What is love?

Chapter 10

RINGGGG

The bell has rung. Which means it's free time! Seriously, I'm not sure if you feel this too but every time the bell rang, it's like a ton of weight has been lifted from my shoulders - except bells that signal the end of mealtimes, PE, biology and English. I rather fancy those times. I quickly shoved my books into my bag and was about to leave when the teacher stopped me midway.

"Excuse me, Miss Scarlette?" She called out from behind.

"Yes, Miss?" I hastily turn around to face her.

"I need to deliver your friend's  notebooks to my table in the library but I have an emergency meeting. Would you mind doing it for me since most of the class has left?" She signalled to the pile of notebooks on the teacher's table.

"Of course." I copied March's sincere smile and hurried towards the desk.

"Thank you, dear. By the way, you know that smile you just did, it reminds me a lot of one of my students. He's a class monitor - yes a he not a she. I think he's called March if I'm not mistaken? Well, he's such a polite boy to us teachers. Seems to understand our workload."

"Really? He sounds like a really nice guy." I tried to suppress a giggle as I heaved the book towards the doorway.

"Well you're darned right he is. Oh and dear, are you sure those books aren't too heavy for you? Since your hand just recovered,  you know." 

"Nope, I'm fine." I insisted despite my trembling legs and arms. What can I say, I have a lot of students in my class and they had unnecessarily thick books.

Yes, you heard that right. My hand has recovered. It's been a long two week, but quite fast with March helping me every step of the way. He's a sincere guy indeed. Sadly, the two weeks have ended and tomorrow our contract is done and we'll be a pair of complete strangers. Past me would throw a party this evening for finally being free, but current me can't stop stressing about Britney and her beloved pet hyenas. I can't let March fell into the same hole as I did. It's way too horrid. Way too horrid to see it repeat. Way too horrid to happen to a guy like him. But if I mess with their gang, it's my life they're going to mess up next! Ugh, why does choosing have to be so hard?! 

I shut my thoughts down and tried my best to support the staggering weight and quickly make my way to the library. On my way there, I passed by a lot of students. Some of them has a...well, confused look on their faces. Some even stop to bully me and say dumb things like 'Wow, would you look at that guys, Scarface has a lot of home works due.' or  'Would you look at that number of books? Crazy ain't it!' And the only thing I can do is just to take deep breaths and try my best to not get provoked cause I have no fighting hand. If I do, then I would gladly give them a taste of my newly recovered muscles and concrete.

Suddenly, I felt like I bumped into someone ahead. "Oops, sorry. I didn't see you there!" I apologized and scoot a bit to the side to see whom I bumped into. To my great surprise, it's March! And with a new look too! His white shirt buttons are opened to reveal a black shirt underneath. Honestly speaking, he looks kinda cool with those on.

"March?! What are you doing here?"

"Oh, just getting back to the boys dorm. And mind explaining why are you forcing your recently recovered hand to carry such heavy weight?" March sighed and snatch the books away from my hands.

"The teacher asks me to." I tried to get my class' books back. "And also, give me that! I don't want people to know I'm too weak to carry 32 notebooks!"

"32 notebooks? Wow. That's a lot of students for one class." March muttered casually while elevating the books away from my reach.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know. Cut the BS and give me back the books!"