My Journey To Love

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L I S A' s
point of view

I am currently stuck inside the same classroom for hours now until my gaze landed outside.

I saw my crush on the open court practicing basketball with his other team members and coach. It must be for the upcoming intramurals.

He wore a yellow jersey with his surname on the back of it.

27. That's the number in his jersey. And somehow, I hoped that the number was related to me. I mean, my birthday is on March 27. But then again, that's only my imaginative thinking.

Anyways, I don't really expect for anything else right now.

I stared at his back as he talked to his coach probably asking about directions or anything. I smiled at the sight of the man I have been pursuing for almost a year now.

I felt a nudge on my side and saw Bambam grinning with his pearly whites showing bright. He was wiggling his eyebrows while pointing towards Jungkook's direction in a playful manner.

I slapped his biceps and immediately giggled at him to which he laughed at lowly not wanting to disrupt our professor on the front.

Little did I know, someone was watching us from afar with a rather heated glare.

I shook my head to him.

"You're really serious about him, huh?"

I looked at him before turning my head towards the male on the open court. He is currently holding a ball, preparing for a 2 points shot when our eyes interlocked.

My eyes instantly widened, cheeks heating up, and mouth fell wide open. Oh. My. Lord.

I unconsciously tucked my hair strand behind my ear and looked away. I gulped, still could not believe that I just made eye contact with him.

"What happened to you? You're so red," I heard Bambam speak beside me but I paid him no mind at all. I have to deal with my ecstatic heart for now.

I looked back towards the male in the corner of my eyes. He's already back on track, not at all affected by our eye contact just now. Ouch.

I suddenly had a feeling of sympathy towards myself. But of course, happiness took over it that soonest it did. Even just by a small contact, I could barely breath. What more if...okay, that's enough, Lalisa.

I just can't help it, you know? He's the man I've been dreaming of ever since we bumped into each other outside the small campus arena last year after dancing in front of the whole crowd.

I remember that very moment. I was hurrying because I'm about to be late for class. I mean, I actually have classes that day but I ditched it just for me to perform on stage.

That moment when I bumped onto him, it's like the time had stopped and everything dispersed into thin air with only the both of us left. As cliché as it may, I thought that I liked him the secondth time I laid my eyes on him. There's just something in him that draws you nearer.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." I kept on muttering while scolding myself inside my head. But who cares about that, I'm too conflicted right now. What if my professor decides to call my parents?

What I did is as good as cutting classes for heaven's sake!

But that was my passion we're talking about. The soonest I heard of it, I came without any second thoughts. I just wanted to release everything out through my dance.

I crouched down to take all my books that had scattered on the floor when a slender, veiny hand beat me to it. I looked up and was greeted by a good-looking male student.