"Miqaila!" A voice resonated through the school hallway and I turned facing it. It came from a girl around my age huffing out of breath chasing after me.
"Jessy.. What's wrong?" I questioned looking at her and she took a deep breath before handing a piece of envelope to me. I was stunned and stared at it without saying anything. Raising my eyebrows I looked at her demanding an explanation. She grins and her cheek flushed into a pink shade, "I'm so sorry for disturbing you.. But can you please give this to Kyle?" She shyly shoved the envelope in my hand and ran leaving me alone still processing her words. What am I? A deliverygirl?
I gritted my teeth and all I want to do is to rip the envelope in my hand. It's obviously another never ending love letters from Kyle's fan. Everyone in the school knows that I'm very close to Kyle since we grew up together since we were 6. To put it simply I've been watching him growing up since he's a messy dumb kid to a grown up teenage. He's quite the popular guy in school but no one ever dared to come closer to him since he have the -I'll kill whoever come near me- expression on his face. Not that he purposely did it.
Almost crumpling the envelope I shoved it into my bag not even caring if I destroyed it. The smell of perhaps a bottle of perfume reached my nostrils making me sneeze. What the hell. What a waste. Did they really think it's a good idea spraying perfume all over the cheesy love letter?
Sneezing several time I fixed the round spectacle that framed my emerald green eyes which I inherited from my mother. My wavy dark hair swayed as the light breeze caressed it. It's the end of fall and soon winter will come. I have to make sure I have enough clothes in my wardrobe to go through the winter. I've always hated winter because it's too cold for me and I'm freezing to death. Looking down to my slightly dirty shoe I wondered when was the last time I washed it. I'll probably wash it on weekend.
As I was busy talking to my innerself I bumped into a wall and instantly backed off. Looking up to the wall I realized it's not actually an actual wall but a guy. Not just a random guy but someone I've had a crush for over a year. Isaac.. I hold my breath when his pale blue eyes pierced into mine. "I-I'm sorry." I stuttered and felt like slapping myself right at that moment. Duh why do I have to stutter at this moment. Isaac didn't seems to be angry. Instead of getting angry like most of the guys did when I bumped to them Isaac let out a small chuckle making my heart melted.
"It's fine. My bad. I didn't look at my way." He smiled and I wasn't sure if he really meant it or he's being sarcastic referring his words to me. He's my senior, 2 years older and he's excel in everything. Academic, sport and everything! He's in the college committee club as well and is a very well known person for being such a responsible student. The lecturers always mentioned his name too as a role model for others.
"Are you okay?" He genuinely asked with a slightly frown on his forehead and I instantly nodded my head. "Umm y-yea.. I'm fine." Averting my eyes away from him I felt my cheek heated up in embarrassment. He didn't let me go without reminding me to always look at my way and it embarrassed me to be told so by my own crush.
"Well then.. I'll see you around.. Miqaila." My name rolled off his tongue as he stared down to my name tag. All I can do was just hoping that he don't notice my red face. My heart would've stop beating if he called out my name once again but luckily he didn't. Not to mention that he just said I'll see you around. I didn't hear him wrong right? It's almost as if he's looking forward to meet me in the future. Just the thought of it made my heart skipped a beat.
I ran out from the college gate. My last lecture ended a couple of minutes ago and I need to go home as soon as possible. I need to help my mother with her small cafe right next to our medium sized house. I wasn't born in a rich family and I am lucky to be able to get enrolled into this college as a scholarship student. Which obviously means everyone in it are super rich and they look down at the scholarship student. It's not like they're any better than me in academic. I can confidently say that I'm better than some them in academic. Except for sports of course.. It's a nightmare for me.
