Grace never paid much attention to how guys smell, but the dozen of men she was trapped in a lift with made her curse her delicate sense of smell. She coughed deeply once she stepped out of the lift, hoping to expel any manner of vile pheromonic particles out of her respiratory tract.
“Are you okay? I didn’t pass you my cough did I?” Angel looked concerned.
“No, it was… it wasn’t you.” Grace stopped herself and allowed the guys to herd into the library before continuing, “the lift was rather… you know, with the guys.” She made a face.
“Oh, I see. It’s a lucky thing my nose is blocked then,” Angel said cheerfully.
“Lucky, right,” Grace said, uncheerfully.
The girls walked to their usual spot. It was rather deserted, which was a good thing because it meant that THAT lift-ful of guys is in another part of the library. Grace took a seat and when she looked up, she found herself gazing right into that biodiversity class guy’s eyes. He’s at that table again, Grace thought to herself, as she casually averted her eyes. She had accidentally noticed how he always occupied that table ever since last Friday. He probably was there all along and she just never noticed him. Whatever, it’s not really important.
Without warning, Angel burst into a series of coughing again.
“Angel Sim! Did you see a doctor?” Grace asked harshly, all the time feeling like every head in the library has just turned to her table. She found that she was right, because both heads from Andrew’s table turned towards them. Andrew looked particularly disturbed, which totally put Grace off. The last thing a girl with a bad cough needed was to be glared at. Grace shot a glare twice as poisonous at Andrew.
“Hang on, I have a cough syrup in here somewhere,” Angel fumbled through her bag, “there,” she held out a bottle of syrup and beamed at Grace.
“Well? What are you waiting for? Take some now?” Grace was truly surprised. When has Angel ever bought herself medicine? She narrowed her eyes as she looked between Angel and the cough syrup.
“I didn’t buy this, if that’s what you’re wondering,” Angel expertly read her friend’s mind. Grace could be very easy to read. All you had to do was look straight into her eyes. They said it all.
Grace raised an eyebrow at Angel, asking a silent “Then?” she has gotten used to Angel’s telepathic abilities. In fact, she had sometimes enjoyed the feeling of having a friend who knew her so innately well.
“Someone bought it for me,” Angel said after swallowing the sticky medicine.
Grace rolled her eyes, “Of course someone bought it for you, since you didn’t buy it yourself. But who? Your mum?”
“Mmm…” Angel mumbled non-committedly, her eyes drifted to Andrew’s table and quickly darted back.
“Okay, just remember to take it,” Grace said, and then pulled out her diary and began writing. 27th February Friday 1.05pm
[I am not upset over that creep. I am only depressed because his hospital fees aren’t going to come cheap, that’s all. He deserves to be knocked down by that truck. He deserves to die (so why doesn’t he just do that, goddamnit!). I will not be missing him if he does. I won’t even cry a single tear over him. Never.
Because I hate him.]
Grace capped her pen and looked up, only to hear Angel gasp. Grace immediately blinked her gaze away and softened the look of murder from her eyes. Almost instantaneously, someone from Andrew’s table knocked a pencil case off the table and its contents spilling out in a resounding clash of metal and plastic. Grace glanced over and saw the biodiversity guy bending beneath the table to gather the stationery.
A sudden dropping of a stack of textbooks on the table caused Grace and Angel to direct their attention to a grinning Emily, who has just taken a seat.
“Hey Grace, Gabriel and I are going to shop this Saturday, for a gift for Kevin’s birthday, do you want to come along? Your brother’s birthday is coming soon too right?” Emily asked good-naturedly.
“Erm, okay. I could use some help with picking gifts. I’m only free in the afternoon is that okay?” Grace had promised her mum that she will go to the hospital in the morning, to visit that man.
“Why? Having a hot date in the morning, are we?”
“Hot date. Right,” Grace replied bitterly, “so where do I meet you guys?”
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