After a world survey, it was found that there are three types of people while decision making—

  (i) who think thoroughly and take their time then make right decisions.

  (ii) who make rash decisions and then regret them.

  (iii) who can't decide what to do, take a lot of time, change decisions a hundred times but still end up choosing the wrong one i.e., the combination of the above two.

  If you are the first type, then congratulations. You're lucky and I'm really happy for you. But I hope you reciprocate this feeling towards me too.

  And if you're the third type, then again congratulations, you're lucky. I'm happy because I'm the same as you then. I know it's nothing to be happy about but no one wants to bad mouth and criticize themselves, right? I love myself too much for that to happen.

  Ehm, still hoping for the others to reciprocate the feeling.

  Now, you would be thinking why I skipped the second option. That's because you've gotta stick to the point. No beating around the bush. I just did that. This point was not necessary to speak of by me. But I would say just one thing for people falling under second option.

  Improve yourselves.

  As if I'm any better. Hehe.

  Typical me.

  "Why'd you ask?" May questions again. She's been bugging me for last ten minutes.

  "Nothing. Just wanted to make sure they didn't click our photos secretly," I answer at last. And wow! What a great answer.

  "Well, I wouldn't mind that, though," she says while thinking of the possibility in her head.

  One could say that Maydeline is the Macy Misa from the 'Jonas' show in my life. Except for, she's unfortunately in the 'It's the reality, bitch' show, which we're all a part of.

  "That's creepy, May."

  I look in the direction of the two boys and think about the notification I got before.

  Guess what. I declined the follow request he sent me. Well, I'm not sure about that if he sent it to me himself or not, as May said, they didn't use their phones.

  As I said before, I come in the third category, I seem to regret it now. I mean, I got a follow request from a good looking guy. It doesn't happen everyday.

  BUT. I declined it.

  Typical me.

  Okay, so one more thing off of my bucket list.

  "Earth to Ryleigh Saunders," May howls on my face beating her palm on the table at the same time.

  I wriggle in my place and look around us to see if it was too loud or what. And boy, sadly, it was.

  Everyone is looking at us. Although the place is not much filled but those two boys from earlier are now looking at us. My breath hitches at this. I couldn't make out their expression except for one thing, surprise.

  Before turning their heads away from us, I can see a sly smile forming on the other guy's face if my eyes are not wrong. What was that for? What does that mean? Probably thinking how weird we are.

  "If you wouldn't have spaced out while gawking at those charms sitting over there, I wouldn't have to make a fool out of myself. Oh! The things I do for you," she says dramatically.

  "I wasn't gawking at them. Just-just thinking, what if they really had our photos," I make up. I couldn't tell her about the follow request. Yet.

  After a few seconds, Aiden and that guy get up from their seats, walk over to Mr. Hughes and after a few smiling faces, they leave. We also, go out of the cafe and head our own ways.

  I walk alone in the streets to my way back home. The sky has turned a dirty red colour.

  Now that I think of it, the guys didn't even order anything and left just before we did. And that smile-thing. I'm having goosebumps thinking of all of it. Maybe it's my mind sending me a message to stop using it more than it can handle. And it was Aiden's father's shop. So, they can do anything there. I'm overthinking.

  I reach my home, climb the stairs up to my room and close the door behind me. I frisk onto my bed with my face first, legs and hands wide spread.

  I still can't seem to remove that face and that sly smile from my mind. It seems both, attractive and creepy at the same time.

  Today's day seems so unrealistic, if I look at it again. The things that happened. Do they really happen normally?

  Great Sunday I have here.

  I take my phone out from my jagging's pocket and turn to lay on my back now. I see the latest posts, stories and direct messages from people on Instagram. I check my DMs and notice that I've got a new message request. 1 more than before.

  My heart skips a beat.

  I got a message request from Mr. Face earlier today. I totally forgot about it.

  I think before opening but at last decide to open it and read the text.

  _mr.face_ : hey Ryleigh

          - Just started a follow spree for my devoted followers

          - So wanted to know them better

  Wow! He's direct, I think to myself. Trynna know us better, huh?

  I accept his message request and start typing.

  ||TheOnlyLameGirl|| : oh

          - but is that really you? Cuz i started following someone else and next time your face pops up.

  I write him this message and then close the app to go for a shower. My shower lasts for twenty- five minutes and I think about one thing at that time.

  How did he get to know my name?

  I pick a pyjama shorts and oversized tees to wear. Them I walk towards my phone on the bed and see a notification from Instagram. Obviously, his reply waiting for me. I click on it to open.

  _mr.face_ : actually it's not a very long story but still a sensitive topic

||TheOnlyLameGirl|| : no pressure then

          - I saw you today at the cafe shop

  _mr.face_ : really? I didn't. Maybe due to the crowd.

  There wasn't even any crowd. Just two more tables filled with two-three people on each, I think this to myself but I write otherwise.

  ||TheOnlyLameGirl|| : maybe

  _mr.face_ : now tell me something about yourself, gorgeous

  Gorgeous?! I don't mind being called that but, have you even seen me? What if I'm not? And I'm not. Maybe. Maybe not. But you don't call just anybody a gorgeous. Specially on the first day of exchanging messages, I think. This is total flirting.

||TheOnlyLameGirl|| : ohk, my name you already know. And i'm a high school student, senior year Pathetic me.

          - and can say i'm an epitome of a...typical teenage girl? idk 😅

  _mr.face_ : so you're picking my interest there

          - i'm a high school pathetic guy too, senior year. So that makes us two 😌

   He's a high school student too? And not only that but the same age as me? Heaven must really be by my side.

  Wait, what am I saying.

  I hit my head with my hand. How could I think so nasty. That's not me. Well, I won't believe myself on that one.

  ||TheOnlyLameGirl|| : that's nice

  I don't know what to write so I end up writing that. And honestly, I don't feel like chatting with anyone right now, although I'm curious about how he got to know my name. So, I just close the app and keep my phone aside.

  Without having dinner, I quickly turn off all lights and plop onto my bed, under blankets.

                           °°°

The dispersal bell rings. And the whole day in school I'm thinking about just one thing- how did he get to know my name? At last I've got a chance to exchange texts with a handsome guy but I don't feel right about it.

  He represents the color black perfectly. Everybody's attracted by it. But also depicts mystery. It has a depth to it which people wanna get to know but can't quite reach it. 

  May meets me at the parking and starts telling me something that I don't have any interest in. We start to walk towards my car as I hear a horn beeping intentionally on us, I'm guessing. We both look in the direction and find there sitting, unsurprisingly, the ever so annoying girl I've met until now, who has a habit of doing whatever she likes.

  Valerie Hale. The ruling sociopath.

  It so happened last year. The year when this 'why-does-she-even-exit' girl got admitted to our school. Unfortunately. 

  I was just going to my locker and I happened to pass by her locker where she was standing by. And she said that sentence which made me laugh internally so much. Like, how could a person be so self-righteous.

  "How could you even think of breathing the air at the same time as me?!" Yes, she really said that. "I don't like sharing my things with any other," she crossed her arms at her chest and looked intently at me. My lips twitched while her expressions change a little to that.

  "Do you know, the air that humans inhale contains 0.03% of carbon dioxide which might be released by any other human being. So, according to 'The Living Constitution of Ms. Valerie Hale', your holier-than-thou self should be the one who should feel disgusted in breathing," I explain with a sarcastic smile. And my explanation resulted her in making a face that you couldn't forget in a lifetime. 

  "Hey, don't feel sad about it. There's a solution to it," I said and as I noticed, that brightened up her eyes a little. "You'll just have to stop breathing the same air as others i.e.," I add with a smile. "STOP BREATHING," and there I end it monotonously.

  She opened up her mouth as to say something but I left her speechless. And before I could wait any longer to hear her, I had a class to attend to. 

  Sometimes I pray for her to have a sane mind as mine.

  Typical me.

  "Having a nice time, I presume, Saunders," she states in a 'not-so-melodious-but-always-so-audacious' voice of hers which I would rather die than hearing. But right now, I'm hearing. So, what does that mean?

  "Until I heard your voice, Valerie," I say her name derisively and with a fake smile. I do that a lot when it comes to her.

  "Well, you've been blessed then."

  "By Bitchie Bitch," that's that name I've given her. Just like Richie Rich. I'm quite creative myself. And there goes her 'you-are-violating-my-Ms-Valerie-Hale-constitution' face.

  I count that as my queue to leave and get inside my car while May sits at the passenger seat and we head off. We pass by May's house street without stopping.

  "Hey, where're we going. My home just passed by," she questions.

  "We're going to Milk and Sugar."

  "But why?"

  "I don't know."

  We get off my car after parking it and enter the cafe. I search for the guy that I'm here to see right now. The one with eyes as green as forest and hair as brown as tree bark. Basically, he represents the woods. Aiden. I see him cleaning the tables at the cafe. Good looking guys are hard to be found everyday, anywhere. So, I don't get to see him often. And today, if he's here working, then that's my luck. 

  "Uh--hi, Aiden," I say from behind him as he's still doing his work. This is for the first time, well, second, after the order that he took for me before, that I'm talking to him. He leaves the wiping cloth on the tables and turns to face us. His eyes move from me to May and then again to me and I suddenly become self-conscious. 

  "Hey, what can I do for you?" he asks politely.

  "I have something to ask you," I speak while fidgeting with my fingers. His eyes are making me nervous and now they're looking at me with question. "I know you don't even know my name, bu-"

  "It's Ryleigh, right?" he states. I look at him with a little wide eyes and an open mouth.

  Does everybody know my name?

  "Y-yes, it is," I confess.

  Aiden makes face as if he realized something suddenly. "Oh, don't creep out. You told me your name during an order that I took some time before," he clarifies.

  God! Have mercy on me. His voice and green eyes are killing me all together. 

  "Now, what did you want to ask before?" He asks with a smile.

  "About the guy that you came here yesterday with-," I start. His expression changes into something that I haven't seen before. Like, he's become a little more alert and-serious? "-I want to meet him," I say finally.

  "Uhm-actually, he's not in the town for a few days, so it would be a little difficult," he says while looking everywhere but me.

  "Oh, such a loss," I say while keeping my calm due to the fact that I'm talking to him and also because I can't comprehend his expressions properly. "Well, it was just that. Thanks, by the way."

  "See you next time then," he says as we start to head out.

  "Sure." Totally.

  We walk out of the cafe and drive off from the parking. And there goes tge interrogation from Maydeline.

  "What was that all about? Seriously, I just had to stand there like a statue, listen to everything 'cause I couldn't understand what you were saying and why?" she looks at me confused and wanting for answers.

  "It was nothing. Just wanted to try my luck with a guy," I reply casually. Although I don't believe it. Both, what he said and what I said just now.

  I leave May at her house and leave for mine. Reaching my house I look tiredly at my mom to which, my mom returns a sympathetic smile and go upstairs to my room. I take off my clothes to change into something more comfortable when I hear my phone go off.

 Ding. Ding.

  I look at my screen while pushing my tank top down.

  A new notification from Instagram.

  @_mr.face_sent you a message.

   My heart starts to beat a little faster. I don't know what I was feeling as I didn't know him well. What he might be texting. Trepidation maybe. I click to open it.

  @_mr.face_ : you free tmrw? can we meet?