One more week went by and on the following Monday, I found Benjamin waiting for me again at the college parking lot in the evening. My classes had just gotten over for the day and luckily for me, the yard was pretty much crowded during that time so, I spotted his silver-colored car, BMW Sedan, before he saw me.
“Oh shoot!” I gasped and quickly ducked my body.
He’s still here in Coasuta?
I scurried over behind a car like a chicken on the run. Lina was with me then and boy! If she wasn’t beyond shock to see me scrambling around like a lunatic in the college yard.
“What are you doing?!” She strode behind me a bit panicky at the way I was behaving.
“Shhh!!” I pressed my right forefinger over my lips and pulled her along with me.
“What’s going on?” She whispered to me when we finally got cover.
“That guy leaning on the silver sedan is the one we’re running from. Ex issues.”
“Oh! So what do we do?”
“I don’t know. Is he looking this way?” I asked and both of us slowly and sneakily peeked over the hood of the car we were hiding behind.
Two deafening beeps of the car we were hiding behind sent Lina and I slumping on the ground, startled. I whirled in the spur of the moment, my back flattening against the side of the car, left palm slapping the car hard and the other hand on my heart. Augustine appeared from behind the car two seconds later looking as fine as a movie-star in casual clothing. Lina immediately jumped up to her feet. Me being a little slow with reflexes remained on the ground looking up to Augustine stunned.
Where did he come from?
Apparently confused, he furrowed his eyebrows, tucked his tongue to his cheek – I’ve realized it’s a habit of his – and questioned, “What are you doing down there, Sophia?”
“Me? I’m. . . just. . .” I shrugged and drummed my fingers on the car door. “Nothing!” I shook my head and chuckled a bit at him.
“That sure looks like nothing.” He returned, the corner of his lips twitching in very slight motion.
I laughed again, all teeth showing, and simply looked at the car only to realize it was his black Passport.
“Umm. . . anyway.” I stood up halfway. I was still mindful of the fact that Benjamin was still around.
My back bent over like those of hunchbacks, I proceeded to move to take cover behind the next car. Augustine stood by just watching with utter amazement in his eyes like. . . ’Good Lord, what is she up to?′ Never have I felt so silly in front of anyone in my entire life but, I couldn’t help it. The situation called and Augustine could barely suppress his laughter.
“What are you hiding from?” He laughed.
“Uh, it’s nothing. Just. . . someone.” I brushed it off busily.
“Are your classes over?”
“Yeah!” I huffed as I faced him, already tired from bent-walking.
“Are you coming to my place now or what?”
I took a moment to think. I usually stopped by our apartment first before going over to Walnut Lane. But, seeing that it was almost time for me to go to his place too, I decided to leave when I could get a ride. That way, I could sneak off without running into Benjamin either.
“Yeah. I can go now.” I whispered to him.
“Get in.” He said and pulled the driver-seat door open.
I turned to Lina, “I’ll see you tomorrow, then. Going to work now. Bye!”
I opened the backseat door and crawled in.
“What’re you doing in the back seat?” Augustine asked from his seat.
“I didn’t want to go around in case he might see me.” I replied as, from the back seat, I crept into the front seat on all fours, arms and legs going everywhere.
Augustine scooted over towards the car door to make space for me while he sat there watching me in full attention and curiosity. . . in the same way he would watch a crackhead do mad things.
“Sorry for the trouble.” I panted when I finally settled in next to him.
He took a deep breath and exhaled long and deep. “No problem. So, who are you running from?” He asked, peering past me Benjamin’s way.
I leaned forward so as to hide my face from Benjamin’s view. “Can you start driving, please?”
Without another word, Augustine ignited the engine and rolled out into the street only for me to panic that he wasn’t driving homeward but, toward Benjamin.
“What are you doing?!” I shrieked and immediately slid down from my seat to hide in the little space where only my legs were supposed to be.
With no reply, Augustine drove on while my heart hammered against my ribs inside at his action. And watching him driving with his eyes trained on the road ahead of him, the only word that significantly echoed in my mind was BETRAYAL!!
I can’t believe this!
“What?” He looked down on me amused and then laughed.
I should learn to not voice out my thoughts.
I tried to creep lower into the little space and hide my face in the car seat. The speed at which he was driving at slowed down too when we neared Benjamin and I, for a moment, I wondered if they were secretly friends who had schemed up a plan together which would result in Augustine handing me over to Benjamin.
Result of reading too many novels.
While my face stayed hidden over the car seat, I felt the car pick up speed and I looked up to see if we have driven pass Benjamin. From this parallel angle, my gaze immediately crashed into Benjamin’s who happened to look our way at the same time through Augustine’s window. With a startled shriek, I lurched back and hit the back of my head on the glove compartment.
“Ow!” I groaned and rubbed the back of my head. “Why did you do that?” I looked up to him.
“I’m not the one who hit you, gorgeous.” He returned nonchalantly, eyes forward.
“Not thaaat. I mean, why are you driving this way?”
“Just wanted to take a good look at his face.”
He shrugged. “Just so.”
“He totally saw me.”
“He your boyfriend?”
“Boyfriend? Bleh!” I stuck out my tongue and made a nauseated gesture. “Ex. My biggest regret.”
He nodded nonchalantly. “You going to sit that way till we reach home?”
I looked about me and laughed at how I was still cramped up in the tiny space. “It’s fun sitting this way. You should try it too.”
He laughed, eyes light and soft with amusement. “You’re crazy.”
I got up and sat down properly on the seat. Taking a deep breath, I looked over at him. He was quiet again.
“So, are you coming for the circle tomorrow?”
“Maybe.” He answered.
“What do you think? Like, anything you think about the circle, what you expect, if you think it’s stupid or. . . just anything.”
“Of course, I don’t think it’s stupid.” He said. “We never know but, it might actually help someone. I think it’s good but, it’s still something I would not organize, lead, like that. . . not my thing.”
I nodded with a wide, contented grin stretched on my pleased face. I understood what he meant. He seemed to be a very reserved type of person so, the fact that he, at least, didn’t think this was all stupid was good enough.
“Have you ever tried taking Hippocrates’ personality test?” I turned to him rather enthusiastically.
He shook his head. “No.”
“I’m suuuchhh a sucker for personality tests.” I drawled with great emphasis and an eye roll to add more effect. “I take like literally every test. Not that they are a 100% accurate but, it’s just fun you know. Sometimes it helps to get to know myself more. I’m the phlegmatic type but, anyway I was thinking. . .” I took a moment to swallowed a deep breath of air. “That if you try taking the test, your result might be the choleric type of person. You know, those. . . practical, logical kind of people.”
I peered out into the sky and wondered for a moment. “I just find you so. . . choleric. Like that’s the first impression I had about you. You look like you’ll take no bullshit, no slogging, you won’t talk about things that sound silly, you’re pretty organized, skeptical, a little scary. . .”
“Scary?” His eyebrows knitted a little and he had a comical smirk on his lips.
“Well. . .” I shrugged.
“Are you scared of me or what?”
“Me? Pff!” I laughed in full confidence. “I’m not scared of you, of course. I’m a tough tough woman!”
He immediately gave me the most disapproving, displeased frown of the universe and in matter of seconds, my laughter dropped to the floor. He stared at me that way for a few seconds and I swallowed.
“Sure you’re tough.” He cracked a winning smile moments later as he looked back to the road.
“I am tough!”
“What was that then?”
“I was just surprised, okay? Not scaaaared. I mean, imagine! Pff.” I rolled my eyes again.
He simply chuckled and continued to drive. I pulled out my phone and proceeded to take the test for him according to my own opinion of what I thought of him. The result I got was 70% Choleric. I showed the percentage to him and read out his personalities to him.
Practical, successful, independent, goal-oriented, tough-minded. . . and so it went on and his only response was a series of nonchalant, deliberate nodding.
“Sounds like I’m a really cool guy.” He joked with a small smirk and I laughed along.
“You should really try this test. I want to know your result.”
By the time we reached his house, Romeo and Arizona weren’t back from school yet so I, sort of, forced him to take a moment at the kitchen counter and take the test. Sitting right across him on the counter, I waited for him to finish taking the test, sipping on my coke, curiosity bubbling up from my stomach to every part of me. I knew the result would not completely reveal the kind of person he is but, even if it would be a bit, I wanted to know him more.
Tapping my fingertips on the kitchen counter, I waited and watched, smiled and sipped my coke. He glanced up from his phone once a while just to catch me smirking excitedly.
I checked the time ony phone. One minute had gone by.
God, why is he taking forever?!
Three minutes later that felt like a century for me, he looked up and showed me his phone screen. “Here’s the result, miss.”
With a bright smile, I straightened my back on the couch and leaned forward. When I finally saw the test result, my mouth felt apart and my eyes grew as wide as footballs that I could almost feel them jumping out of the sockets.
Eyes wide and mouth agape, I looked up at him. “What?”
“That’s what it says.”
“Lemme see.” I took his phone from his hand and studied it.
I found that he had a stronger melancholic personality but out of the remaining three, Choleric was more dominant. 52% Choleric, 36% Phlegmatic and 9% Sanguine.
“Your guess was pretty close too.” He said.
“Yeah.” I drawled and made him take another test of the same theory from a different website.
This time, it turned out he had a more Choleric personality but, the melancholic percentages were pretty high too, which meant he was a Melancholic-Choleric type of person, which also further led us to the conclusion that he could be an ESTJ. When I read out the personalities of ESTJs to him with examples, he pretty much agreed on everything.
Then later on he said, “You know, if I had taken this test two years ago, we would get a completely different result. Of course, we have some permanently dominate qualities but, people change.”
“What would be the possible result if you took this test two years ago?”
“I don’t know. What’s the worst personality?” He smiled at me.
I smiled back. “I don’t think you’re that bad.”
He shook his head with a calm, contemplative smile. “You have no idea, Miss Swann.”