Things Left Unsaid

Chapter 9 - In The Danger of Falling

[Clark's POV]

I scowled. Literature is boring. The professor in front of me is ranting about some guy I haven't heard of, like ever. I just can't wait until this class is over. I can't believe I have to take this class. As much as I love History, I don't like Literature. I don't think I need this for my job. Or at least my possible future job.

I shifted my gaze to my side. A few seats to my left was Stephanie. She didn't seem to notice that I was looking at her, so I just continued on doing so.

Boredom was evident in her face. Although she still looked beautiful. Don't even start. She always looks beautiful. I continued to gaze at her for a few more moments.

Before I knew it, she was gazing back at me too. Her expression was mixed. I don't really know how to describe it. And then, the bell rang. I grabbed my stuff and went out of the door. Stephanie was just a few steps ahead of me and I followed her. I didn't know why.

She stopped and looked behind her. It was too crowded for her to see me. She was looking for someone. Someone not me. I followed her until we reach the cafeteria. She didn't notice me still.

She sat down on her usual chair and I guess she was waiting for someone. I sat down on a not-obvious-I'm-stalking-table. I heard the doors open but I didn't look.

Drake approached Stephanie and put his hands on both of her eyes. Stephanie laughed and said, "I know it's you, Drake."

I eyed them for a few moments. Why is Drake being all sweet and charming and just being a fucking pretty boy to Stephanie?

Then it flooded back to me.

"Yeah. We kinda just started dating."

Oh, fucking great. Just great. How can I forget? I tried to keep my face straight the moment I heard that. I'm happy for Stephanie, really.

I'm just not happy that I'm not the one she's dating.

With too much anger inside me, I stormed out and let the doors bang themselves together.

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[Stephanie's POV]

"I know it's you, Drake." I said as Drake tried to cover my eyes with both hands. He sat down beside me and pulled out a box from his bag. It was cake.

"Chocolate," he said. "Your favorite."

"Oh. Thanks!" I said and smiled.

He shrugged and smiled. "Wanna go somewhere?"

"Meh, I think I'll sleep. You can walk me to my dorm."

"That'll do," he muttered.

I grabbed the box and carried it. But then Drake lifted it from my hands and carried it. I looked at him and he said, "What? I'm a gentleman."

As we got out of the entrance of the building, a speeding bike approached our direction. He was still far so we walked. As we cross the street, I did not notice that the bike was in my direction. I spun around and Drake let go of the cake. He used his arm to hold my back. And we were face to face.

I did not know how that happened.

What did I say about my college life? TOO MUCH TEENAGE CLICHÉ. Too much.

His face was inches from mine and I could smell his minty breath. If he ever comes closer, we're going to kiss. His expression was lost. I had the courage to speak, "The cake, Drake." He blinked for a few moments and then he ran off.

Okay, what the hell?

The driver of the bike, which turned out to be Jake, the flirtatious human being, approached me. "Sorry. Got out of control. What's with Drake?"