Chapter 3 – The Mess
“One is enough. Two is too much. Three is surprising.”
—Fate starts the takeover. Things will go right when things might go wrong.—
She’s gently sleeping at the library. Oh yes, she was. Suddenly, a tap on her shoulder brought back her senses. It was Agatha. “Sis, why are you sleeping here?” she asked.
“Oh, Agatha. I’m so tired that’s why I fell asleep,” explained Dorothy. “I was filled with so much paper works and projects. Picasso made me do this,” Dorothy sighed. She’s referring to her Biology professor, Mrs. Peachy Cashew aka Picasso. She’s been so stressed with all those works these past few days. Sometimes Agatha tried to help poor Dorothy with her works ‘cause at any time, she might collapse.
“But I guess all those stress will be gone if I tell you this,” she excitedly started her announcement. “We… we are going to have CollteaB!” she yelled with exhilaration. A Shhh gesture from the librarian was seen, noticing Agatha’s quite loud, excited voice.
“Gee whiz! Really? Major! When will it start?” Dorothy asked with much anticipation.
“It’s going to be on the 24th. Every college sophs are going. You should go to.”“Of course I will. I won’t let that once in a lifetime radical event of being a Layvillean. Monique had told me that before and it’s really one heck of fun. Am so excited!” Dorothy enthusiastically said.
“And you just can’t really hide it. Lower your voice. We might get reprimanded by…” replied Agatha while pointing her lips on the librarian, who’s been strict with the noise inside the lib.
“So now, I must finish all these mess Picasso gave me. CollteaB, wait for me. Ahahaha.”
The two walked out of the library.
Cafeteria.
The two were sipping their caffè macchiato when Sophia came in.
“Serrano,” she said with conviction.
“Why?” Agatha replied innocently.
“Are you not going to the cheer leading practice today?”
“Sophia, we have no practice today. Aren’t you listening to Coach Ferry?” Agatha calmly explained.
“But why didn’t I know? Why did no one tell me?” she blurted out her disappointment while wearing her L.U. cheerleading jacket.
“’Cause you’re not around when it was announced…”
Agatha’s sentence was about to finish until…
“Holy cow!” she exclaimed.
A cup of hot coffee was accidentally poured on her preppy twill parchment skirt. It was Theodore, again.
“Sorry! Sorry! I didn’t mean to…” Theodore apologized.
“It’s alright. Do you have any tissue? D! Do you have one?” Agatha asked Dorothy. She felt slightly pissed with Theodore.
“Here sis.” The tissue was given to her by Dorothy. Theodore didn’t really know what to do. He’s panicking because it was Agatha. Strike 2. The two best friends went to the comfort room leaving Theodore, Sophia, and the other students in the cafeteria still shocked with what happened.
“See? He’s a walking disaster. Grr.” Agatha was still pissed. At times, she remained calm with situations like that, but she really can’t handle Theodore’s presence. It was really a different feeling when he’s around.
“Maybe that’s love?” Dorothy broke her anger.
“It can’t be. I haven’t been in love.”
“You said it. You haven’t been in love, how come you know that wasn’t?” Dorothy insisted while wiping her fogged thick glasses.
“I know it. I can feel if I’m in love or not. Not with that arrogant.”
“What did he do to you? You really look so frantic. Funny. Ahaha.” Dorothy chuckled.
As they went out, Theodore was still waiting for them.
“Hey, I’m really sorry,” said Theodore. “It was an accident.”
“Apology accepted. Don’t worry.” Agatha then smirked at him parting some bewilderment to the guy in front of her. The second bell rang. The cafeteria was now at peace as the other students went to their classes.
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