Chances being with you

"Augustine?" I woke up from my sleep as I heard the barista shouting. The barista called the girl's name a few times, and it woke me up. "Who the f--- is Augustine? Get your coffee. I am trying to have a peaceful sleep here." I am pissed. This girl must be deaf or something. "I am Augustine. By the way, this is a coffee shop, not a hotel." I heard a soft, subtle voice. I glanced at this person called "Augustine." I took a deep breath as I saw her beautiful face. She has long curly hair, fair skin, thick lips, and an eye that I would love to stare at me forever. Oh crap! I just messed up a chance with a beautiful girl. "Alexandra, stop being too rude to the customers!" My Mom said as he went outside her small office. Before I could apologize, Augustine had already left. Even her back is attractive. I was busy daydreaming when I suddenly realized that I was late for my first day as a senior high school. I immediately grabbed my things and rode my motorcycle. I took a deep breath as I drove along the streets. I realized that I should not put my hopes up on beautiful girls. Being a lesbian is hard. I like girls, but I am too feminine to have a feminine girlfriend. As the traffic light turned red, I slowed down and patiently waited for the pedestrians to cross. I suddenly noticed that Augustine was crossing the street. I just realized that we have the same uniform. I want to apologize to her. But how? An idea popped into my head. I hope this works out. I gathered many fighting spirits by taking deep breaths, and I pulled over near Augustine. "You are the rude girl earlier. What do you need?" She said as she rolled her eyes. I scratched the back of my head. "I am sorry for earlier. I am just having a bad day, and sleeping makes me feel good." "I did it on purpose." "Why?" "I noticed that you go to the same school as me and you are still sleeping. We have a 7am flag ceremony, and I am too shy to wake you up." That's so thoughtful of her to a stranger. I looked at my watch, and I saw that we were only 5 minutes late before we were considered late. "Uhm, Augustine, wait—can I call you Augustine?" "Yes." " We're going to be late. Ride on my motorcycle so you will not be late." She rode on my back. "Hey, you will fall if you don't cling to me." I grabbed her hand to cling to me. She is too near me. I can smell her rose-scented perfume, and I can feel her gentle grip on my tummy. This is giving me butterflies. I suddenly heard a honk from a car, and I realized that I was too slow. I got back to my senses, and I drove fast, dodging the slow vehicles. We almost got caught in an accident, but hopefully, I escaped. We arrived on time, and Augustine struck my head as I removed my helmet. "Be careful when you drive." She shook her head and went inside the campus. I smiled as I realized that she had hugged me. I guess I have a crush on someone named Augustine. First day of school. Everyone seems to have friends, and I don't have one. I transferred here because my mother acquired a coffee shop near this school. It is near the dormitory of the school and students from the university buy their coffee at our coffee shop because of its low price and a relaxing environment. At first, I did not want to transfer because I didn't want to leave my friends. Mom hesitated, so I had no choice. I sighed as I looked for my room. "Room 07? Where is it?" I carefully looked at every room to catch a glimpse of its room number. After a while of searching, I finally found room 07. There, I saw a familiar person waiting outside. As I got closer, I recognized that it was my cousin. "Hey, Belle! You study here?" "Silly, I texted you that you were classmates. You did not check your phone, didn't you?" "Yeah. Hahaha. I'm sorry. I forgot that you also live in this city." "Tita said that you're not happy because you moved here. Don't worry! Your gay cousin is here to the rescue." My cousin proudly exclaimed to cheer me up. Belle hugged me and started telling me how excited they were about the first day of school. "This first day of school is special because I have got my favorite cousin with me." But before I could respond, I saw a tall person wearing a teacher's uniform glaring at my cousin. She slowly walked near us and tapped my cousin's shoulder. "Ben, you should stop wearing makeup. That's not allowed for boys." I guess she's the homophobic teacher that Belle was talking about. She went inside the classroom. She's beautiful, and she looks young. Looks can be deceiving because I am sure that she has an attitude worthy of being called trash. Belle frowned. "Don't worry, Belle, you're still beautiful without makeup! That teacher is just insecure of you. You should come to our coffee shop, and let's have some fun." "Can I practice applying makeup on your face?" "Of course. Just to make you happy even though I hate it." Belle hugged me, and we both went inside. I sat in the top row with Belle. I noticed my classmate who sat in front of me had a familiar back. I just shook my head and focused on the discussion. Hours have passed, and this is our last subject. According to Belle, this is our adviser's subject. A tall, pale-skinned and curly-haired guy came inside our classroom. He is holding a vast logbook. "I am here to check your attendance and elect officers. " Our adviser said, and he saw me. "As far as you all know, we have a transferee. She's from the province of Tarlac. Be good to her." "Sir, I got you!" Belle excitedly said. Our adviser just smiled, showing that he loved Belle and taking responsibility for me. A handsome guy and looks nice. No wonder Belle's eyes are twinkling. Our adviser opened his logbook and scrolled for a few seconds. "I see. You both have the same username. Are you related?" "Yes, Sir! I am her beautiful cousin!" Belle smiled. "Okay. Take good care of your cousin then." "Yes, Sir." Our adviser proceeded with telling some announcements and the election of officers. "His name is Anthony Vergara. He is a handsome young man. Am I right?" Belled whispered to me. I just nodded and listened to Mr. Vergara. "Let's start with the election of President. Ms. Vergara, come here and preside.” A girl went in front to assist Mr. Vergara. I assume that they are related. As I saw the face of the girl, I suddenly realized that she was Augustine.