Exact Opposites
His hair was in a Mohawk style, and had multiple piercing on hisface. When his eyes landed on me, his face was in a smirk. Carley took the seat by the aisle,
and Anthony sat beside her. After hesitating for a moment, I unwillingly took the seat beside
him. Even if I would take the seat beside the frustrated rock star, I knew Drew wouldn't let me.
As I sat, Drew whispered something I didn't catch onto my ear as he took his.
"What?" I asked as he adjusted himself in his seat.
He smiled mischievously. "Perfect."
I lowered my gaze. In a way, it actually was.
Just then the lights turned off, and the trailers started. I began sipping my drink absentmindedly.
I was about to place it on the drink holder to my left, when I bumped into Anthony's hand.
"Uhh. Sorry," I muttered as I placed my drink on the other arm of the seat.
"No, its okay," he smiled.
As the movie rolled, I found it hard to focus on it. Not only because Anthony was beside me, but
also because of the frequent giggles I heard from Carley from time to time. Couldn't they do it
more discreetly? I sighed. Then I felt something on my shoulder. I turned and found Drew
leaning against me, sleeping. I raised my hand to adjust his head to a more comfortable position
when he suddenly caught it and rested our hands on the arm of the seat. My eyes widened
when I realized how visible it was, but he resisted my move and continued to rest our hands
there. I rolled my eyes. Drew was really serious with this game.
I turned my attention back to the movie and I saw Anthony turn his head toward me. I feigned
interest, and tried my best not to look at him too. I felt his stare linger at our hands before
turning back to the movie. I resisted the smile that was threatening to climb on my face. So
Drew's plan was somehow working after all.
The movie was halfway when the heavily tattooed man beside Drew left. He was obviously
alone, when the people beside him didn't follow him outside. Drew raised his head from my
shoulder and straightened himself in his seat. After a few minutes, he excused himself and
headed to the men's room. As if on cue, a man was suddenly taking Drew's seat beside me.
"Excuse me the seat's occ-" I was stopped short when I saw Carl smirking at me. "Carl."
Anthony must've heard me as he greeted Carl from behind me. "Hey."
"Hi."
I glared at him. He really acted like a stalker. But a little attractive than the usual ones. I pushed the thought away.
"There's someone seated there," I said flatly.
"There's a free one here," gesturing the seat beside him.
I rolled my eyes at him. Just then Drew got back and was equally shocked to find Carl on his
seat. He cleared his throat and temporarily took the seat beside him.
"I believe that's my seat."
"Oh yeah? Well---"
"He's right Carl." I heard Anthony mutter behind me. Before standing up, Carl muttered his famous line again. "Be careful."
I stared at him incredulously as he passed Drew, and headed to the exit.
***
Chapter 18
My shoes clattered loudly against the floor as I entered the ladies' room. The movie has just
ended, and I excused myself as we exited the cinema. I left Carley, Anthony and Drew chatting
by the cinema door. I stared at my reflection on the mirror before turning on the faucet. What did
Carl really mean when he says be careful? From what? Did he know what happened to Dad?
Was he a spy too, like Phil? Or the opposite? Was he here to protect me?
My thoughts were interrupted when I heard the door open. My eyes landed on the familiar
beautiful lady.
"Hi Drei," Carley greeted me as she took a peek of her reflection, settling herself beside me.
"Hey Carley," I greeted back. Why was she so pretty? It was too much!
I washed my hands under the running water. An awkward silence hung over us.
"So. Are you dating Drew?"
I stared at her reflection with wide eyes. "N-no!"
"Good," she turned, and entered a cubicle.
I stared at the door of the cubicle as she closed it. Did I hear her right? Good? Why?
I turned the faucet off, realizing I was wasting water. I pulled a tissue from its bar on the wall and wiped my hands off them. People were acting real weird today. I heard a flush of a toilet and
Carley emerged from the cubicle. She smiled at me when our gazes met. "Ready?"
"Yea," I muttered, throwing the tissue on a bin, following her as she headed outside.
~
"We better get going," Anthony said as we got out of the cinema.
"Thanks for the company," Carley smiled at us politely. I wanted to tell her to stop smiling because it made her a lot more attractive. But I know I can't.
"Thank you," Drew answered. I smiled at them as they went away.
"Whew," I sighed.
"What's wrong?"
I shot him a look. "You."
"Me? Why?"
"Just what do you think you were doing? You were acting like we were a couple!"
"I did a pretty good job, didn't I?"
I gaped at him. He's not even the slightest bit sorry? I shook my head and started walking away.
~
There was a light drizzle as I entered the school on Monday morning. The students were
crowded on the hallways, making it harder to get past them. I hurried off to my locker to retrieve
my things. As I was closing it, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned and saw Carl beaming at me.
Beaming, not the usual smirk he has.
I was about to say something harsh but decided against it. His smile was too bright to ruin it.
"Hi," I muttered.
"Good morning!" he answered. I gave him a small smile before walking away, to the direction of my classroom. To my surprise, Carl was walking alongside me.
I didn't spare him a glance.
He just continued to walk beside me as I reached my room.
"What are you doing?" I asked, before entering my room.
"I just walked you to your room. And making