"You're so mean!" she yelled at Amaury. I swear I regret ever meeting that jerk! He probably caught all the bad traits when they were being handed out. I’d love to squash him like a bug!
"Hey, stop walking already!" she shouted again, but he seemed to ignore her. Ugh, seriously? Fine, if that’s how you want it. She took off her shoe and threw it at him. Bullseye! It hit him right on the head, making him stop. So I really had to throw my shoe just to make him listen!
He turned around to look at her, and she quickly walked over to retrieve her shoe. "See? You could've just stopped, but no, you had to make this hard for me."
Amaury suddenly leaned closer, arms crossed. "What do you want, huh?"
"I don’t want to talk to you or even see your face, so I figured it’s better if you just give me your number. That way, I can just text you the names of the members I recruit. Got it?" she replied, raising an eyebrow.
"I don't want to." He turned around and started walking away again.
"You’re so rude! Are you going to give it or should I throw my shoe at you again? One, two, threeeeee!" she yelled, throwing her other shoe. This time, it hit Amaury's back, staining his uniform—he wasn’t even wearing his blazer.
He stopped again and slowly pulled at the back of his white polo to check the dirt. When he saw the stain, he glared at her and picked up her shoe, walking back towards her. Uh-oh. What’s he going to do? Throw it back at me? She closed her eyes tightly.
"Next time, don’t ever pull that stunt again, especially when Grandma's watching us. You're lucky she is, or else I'd throw this stinky shoe of yours away," he muttered. She opened her eyes and saw him kneeling in front of her, helping her put her shoe back on. Wow, he only acts decent when someone’s watching.
"So you’re a coward too, huh?"
"I’m not a coward. Just wait, next time I’ll really embarrass you," he retorted.
"Oh yeah? I’ll be waiting for that. Now, give me your number. Quick! Here's my phone, type it in," she ordered. He took her phone and keyed in his number.
"All set? Great, I’ll just text you then," she said with a grin. At least I got him to give in. But where's Grandma? She looked around but didn’t spot the old woman. Hah! She’s not even here. He probably acted all nice because of the other students around.
She headed back to their classroom.
"Is our class with Ma'am done?" she asked her friends.
"Yeah, it just ended. What happened? Why did the dean call you?" Suzy asked.
"The dean called me because I’m apparently the vice president of the Peer Counseling Club," she explained.
"Oh, really?"
"Yup. Hold on, let me announce this to the class. Guys, listen up! There’s going to be a Peer Counseling Club, and I’m looking for members. Amaury Ashford is the president, and I’m the vice president," she announced.
Almost everyone raised their hands.
"Are you guys sure you really want to join?" she asked, making sure they were serious.
"Yes, we’re sure! You give great advice, and besides, we want to meet people from other departments too."
"Especially the engineering department!" one of her classmates gushed. Ugh, how shallow! Here I am, annoyed just by seeing Amaury’s face, while they’re all drooling over him and his friends.
"Okay, here’s a blank sheet. Write your names here and return it to me, so I can inform the club president," she instructed. Her classmates immediately started signing up.
"Hey, Deanna!" Suzy called.
"What?"
"You didn’t even tell us you were with Amaury again. How was it? Good thing he agreed to have you as vice president."
"He didn’t have a choice. The dean and professors picked me. If I could back out, I would—I really don’t want to be stuck with that guy," she said, frustrated.
"They say the more you avoid someone, the more fate pushes you together," Pamela chimed in.
She frowned. "Where do you even get these lines? I don’t believe that nonsense."
"Believe it or not, I read it in this book by Astrodee. It says ninety-five percent of people experience this."
"Whatever. I still don’t buy it."
"Here’s another one—if someone’s always mad at you, there’s a secret reason behind it. Maybe they actually like you but just can’t admit it," Pamela added.
"Ugh, don’t fall for that! That’s ridiculous. Just because someone’s mad doesn’t mean they secretly like you. Maybe they’re just genuinely annoyed!"
"Fine, believe what you want. But this author is all over social media, and tons of people say her stuff really happens in real life."
"Deanna, just ignore Pam. She’s been desperate for a boyfriend lately," Kendra teased.
"Yeah, she’s so love-starved, she’s losing her mind reading that book!" Suzy added.
"You guys are such mood killers," Pamela pouted.
Soon, someone handed Deanna the list of students who wanted to join the club. Should I text him the list now? Or maybe later? No, better do it now before I forget.