(This one is short)
6
We settled out the car and checked myself again if anything was sticking out or revealing the yarn. Luke on the other hand was in perfect condition. It’s hard to believe he was real. “Thanks for helping me.” I said. “I owe you one.”
He smirk, “Sure but were you really looking for that rusty ring?” He knew the answer. “Don’t worry your secrets safe with me.” Winking at me.
That put me in shy mode by twirling my fingers together. His sweater was kind of big on me and the length was down to my thighs nevertheless it smelled like him. (That’s one of the things I didn’t want to give back.) Eyeing around, there were people staring at our way. The attention was overwhelming for me but the bell rang. “Well… I guess we should get going.”
Taking my bag and just when I was about to reach for my bike, Luke blocked me from his trunk. “No you don’t.”
I opened my mouth to explain that I didn’t need help until he announced, “Flat tire.”
I sigh, “So now what?”
“I can take you home again.” He suggested.
Two times in one day, what a miracle. A fantasy coming true but I needed to head back to reality. “I don’t want you to think I’m free loading you.”
This time he laughed, “Why would you think that?”
There wasn’t much I can say than this, “I feel like you’re babying me.”
“Is that all?”
I looked at his green eyes.
“There’s no way I see you as a baby or a free loader. You have bad luck the past couple days. It’s no problem.”
That’s not half of it. I said to myself. The bell had rung so I started walking to the school and Luke followed beside me. We didn’t touch but his arm was very close to mine. Thinking about him grasping my hand in his, intertwined, had me cross my arm together.
“Are you cold?”
Shaking my head, I gripped my arms tighter, turning a little red wondering what else he offer. “No, I’m good.”
I didn’t want any more bad luck to come for the rest of the day but seeming it wouldn’t be, I prayed, at least Diana would keep me safe.
Stopping at my first classroom, Timbert happen to be there. Preparing myself for his unpleasant comments, I took a deep breath, entering the annoying world of torture. Shockingly, as soon as he saw me, he avoided eye contact, quickly walking away from us and entering the room.
Gawking, what the hell? I remembered the situation of Luke retrieving my book from the bathroom, not knowing the solution that got Tim shaken up. “Who would have thought, the guy would leave any girl alone.” I spoke aloud.
“I guess I roughed him up a bit too much.” Muttering.
I was both curious and nervous. “What did you tell him?”
The moment he opened his mouth someone behind me said, “Miss Rosary, mind if you get in class.”
So much for that. “Sorry Mrs. Cover.”
A smudged came at his features, “Later then.” In a split second, he strolled away, easily, hands in his pockets, not in a hurry to be late.
Their glares came right after I took my seat. Please let this phase pass.
Waiting to hide from everyone was probably the best idea today. Nevertheless, the desk I took the seat was (unfortunately) in the center of the class was the only one open.
Through of the whole hour, I was trying to figure out what overcame Timbert. Highly aware he kept tapping his hand against the desk, almost desperate to leave. Only ten minutes of the class (two seats away from me) he glanced at me, fearfully, stood up, claiming he had the flu, and sprinted out.
Walking out, even more confuse. I didn’t end up being alone outside for long. Luke was walking toward me. “Hey.”
Awkwardly, I waved. “Hey.”
“Did anything happen in class?”
I didn’t want to think about the strange occurrence and go overboard about it. Maybe he did have the flu. “Just same old stuff.” To change the subject, I ask, “What about you? Did anything happen in your class?”
Shrugging, he replied, “Nothing much than yours.”
I noticed an envelope in his hand was all pink. Jealousy sparked my mind, thinking a girl in his early class wrote something, informing she wanted him to be her date for the dance that was coming up. Giving a playful act, I put up a fake smile and whistle, “So who’s the lucky gal?” What got me to say that?
I was going to apologize but he was faster, “Some girl gave this to me and ask if I could be her date but I refuse. I feel bad but I just got here. Plus, it seems wrong.” Deeply into my eyes, I melted inside. His effect on me curled my doubts away. It was only a several seconds however, still looking at me, tossed the piece of paper behind me; from what I heard was a “clunk”.
The poor girl wouldn’t have a chance with him. I didn’t know whether to be relieved or guilty. Our bodies were closer than usual realizing people were staring our way. I pulled back.
He was the one who replied, “Let’s get to class. Shall we?”
The hallway didn’t give much room and the students were crumpled really close today. I had no choice when he and I knocked into each other to approach the next room. To my clumsiness, Luke had no choice but to grasp my arm, preventing me to likely be stepped on if I fallen. Surely enough, my heart accelerated tenfold but we made it to our next period.
