I was drowsy while listening to our teacher. It was eleven o'clock at noon, and we had a lunch break.
I secretly punched my cell phone. I hid it behind the chair in front of me to avoid being seen. I typed a text for Clinton.
To Clinton: Hi! Can I ask for a favor?
Later, he immediately replied.
From Clinton: Hello baby, what is it?
I grinned, typed again, and looked at the teacher in front, who didn't see me.
To Clinton: Lunch break later. I want pizza with lots of cheese but no pineapple and mushrooms.
My cellphone flashed again with a text, and I read it.
From Clinton: A piece of cake, baby, but I'm still in the meeting.
My head heats up because the teacher has been dismissed, and the others have already stood up because they will have lunch. I'm starving. I'm tired of the sandwiches and frappes that are always my lunch.
I grabbed my bag and went out while looking at the cell phone if only Jenn were here to order me, but nothing.
To Clinton: We have a lunch break, Clinton! I'm hungry. I'm too lazy to drive!
It was as if my nostrils were growing with annoyance. But even more so when someone suddenly bumped into me and poured me the fruit shake it held.
My lips parted, and it got cold as it poured on my chest, so my black bra was visible.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"
The woman who bumped into me did not hesitate; she took out his handkerchief and wiped my chest with a wetness that just irritated me. I feel so sticky! What the hell!
I tried to fight the anger and was annoyed by taking a slow breath. She didn't seem to mean it.
I grinned and shook her hand so he looked at me. She needed to become more familiar with me.
She is beautiful and has short hair. I am taller than her. We are both white.
"Don't wipe it. I have an extra blouse in the locker."
Confusion and embarrassment were posted on her face.
"I'm sorry. I'm confused because I didn't see you," she explained.
We were already looking at the passers -so I smiled and said goodbye to him when he held my arm, but she immediately withdrew because she looked confused.
"Why?" I turned to her.
She cleared her throat and fixed the escaped hair. "You're Kylie, aren't you?"
Does she know me? I nodded at her.
"Yes, I am. How did you know me?"
He looked at my face and smiled.
"You're famous here at school. I'm Shan-Shan!" She introduced himself and held out his hand.
I looked at it and shook hands.
"It's nice of you to be up close!" she giggled.
"You're beautiful too."
She smiled even more. "Can we have lunch?"
I raised an eyebrow at her. Hmm. . . feeling close immediately. But I'll shoot. Let's see if she passes my taste as a friend.
Sometimes, we think they are plastic because we only know each other, but the truth is that they are shy and don't know how to keep up.
I nodded to her and pointed to my dress. "I'll just change it, huh?"
"All right, I'll wait for you in the lobby!"
I immediately left, headed to the locker, and grabbed a uniform blouse I always carry for emergencies like today.
I went into the female restroom and got dressed. I looked at my cellphone with Clinton's reply, so I read that.
From Clinton: I'm on my way.
I immediately replied to him.
To Clinton: On the soccer field, we will wait.
When on the soccer field, Shan-Shan and I sat side by side on the bench, and he immediately put his food down.
"Oh? Why don't you have food?" she asked in surprise.
I shook. "I'm waiting for Clinton. He bought pizza."
He could not speak for a while and did not eat on his own. She even invited me and gave it to me, but I refused.
In the distance, I saw Clinton's bulk right away. So I stood up with joy so that I could eat.
"He's here."
But Shan-Shan was confused and immediately picked up the bag. "All right, I'll be going, huh? See you!"
She said goodbye to me immediately and ran away. Huh? Weird. I just sat down again and looked at Clinton, who was close. He was wearing a white polo shirt folded up to his elbow. He was still wearing black slacks and black shoes. He was still from the office.
I couldn't help but look at the bulge in the middle of his thigh. Why is it scratched?
He laid the pizza on the wooden table in front of us. To my delight, I opened it, and he put some minerals on the side.
"I'm sorry it took so long," he said tiredly, resting his jaw on my shoulder as I ate the pizza.
I just nodded at him and smiled at him. I took one and put it in his mouth. I handed him pizza, and he immediately took a bite of it. He only took two bites and was exhausted. He looks exhausted and sleepy.
"Are you okay?" I asked, noticing that he was staring straight at his wristwatch.
"I'm just tired, Nicole. I have a meeting. "
I rubbed my forehead.
"I-I'm sorry. All right, you can leave now." I smiled at him and stroked his jaw.
"You sure?" he asked hoarsely and instilled a kiss on my senses.
"What if you go home? Will you be there in my condo first and wait for me there? "
I laughed.
"I still have a class! Besides, you're busy having a meeting, so leave." I pushed him away because he didn't seem to want to leave.
I sighed as his hand crawled up my thigh.
"Hmm...I miss you. "he whispered as I turned the sesame seeds around.
"Clinton, maybe someone will see!"
He grinned rem, opened his hand, and sealed me with a kiss. "I love you."
I smiled.
"I love you too, Mr. eight inches." I teased him.