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Chapter 9- I'm Invited

(Lou's POV)

Mr. Brooke adjusted himself in his seat as he continued shooting us his terrorising glances.

"All of you must be of much talent or experience to be here to encounter our discussions.", he says with a gruff voice. He sighs and straightens up, taking out a long chalk as he writes 'Character Development, Plot, Dialogue, Setting'

I scanned through the words repeatedly. Thinking about it was already strenuous. I didn't know how much more back-breaking it is when I make my own story.

"Think about this. Write. Impress me.", Mr. Brooke says in a direct manner.

What?! I mean.... what?! That was absolutely unanticipated! How does he presume that we could do this straightaway?

I snap myself back to reality to see the solemn Mr. Brooke gazing right at me.

"Are you thinking of your plot or daydreaming, miss?", he asks as I wince in response.

"Oh! Uh... Mr. Brooke! I- I was just thinking about my story. Uh... finding a right storyline... a good one, actually!", I answer trying to conceal my quivering fingers.

"And what will be your plot?", he queries and my lips shuddered.

"Sir, I actually haven't found it yet... I haven't found the meaty, good scenario yet...", I reacted as my hands still trembled.

"Too bad. Haven't you found any idea?", he asks as I look around as if the answer was there, somewhere.

"Yeah, it's too bad, sir but I actually thought of... something more humorous or mysterious, yeah like comedy murder.", I respond, blushing to the most dimwitted idea I thought of.

I glared at Chase who was sniggering beside me.

"Comedy murder is a strange genre but maybe you could toil on that.", he says continuing his stroll around the room, checking each one's ideas.

I sigh in relief to the impression that Sir left me alone but Chase still stared at me trying to restrain his chortling.

"Oh, cut it out.", I say as he silently giggles.

So, I thought of writing an uncomplicated story. I didn't want it to be such a thriller, though.

"Chase, what's your story?", I ask as my vision, once again, directly fell to his stunning eyes.

"Well, I thought of something that related to religion. Revelation. Uhh.. the rapture, yes..", he explained as I nod my head.

"That's really unique..", I reply as he blushes.

Time flew by but I still haven't thought of a good storyline.

"Okay, class. This is taking time. That will be homework for 2 weeks. I need a story with more than 7 long, catchy chapters. Dismissed.", Mr. Brooke says, his face stayed solemn.

Everyone sighed in relief as our instructor exited the room. The whole crowd then stepped out of the room and made their way home... or wherever they're going.

"Uh... Lou, wanna come by at my place for dinner?", Chase suddenly asks in a soft voice. "Really? That would be great, actually...", I said, grinning widely.

Chase giggled and beamed as we exchanged phone numbers.

We parted as I walked myself back to my shared apartment.

I can't be convinced by this. I am invited for dinner. Like... what is happening?! Wait a second, is this a date?! No, it can't be. Chase has a girlfriend, of course but I have this... feeling. Like a pumping on my chest then down below it. I've just never been invited for dinner.... by a guy.

I just can't believe this.
I'M INVITED... BY CHASE.