I felt so stupid for saying those words to her.
"Just please don't get yourself into trouble again." I remember myself saying, and I know that I almost sound like I'm begging.
Why would I even say those words? Why would I care if she gets in trouble again?
We are totally strangers and we got nothing to do with each other so why do I keep involving myself with her? This is madness.
I sighed as I entered my next class.
"Hey, is it true? Lia slapped her in front of the library?" Jae asked curiously as he appear behind me. Rumors travel really fast.
I took a deep breath and sat on my chair. I didn't answer his stupid query. I don't want to feed his curiosity right now.
"Come on tell me." I let out another sigh because Jae is starting to annoy me.
"You used to love watching girls fight over you. What's happening dude?" Jae said laughingly. I clenched my fist in annoyance but I kept my cool.
"Just shut up Jae." I said dryly. I heard him murmur.
"Yeah whatever." He said in defeat. He knows he can't make me talk if I don't want to.
After my class, I hurriedly went out of my classroom and then go straight to the library. It's the only place I know where I can find peace and silence. I don't know what's happening to me but I'm not in my usual self these past few days. I felt lost. I felt like I'm missing something. I felt so bored these days that nothing seems to excite me.
I entered the library and went to my usual reading spot. The table in front of the window that is located behind the shelves. A place good enough for hiding.
When I reached the table, someone was already there. She was sitting on my usual spot, the seat in front of the window overlooking the small pond inside our campus. Her back was facing me so I can't really see her face. I walked towards the table and took the seat beside her.
I was really surprised when the girl turn to look at me. Of all people, why does it have to be her? What in the universe is happening? As much as I don't believe in coincidences, this sht keeps happening to me.
She looked away and just ignored my presence and continue reading what she's reading.
I sighed and did the same thing.
I took out the book inside my bag and started reading. After few minutes of surprisingly comfortable silence. I dare spoke to her.
"What are you reading?" I asked casually even though I feel really nervous. Why am I nervous? This is not me.
"The Little Prince." She answered nonchalantly. I expected her to ignore my question but she didn't.
Then there's the deafening silence again...
"Read that when I was seven." I commented to break the silence.
"So do I." She answered without taking her eyes off the book.
"Why are you reading it again then?" I asked curiously because I think there's no point in reading same material over again.
"Try reading it for the second time, you'll know why." She answered as she continued reading.
"Okay I'll try."
"You should. I swear it'll give you a whole new experience." She said enthusiastically. A subtle smile crept my lips.
A cheerleader who loves books huh? I used to believe that cheerleaders are just bunch of flexible airheads. I was wrong.
"Hey about what happened this morning." I finally found the courage to bring it up.
