched forward by my pull, his forehead almost touching mine.

One glance at us and one would think we just finished dancing a heated salsa.

Damn he has such a fine skin. Milky skin. Delicious.

An those eye. Nah...they don't look too happy. But that doesn't makes those dull violet eyes any less pretty.

He tilts his head, strands of coffee brown hair falling over his face. All in a gesture that says 'Are You Done.'

No. Not yet. Think of all the things I want to do to you right now.

But then where are my manners. I reluctantly let go, stepping back, the opposite of what I want right now. "I am sorry. I didn't see you."

He looks down on me. His height making it very possible, and with one swift turn he walks away. Saying absolutely nothing.

Nothing at all. What an attitude.

I watch his retreating form, his hips swaying from side to side. Look at that ass.

That sekzy ass.

"Got you." I jump up when a hand lands on my shoulder. Turning to meet Tommy.

"What the fuck?" I slap his hand away, sending him a deep scowl. "You scared the fucking daylight out of me."

"Why did you take the hoodie off? What were you hiding?" His hand lands on both of my waist and he spins me around. "I thought you dyed your hair, or maybe shaved it all off. Why behave mysterious when there is nothing at all?"

I knew I look mysterious. The mysterious, beautiful, sekzy, hot on legs, girl in green.

"Sammy." Cynthia gasps, eyes wide. Her hand rubs on her throat repeatedly the other on her knee.

She looks out of breath. Like she just ran a marathon.

"Tommy. Did he?" She looks terrified at the idea in her head.

Which is? I don't know.

"Is he? The first? Did he take the cover off?"

"Oh...hell no." I chuckle, a sigh slipping out of her lips. "He met me like this."

"If not Tommy, Then who?" The alertness in her eyes return in a split of a second.

Fuck. I saw his face. Like, that handsome , alluring face. The first guy I see. Does it makes him my Mr Right? Is he the one?

Darg it. Am going crazy.

"Who is he?" I don't actually know him. I mean I have never meet him before. Is he new here? Or have we just never meet before?

That can't be possible right? I mean I know almost everyone in school and they all love me.

Well almost all of them. It will be suspicious if I don't have any haters. I mean even BTS have haters too.

"It wasn't the janitor guy, was it? Cynthia slowly falls to the ground. Burying her head in her hands in despair. "God Sammy. I am so sorry. What do we do? What do we do now? Is there a way we can revoke the wish? What if the wish blinds your eyes and you fall in love with him? Then you get married, drop out of school, have kids. What if.....? Fuck. I am so sorry Sammy. It's all my fault. Because of me you will live with a drug addict, FOREVER."

What the fuck is she talking about?

"Snap out of it idiot, it's not the janitor guy." I roll my eye at her dramatic state. It is really starting to attract people's attention.

"And not anybody bad." I say, sensing her next question. "It's just a somebody."

"A somebody." She repeats after me.

"Okay. Can somebody tell me what the hell is going on here?" Tommy groans eyeing the both of us suspiciously.