I couldn't believe my eyes... as he walked into the room, walking ever so sexily like a Calvin Klein model, no, supermodel! With his hair slicked back like that, a strand or two falling smoothly on his forehead, his maroon shirt unbuttoned on the top, revealing a bit of his perfectly toned chests,and with shiny black pants hanging on his well built legs; he looked like a cross between Brad Pitt, especially on the facial posture and Tom Cruise on the eyes.
He walked past the first few rows of booths, leaving the girls sitting there gaping like idiots, ignoring their dates who looked pathetically worried. When he reached the booth I was sitting in, he pulled up a chair and sat. When his eyes saw mine, he smiled that beautiful smile of his. I couldn't help but stare at him like the girls at the other booths as if he was the most beautiful creature I've ever seen. Then again, maybe he is!
I still couldn't believe that it was Valentine's Day and he was sitting in front of me. Me, Misha binti Murad, the unpopular Headmaster's daughter, and not my bestfriend Farah Coleena, the Beauty Queen of Seremban High School. Farah and I have been bestfriends since we were eight. Despite our opposite qualities, we will and always be the best of friends, keeping the oath we made long time ago.
I have always been secretly envious of her looks and charm. The way she made guys swoon and head over heels just by glancing a micro minute at them. She's loved by her family, friends and teachers. She's everyone's favourite and I'm just her sidekick. We've been dubbed "The Beauty and The Brain". It hurts, although I always pretended I didn't care and just laughed it off.
It hurts that we are so different. Why can't we both be beautiful and popular? Life would be much easier. It's not that Farah is taking advantage of being friends with me, like copying all my homework just because she's too busy with her social life. No, she's nothing like that. Instead, she's been the total opposite, like trying to fit me in with her other cool friends, doing make overs on me and introducing me to the guys she knew. It's just that I can't pretend anymore. I've always dreamed that some day, some guy will like me, not her.
And there he was, sitting in front of me, looking extra gorgeous (if that is possible) with his eyes on me. A dream came true. My mind drifted into a fantasy of me wearing a beautiful gown in arms of my shiny knight in armor, him, on a white horse when suddenly he interrupted me, saying, "So, about Farah,..."
-I wrote this essay in English class, back when I read too many Sweet Valleys and when Brad Pitt was still a bachelor and Tom Cruise was still sane. 2001.
