Wonderingly I peeked to the gazebo. It was empty. My classmates I saw sitting in it before I went to the toilet had gone, probably into the class we were waiting to be opened. When I came to think of meeting with the same lecturer who taught me last semester, I got a bit excited. I was sure I would not be detained for coming in late. All I had in my mind before entering the class was I wanted to head to my seat after greeting the teacher without having a peek to anybody’s face who would be smirking at me.
I stopped right in front of the door and breathed in deeply. The voice I was already acquainted with whacked my eardrum. I did not know what I was waiting for but my feet seemed glued to the floor. Hardly moved them, I seriously was.
“What have you got for your results, guys?” I heard the lecturer asking the class.
Without waiting any longer, I opened the door. As I expected, everybody stared at me. I grinned on impulse. It was reassuring to see the lecturer returned the smile. I wanted to greet her out loud but my voice seemed stuck in my throat. Even after I harrumphed, it was indeed very hard. It was even harder when I saw where my bag I asked a very best friend of mine to hold while I went to the toilet was located.
‘Oh gosh, my seat was right in front of him! What am I going to do?’ my heart screeched in disbelief. By no means could I let it out. The whole class would be dumbfounded to know who I had been secretly in love with. Ugh!
Each step I took was incredibly heavy causing me to move at a very slow pace. I felt like turning away back to the door and running to anywhere my feet could take me to but not to this place, not to this class. The breeze the air-conditioner blew did not seem to work at all. My body was sweating all over the place! Just like how pigs sweated. I’d bet even pigs did not sweat like I did.
“Good morning, my dear,” the lecturer said with a sweet smile.
But I did not think the lovability of the smile could whittle down the bitter I was feeling deep down inside me.
“Good morning,” I replied.
Oh my god! My voice was squeaky! Luckily the whole class did not think so. I could tell that for they did not laugh though I heard some uncertain buzzes coming from nowhere.
“She always comes with a sweet smile!” a compliment blurted out from someone’s mouth which I doubted was sincere.
How could my smile look sweet if I could not think of doing anything other than running away from going to my seat which was seriously in front of him? I was not some kind of angel who would look sweet no matter what. Was he going to face my back for the entire class?
This was indeed very sense-racking! I breathed in for umpteenth times. I saw my very best friend that had helped me to hold my bag and place it at a very right place smiling at me. The boy sitting behind her was also smiling. What were they up to? What was up with the smile?
The moment I reached the seat, I promised not to look at the face of the one’s who I thought might also be looking at me just like how the others were doing.
After laying my bottom on the chair, I felt my heart throbbed strangely fast. I could not even sit properly! I could not even lean my back to the chair! I got more troubled every time I got closer to him. Was this man a kind of alien with strange auras that nowhere could be found in this Earth?
I heard the boy sitting behind my best friend calling my name. I turned around and smiled at him. He commented on my figure which he thought was not as big as I’d ever told him at Facebook. My favourite boy was smiling at me but I was afraid to look into his eyes and return the smile. I wished I had the guts to do so. We both might be more satisfied otherwise.
Not to boast or whatnot, but I was sure that both guys sitting behind me and my best friend were talking about me. I heard them mentioning my name for more than twice but I did not know what it was all about. I felt like asking but just so you know, I had already turned into a statue after I sat on the chair. It was a magic my favorite boy owned – turning me into a statue. Alive but idle statue.
I have no idea when this feeling will last but I hope it won’t. It is important as it soothes me each time irritating things get my nerves on.
I love it and I love my favorite boy.
I stopped right in front of the door and breathed in deeply. The voice I was already acquainted with whacked my eardrum. I did not know what I was waiting for but my feet seemed glued to the floor. Hardly moved them, I seriously was.
“What have you got for your results, guys?” I heard the lecturer asking the class.
Without waiting any longer, I opened the door. As I expected, everybody stared at me. I grinned on impulse. It was reassuring to see the lecturer returned the smile. I wanted to greet her out loud but my voice seemed stuck in my throat. Even after I harrumphed, it was indeed very hard. It was even harder when I saw where my bag I asked a very best friend of mine to hold while I went to the toilet was located.
‘Oh gosh, my seat was right in front of him! What am I going to do?’ my heart screeched in disbelief. By no means could I let it out. The whole class would be dumbfounded to know who I had been secretly in love with. Ugh!
Each step I took was incredibly heavy causing me to move at a very slow pace. I felt like turning away back to the door and running to anywhere my feet could take me to but not to this place, not to this class. The breeze the air-conditioner blew did not seem to work at all. My body was sweating all over the place! Just like how pigs sweated. I’d bet even pigs did not sweat like I did.
“Good morning, my dear,” the lecturer said with a sweet smile.
But I did not think the lovability of the smile could whittle down the bitter I was feeling deep down inside me.
“Good morning,” I replied.
Oh my god! My voice was squeaky! Luckily the whole class did not think so. I could tell that for they did not laugh though I heard some uncertain buzzes coming from nowhere.
“She always comes with a sweet smile!” a compliment blurted out from someone’s mouth which I doubted was sincere.
How could my smile look sweet if I could not think of doing anything other than running away from going to my seat which was seriously in front of him? I was not some kind of angel who would look sweet no matter what. Was he going to face my back for the entire class?
This was indeed very sense-racking! I breathed in for umpteenth times. I saw my very best friend that had helped me to hold my bag and place it at a very right place smiling at me. The boy sitting behind her was also smiling. What were they up to? What was up with the smile?
The moment I reached the seat, I promised not to look at the face of the one’s who I thought might also be looking at me just like how the others were doing.
After laying my bottom on the chair, I felt my heart throbbed strangely fast. I could not even sit properly! I could not even lean my back to the chair! I got more troubled every time I got closer to him. Was this man a kind of alien with strange auras that nowhere could be found in this Earth?
I heard the boy sitting behind my best friend calling my name. I turned around and smiled at him. He commented on my figure which he thought was not as big as I’d ever told him at Facebook. My favourite boy was smiling at me but I was afraid to look into his eyes and return the smile. I wished I had the guts to do so. We both might be more satisfied otherwise.
Not to boast or whatnot, but I was sure that both guys sitting behind me and my best friend were talking about me. I heard them mentioning my name for more than twice but I did not know what it was all about. I felt like asking but just so you know, I had already turned into a statue after I sat on the chair. It was a magic my favorite boy owned – turning me into a statue. Alive but idle statue.
I have no idea when this feeling will last but I hope it won’t. It is important as it soothes me each time irritating things get my nerves on.
I love it and I love my favorite boy.
4 comments:
i knowwww who is your favourite boy. *gelak jahat*
Kakaaaaaak! Shuh shuh. Hahahaha :")
А! Buona spedizione e questo post mi ha aiutato molto nel mio assegnazione college. Gratitudine voi come i tuoi dati.
Great! :D
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