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Coincidence or Destine?

Short story By: Mayleila
Romance


Arianna Thompson an interior designer fell in love when she was in high school. Although a geek she was asked out by the cutest jock ever! She couldn't believe it but on prom night. An awful joke was put on her and she left not looking back at her past....several years later she meets that CUTE jock again. Desire sparks, and love flares....what happens next? Will she forgive him? Will he apologize? read on Readers!


Submitted:Mar 7, 2010    Reads: 1,419    Comments: 1    Likes: 6   


Hey my name is Arianna Thompson. I am an interior designer at Mona's Corporate. My daily schedule involves a series of clients who comes in every day with a serious problem. The reason they have finally consulted an interior designer is because they tried doing it themselves but couldn't do it. It just didn't look great. That's why they have finally come to me. There was this one client that I met just two months ago; she wore a skirt that screamed "I'm desperate!" Not to be mean or anything. It was short…too short that if she bended down you would see something you don't want to…in fact that's what happened. She dropped her keys while fussing about needing an interior designer as fast as she can. She told me she was having her "soon to be" boyfriend over and she needed me to make her house look exotic. I don't know, maybe it's just me but with words I picture all kinds of colors with it. When she said exotic all I could think of is seductive colors which is maroon reflecting the characteristic that you are not tamed yet and you reveal a secret. Along with that, the color of violet reflecting the characteristic that you are playful and teasing at the same time. I could already see what I'm going to do with the place. I was still deep in thought about my making up what I should do soon with my place as soon as possible when someone knocked on the door.

"Come in." I said and looked up to see who it was that knocked. It was a man. A handsome man and he looked like someone in particular to me. Hm…wonder if he's Jake Anderson the boy back in high school that I fell deeply in love with but was deeply humiliated by.

"Please have a seat." I gestured to the chairs in front of me. He smiled and sat in front of me. "How may I help you?"

"My name is Jake Anderson. I am in need of major make over at my house. There is going to be a major party going on but I do not know how to arrange it. I've tried every ends but it always comes up to a dead stop. Wonder if you can help me?" Jake said smoothly with his hands on his lap.

Jake Anderson…maybe it's just a coincidence. "Certainly. Do you know of any themes you would like to have?" I asked him.

"Yes, the party is a beach party and it's supposed to be a romantic…yet fun party." Jake answered her.

"Oh that would fit perfectly." I grinned at him. His eyes widened for a sec or was it just my imagination.

"May I ask what your name is?" Jake asked boldly.

"My name is Arianna Thompson." I stated and ruffled through some papers to find my contracts.

"Arianna….Arianna Thompson." Jake rolled her name around his tongue. "I think I know you. Did you go to Lakeview High School?" He asked and I felt myself heating up because I did go and now I know that it's not a coincidence. It is Jake, my crush.

"Y-yes." I hesitated.

"Oh my god! I'm Jake! Jake Anderson! Do you remember me? I took you to prom…and..?" He stopped and his face turned red as he burst out laughing.

"No I do not remember you. In fact, I don't know who you are at all." Okay, so I lied but he deserves it. I hate him!

"Oh…" he stopped laughing and looked at me curiously.

"What are you looking at?" I asked him finding myself curious as well.

"You have changed, Arianna. You look stunning. Is that your natural hair color?" He moved forward so he can touch my hair. I backed up.

"Yes it is and please do not touch me." I said to him. "Now back to business. This is the contract I would like it if you signed here and here." I pointed to the spots that needed signing. "Basically this contract is saying that after renovations and the deadline are met you would pay me up in full of the business I had with you." Arianna gave him a straight face.

"Oh ok." He wrote his name down on both lines.

"So Arianna how is life? Do you have a boyfriend?" He asked her finding himself curious about what has happened all those years after the incident.

"Life has been good and no I do not have a boyfriend." I said. "When do you wish to begin the renovations?" I asked him.

"Tomorrow would be great." He said. "I'll meet you at my beach house at 8:00 a.m. My address is 4534 Park Avenue. Here is my number 686-366-4547 call me."

"Sounds good with me." I stood up and he stood up as well. He was taller than me. I'm 5'7 ft he should probably be around 6'0 ft.

"Well, Miss Thompson it was nice meeting you again." He gave her a teasing smile.

"I feel the same way, Mr. Anderson." I shook his hand and he went out the door.

When he left I fell onto my chair and hit my head against my desk. After all these years I meet him again. This is impossible. I groaned and hit my head against the desk again.

It was 7:30 a.m. and I was not at the beach yet. Oh well, I guess he can wait. The traffic is high right now so I would have an excuse. My phone ring and I picked up.

"Hello, this is Arianna Thompson? How may I help you?" I asked politely.

"Miss Thompson, may I ask where you are?" Jake demanded in the phone.

"Mr. Anderson as a matter of fact I'm in the middle of traffic. What is it that you wish to say to me?" I asked him feeling annoyed because it has not been 8:00 a.m. and he's already demanding me to be there.

"I'm over at my place and it's 7:30 and you aren't here yet." He stated.

"I know. As I recall you said meet you at your place at 8:00." I retorted.

"Yes but you are always on time…like 30 minutes before the original appointment." He said into the phone.

"Where did you get that idea?" I asked him finding myself curious as to how he remember that I always arrive 30 minutes early.

"Back in high school when we had dated well you always came on time…way before I did."

"Oh well I'm sorry but lets stick with business not with personal matters. I still have 30 minutes so please be patient." I said to him. I was just around the block now.

"Okay well hurry!" He demanded.

"Bossy!" I shouted in the phone and hanged up.





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