Someone said, "Oh my God! It's Arvin! Look! Arvin's coming! Woah..." Her excitement was so fervent that she couldn't help letting out a scream.

Another woman said, "Yes! It's really him. Look at him, he's taking off his sunglasses! Oh, wow. Isn't he a dreamboat? I'm actually short of breath. I like him so much! I don't know what to do. My heart is racing..."

Why all this doe-eyed fawning, Angela thought with irritation, rubbing her ears. Why, over nobody but Arvin? Women always found him attractive.

Angela was faced with beautiful things every day, like flowers. Her emotional repertoire was already at its limit. She couldn't imagine herself going crazy like this over some handsome guy. These girls were so insane, so immature.

Besides, Angela had an amiable friendship with him. Ordinarily, Angela would whistle to Arvin, or joke around with him in the corridors. But now, she didn't want to face him...

However, Arvin called her name with a unadulterated look of anger.

Nancy started. She glanced at him, then Angela, then back to him. She thought they wanted to have a talk, so she released Angela and said, "Er...I better go. See you two later."

Arvin merely nodded to Nancy, and turned to Angela about to say something.

But Angela was too quick. She yanked Nancy back, ostensibly overcome. Nancy spun around and faced Angela who whispered, "Nancy, don't go just yet. Please."

Nancy, understanding the fullness of the situation, swiftly returned to Angela's side out of concern.

Arvin didn't care either way, and asked Angela what he had meant to ask in the first place. "What did my mother say to you?"

"She said the coffee in Les Cafés De La Rive Gauche is pretty good," said Angela with a blank look on her face. "And that it will be cold tomorrow, so I better wear more clothes...that's all."

The more she rambled, the more she gave herself away. Arvin glowered at her, growing more disdainful with every word. "Angela Si!" He yelled. At last, here was the hate-filled voice she dreaded.

Angela and Nancy stood stock-still as his yell boomed, trying not to look at their shoes in fear.

But Angela's heart was emboldened by it. She glared at Arvin and shouted spitefully to match his volume. "Why don't you ask your mother what she said? Why do you ask me? I didn't say anything, okay? Why are you mad at me?"

'Oh my god!' thought Nancy. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. Nancy never thought Angela could work herself up so much. She tugged her sleeve and said, "Angela, calm down, calm down..."

Arvin stared at her and said, placidly, "I am not mad at you."

All he'd wished to know was what his mother had told her, which made her not want to live with him. But he never thought Angela could lie to him. He felt like his throat was closing up, he was so helpless.

"Whatever!" Angela shrieked. "I'm leaving!" Angela pulled Nancy away, but felt compelled to stay again when she heard Arvin's voice behind her.copy right hot novel pub