Day 6 (Invitation to anxiety)

"So, how did you get that bandage on your nose?" Pam asked.

"I tripped, fell and broke my nose. Fainted. Then got rid of those basketball practices."

"Ouch. But hey, you are benefited, right?"

"Yes. But I loved my cute nose."

And then I bumped into him. Chester.

"Hey there" he said to me.

"I will talk to you later, Ann." Pam said and left while smiling.

"What was that?" Chester asked.

"Pam"

"Well, yeah. But why did she- , and while I - , umm, you got me right?"

"Nope?"

"Oh well, nevermind."

"Well, I did not even-", I could not complete.

"Wanna go out for coffee?"

"Guy-with-perfect-shoulders-and-son-of-Daniella say what?", I asked. Very Hannah Montana, I know and yes guilty.

"Wanna go out for coffee?", he repeated.

"We are not actually going out, right?" I asked.

"No" he said and laughed.

I made an I-knew-it-face and walked past him.

He finished laughing and caught up with me and blocked my way.

"I'm not in the mood for dumb jokes now." I said with a serious face.

He was sweating , so his clothes were sticking to his torso. That complimented his shoulders and made him look hotter than ever.

"Okay, no more intellectual jokes. Can you join the team for the tug - of - war game today ? We have a member less so if you don't mind ?"

"Well, I really suck at sports." I said.

"You just have to pull a thick rope." He informed.

"Well, I really suck at pulling thick ropes"

"So, you are saying that you can't play?"

"Well, I can pretend to pull that thick rope. I mean I can't use any strength nor energy. And I expect something in return." I explained.

"Deal."

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The guys had come from Manchester City to our school for about 2 weeks to spend some time with the students and street children. We were going to have the tug-of-war match against them.

The weather was really bad outside so the match was going to take place in the hall, yeah I know it's weird but our hall is big and empty.

It was really crowed at the entrance. I pushed everyone who were on my way.

"Excuse me guys! Let the star of the match enter!" I was shouting at the top of my lungs but soon realized that nobody was giving a shit.

I spotted Chester and shouted out his name. He looked around to see where the voice came from. I guess my height did not matter at this time. I was invisible. I violently waved my hands at him and called out his name.

Then he finally spotted me and laughed to see me struggling to get in.

I made a help-me-or-you'll-be-damned face. He stopped laughing, help my wrists and pulled me inside the hall. "Superwoman to the rescue!" I said because I felt funny.

I saw Chester scanning me top to bottom. I asked him, "What?"

"Anna ugh, when I asked you to put on shorts, I meant jersey-shorts... not teddy bear shorts."

"You just said shorts and not jersey shorts. These aren't teddy bears, these are Bumble bees. Raaawwrrrr" I said.

"Bees don't raaawwrrrr."

"Bumble bees do."

"No, they don't."

"My ones do." I ended the argument.

The game seemed quite simple to me. I saw people in my team, including Chester, making constipated expressions. They were sweating like pigs. I felt funny by looking at those expressions. Suddenly, the guy in front of me with his back facing me shoved his body towards me and stamped my foot. I raised one leg up which caused me too, to fall back, on Chester's sweaty body. Everybody got on their feet again and cheered because we had won. So that was the winning fall!

But the weirdest part was Chester had his arms around me as I was on top of him, then, facing him.

"Aren't you going to get up and celebrate, beautiful?" Chester said while smirking.

I was back to Earth then. I realized that the whole hall of people started cheering and clapping for us. I guess we were in that position since a really long time. Long enough to catch people's attention. I had never blushed so much in my 18 years of life on Earth. I smiled and left the hall.