On My Way To Mr. Right

Chapter 2

Do you guys remember the guy Ross was looking at her phone days ago? Well, I got around to searching for his name and I have now come to confirm that he is a handsome creature. He has such a gorgeous face.

Also, I found out that he did play for Bayhill and he has been taking the name of his town for two years now. Apart from last week when they lost. He's the team captain there and he's got brains too! That's why he was so familiar. He played against our school in the tournament. And I think I stared at him while he ran across the court.

I'm currently walking down the hall today. It has been a pretty quiet week and I am already in half of it. I am having a peaceful day today. Well, it was peaceful until I saw Rossalyn sitting on the stairs. She has been quieter than my week has gotten and I presume that it was the academic stress getting on her nerves.

I snuck up to her and when I got closer, I saw she was on her phone. Not exactly on her phone. She was looking through what seemed like Lennon's pictures again. I can't tell if it's Lennon's. But I am certain that it's a guy.

I have bad eyesight. What can I do?

If she saved them in her gallery, I wouldn't be surprised. She's close to being obsessed with him. If I hadn’t known any better, I would assume she was in love with this guy and was only using her journalism skills in tracking him down.

"Boo!" I screamed, which made her jerk up and throw her phone two stairs down.

Oops, my bad.

"I'm sorry?" I apologized immediately, feeling the remorse in my heartbeat.

Huffing and puffing, she glared at me as she picked up her phone.

"Sorry doesn't cut it this time, Charlotte." She uttered.

I didn't mean it! I swear. I mean I didn't mean the part where her phone falls. I stayed silent, hoping she'd forgotten past troubles. Including the one where her phone falls.

"What do you want? I'm busy."

"Busy kissing Lennon's face?" I teased kindergarten like a kindergartner and she furrowed her brows even more.

"Why were you sneaking up on me? I could have fallen." Ross said, completely ignoring what I said about Lennon.

"But you didn't. So that's why I was sneaking up on you." I reasoned illogically.

Yes, I knew I was wrong and I knew I was being unreasonable. This was a habit of mine. I rarely face accountability.

She sighs, packs up her stuff and starts to walk away.

"God, you're annoying." I heard her mutter.

Okay, so maybe I am. But does it matter? We're friends. It's a friend's job to annoy, right?

"Listen, I just want to talk to you about something," I started and took it as my cue to continue and follow her when she didn't speak. "I've been wondering, do you like Lennon?" I asked, unsure of where this confrontation would lead to. She might get mad or she might not, but at least I'm getting answers.

Yes, I am also very nosey. However, I didn’t find the cure to this incessant behavior until years later.

"I mean, I don't want to presume anything but you seem occupied with him lately. Do you?" I asked once more.

She stopped in her tracks. I could only notice now that she was heading to the library and it would mean that this is where I stopped. I hope not, because I still need answers to satisfy my curiosity.

I forgot my security ID in my locker and I can't get inside without one.

"Since when did my business become yours, Charlotte?" Venom went on with the words she spat out. Was that a touchy subject or was she just afraid to admit she was finally taking interest in guys again?

"I don't know. Since when did you become so mysterious, Ross? We were supposed to be friends. But I guess you don't care much about that title, you're hiding everything from us now." I said with pain in my eyes.

I am hurt that she looked like she forgot me as a friend. She hasn’t spent as much time with us as she usually does. It wasn’t even finals week. It was barely weeks since Sophomore year started. I don’t know. Was this how normal losing touch with friends was? Because if it is, I’m not sure I want more friends now that I know I’ll lose them along the way anyway.

I am hurt that she's keeping so much from me in so little time. This isn't the Ross I knew a week ago. We didn't hide anything from each other. Not even things as petty as crushes.

"I—I'm not. Char, let's just not talk about this, okay. I have so much I have to do. Especially with Mr. Gesek." She sighed with her shoulders slouched, indicating that she had given up.

Mr. Gesek was our science teacher. He was a meticulous teacher who had a bar too high for his students. I guess I could understand that.

"Oh okay. I'll be going now." I said, not holding her back anymore. She can keep a secret whenever she wants to. I have got to give up at some point. I guess this is where I stop with all the nagging. I inquired so little and got no answer at all. Why does this bother me so much?

"Call me later, babe?" She called out, smiling. But I could see it was faked.

Sighing, I called back to her, "I guess."

Rossalyn is a lesbian. Or so she says. She has the looks of a girl but has the soul of a boy. But she is the sweetest thing that I know. She's a big softie. She's the one I call up in the middle of the night when I sob about something or over someone. She's the one to buy me special things on random days. She's like the older sister that I never had. She always looks out for me.

She's this skinny, charming, short girl who wears caps to school on most days. I guess that's her signature look or something, the disheveled boy-cut ginger hair, the cap, the sneakers, and the grin that shows off her white teeth.

She's pretty, but she doesn’t handle relationships well. She had dated two guys in the past, I guess. And that ended her streak of guys and she shifted to a whole new outlook on life. She declared herself bisexual and has flirted with and dated girls since then. More or less. She had gone through an estimate of fifty. That would be because she sometimes does it two at a time. It's not a healthy lifestyle, but she's happy. The girls were happy. I can't be in the way of their happiness just because I don't approve of it. She has her charms.