"I got milkshakes!" Amy exclaimed after she returned from her work. She parked her motorbike in the small driveway beside her porch and brush off her wet hair which was damped by the drizzling rain. She put the packed milkshakes aside on the table and pull off her jacket.

"I told you to return home an hour ago." Said a voice behind her.

Amy jumped in surprise and turned back. She was too occupied to notice that someone was constantly watching her.

"Old women! Shoo!" She huffed dramatically at her disabled grandmother, Theresa Mary Clark and then pulled a towel to wipe her hairs.

"Shoo? You naughty little girl! The weather's turning horrible. The weather forecast warned us not to travel late at night. And you are returning around 10. An hour late after work." She complained rolling her wheelchair a little ahead to her.

Amy nodded her head playfully and then dropped the wet towel on the chair. She was in no mood to tell them that she's taking an hour shift from now on to get a good raise on her pay. "They are stupids. Doesn't know a thing, right old women." She took the milkshake and walked to her brother, Colin while Theresa shook her head in annoyance in like, 'nothing can be done to her'

"What's up, champ!" Amy went to her seven years old brother, Colin who was sitting beside their grandma and doing his homework," still doing homework, but you're seven not seventeen. What the hell are your teachers playing at? "

"Language Amy!" Warned her grandma.

"I mean why they are burdening you with this much of work?"

"I got zero in my social science," Colin said sadly.

"Aww, my poor baby. Come here. I'll help you out after you finish your milkshake." Amy pouted then lift him on her shoulders in piggyback style. They both went to the kitchen while Amy served the milkshake and began decorating it.

"So how's your school? Did that Fatso still bother you?"

"Nho! He didn't until today!"

"What did he do today?" Amy asks as she whipped the milkshake.

"After the teacher distributed our test sheet. He took my paper and read out loud the answers. Everyone was laughing at me."

"What did you wrote?"

"I wrote An earthquake is an activity when your body begins shaking even though you're not shaking it. And a volcanic eruption is a blast when you shake your Pepsi bottle for a minute and when you open the cap, the foam that comes out is the lava." Colin replied in a monotonous voice.

"Who the heck taught you that?" She asked in horror.

"You!"

"Me?"

"Yes. Yesterday when I asked you to help me revise for my test." Colin told her and Amy mentally slapped herself in the face. She indeed told exactly what Colin just repeated. She was so busy texting her friends that she spoke bullshit and didn't realize that Colin wrote the same thing in his test as he finds them more easy to memorize.

"They were metaphors!"

"What's a metaphor?"

"Oh fuck!" Amy sighed at his brother because he was too little to understand a few things. She handed over the milkshake to Colin while he still clutched around Amy's shoulder.

"What's the meaning of fuck ?" Colin asks before taking a sip. Amy this time actually clapped her free hand hard against her temple. It was getting annoyed for her and it made her feel stupid.

"Tell me, Amy?"

"Um...Fuck means nice! You know when you like something you say fuck. It makes people happier."

"Oh wow! It's such a nice—no—its such a fuck word." Colin chimes and licks the whip of his milkshake. Her mother entered the kitchen and began serving food for everyone. By the time, the dinner was set, her father joined them. Half of the time, Theresa kept mumbling about Amy coming late or arguing about to drop her job and concentrate on the studies.

"You know I can't do that," Amy whined and clatter her fork against her plate, "stop making a fuss about it, old women."

"Oh for the love of god! How many times I have to beg you to stop calling your grandmother an old woman." Her mother complained in an annoying voice. Amy twitched her lips in zero interest, "what impression will you make on your brother! I've already heard him calling names."

"It was not me. His school's assholes—"

"AMY?" Her mother shrieked with utter rage. She stared Amy with her bulging eyes then at Colin who was already getting anxious to know what was going on.

"Oh..OK I'm sorry. I was just saying I've homework to do, mom. And I think I should get going." She gives them an awkward smile after she washed her hands. She then opened the cabinet and pocketed herself with late-night chocolates and head to upstairs.

"The food was fuck it, mom. I fucked it." Amy heard Colin say and she choked the bar of chocolate at that. She ducked her head and saw each one of them was looking at her. Her mother deafening voice once again filled her ear and this time instead of receiving a flying book or spatula straight to her face, she ran away to her room and locked it behind while her mother was shouting from the kitchen. And her father was laughing.

*****

Friday has arrived quickly than anybody has expected and people were adjusting and blending in. The high school in students life is like heaven or hell, fortunate or tragic. Students were scattered around the hallways chatting about homework, assignment, football, music, gym etcetera etcetera.

But something else was going on with Amy which was fishy; very fishy. and she was master in hiding it from her friends, except for Noah who had been watching her acting weird the moment they separate to their respective classes.

"Save me the seat." She repeated the sentence.

"Ok wait! I mean what's wrong with you. Where the hell do you go exactly at this time?" Noah was anxious.

"I told you it's a girl thing!" She answered fervently.

"No! Something is wrong with you actually. I thought you were having those days but then they don't last for 5 days I guess. And you' be been acting weird for the past 8 days. What's going on?"

"Don't worry, Noah! I won't ask you to buy tampons for me." She chuckled and few heads turned into their direction.

"Gross! You are—can't you speak a little low or maybe don't say it at all." Noah went scarlet.

"Listen! Just go and save a seat for me. Margaret must be dying to see you." Amy chuckled.

"No! She's not!" He said and spun around and stalked away without another word. Amy stared at him for a moment and cursed herself for not sharing it to her friends which she has been doing it for more than a week.

She would run from hallways to hallways in search of Roman even though she never spotted his bike at the parking lot. But today, she saw his bike, right in her place. He has done the same thing as the first day, except that they didn't fight this time but ignored it and Amy parked her bike beside his. She was more happy about him showing at the school. For the past week she's been yearning for him to come.

The final bell rang and Amy kick her leg against the floor in disappointment. In a minute, there were fewer students lurking around hallways. Amy gave up as she was sure that he has gone to his class. Glumly, she took out that paper and read it once again and was ready to tear it when few footsteps made her jump. She spun back on her heels before supervisor teacher could catch her in hallways, but the thudding noise of locker being opened and shut made her stop. She whirled back to see it was Roman. A mischevious smile appeared on her face. Roman slip some books into his backpack and clutched it on his shoulder and plod to his class.

Amy took a breath, glanced sideways to make sure no one was there and quietly walked toward him while her hands ripped out double-sided tape and stuck a small length at the back of that same piece of paper she had for a week.

When she reached near him, she held the paper firmly with both hand and bring it closer to his shoulder.

All set, One two three!

She was almost near him and so close to paste it when Roman spun. Amy was too quick to see him move, so she also whirled back and rolled that paper and stuffed into her mouth. But before she could try to run away Roman had caught her by one arm.

Amy squeezed her eyes shut for being caught red-handed. She thought to swallow the whole the thing so he wouldn't be able to read it but it would be disgusting to digest. Roman twirled her around and she opened her eyes back, acting cool and innocent, eyelashes batting.

"What were you doing?" He asked.

"Nnnaaaaatttiiiiiiggg" her voice goes muffled due to the paper she has stuffed inside.

"What?" He stared at her mouth. She then quickly pull it out from her mouth. Her other hand and shove it back into her back pocket of jeans.

"Nothing!" She replied, disgust with the sour taste of paper.

"Don't lie!"

"Why would I lie. I was just going to my class."

"Oh really, but I didn't saw you walking past me. It looked that you're just walking behind me. "

"So what you're saying is you were searching for me."

"You know that's not what I mean." He snapped.

"What you mean is none of my concern" she rolled her eyes. "Now leave my hand, will you?"

Roman stared for a few seconds but then let go. Amy gave a menacing smile and rock back on her heels. She was feeling triumph for escaping the situation and forgot that Roman grabbed that opportunity to seize the paper she had stuffed behind her back jeans. Amy gasped in shock and looked at him.

Roman was about to open the paper when Amy jumped to seize it back but Roman was too strong that she couldn't reach his other hand. The paper was effortlessly opened and he had read it.

"Want to go on a date. Call me

Number: 760-766-5300

He turned it back and saw the double-sided tape. Everything was clear to him. He understood that she was going to paste it in his back so that he would be overflooded by the girls by the night.

"How did you get my number?"

"Well, it's easy when you create your new facebook account and forget to keep your number private. I got the idea from there." She quickly seized the paper back and ran from there, and disappeared from Roman's sight.