"May I kiss your forehead, Crimson?" She doesn't recoil or say a word, so I press my lips gently against her forehead. It's a tender and fleeting moment, but it fills me with a warmth that I can't explain.
"Just because a relationship has an expirat...
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CRIMSON DONOVAN
The Pine Woods High School was a majestic three-story building, standing tall and proud with the lush greenery of its sports ground behind it, basking in the warm embrace of the sun's rays. A magnificent fountain centred by vibrant blooms that blossomed in perfect symmetry welcomed all who crossed the threshold, its crystalline waters cascading down mesmerizingly. It was a sight that could only be described as magical, a true testament to the beauty and grandeur of the school where I will spend my Junior and Senior years.
The warmth of the sun embraces my skin as I look around, taking in my surroundings with a deep breath. My eyes light up in awe at the sweet-smelling flower gardens decorating the ground and palm trees that were lightly swaying against the mid-January cold breeze. It was hard to imagine that anyone could remain gloomy in the presence of such natural splendour.
A spark of happiness shot through my heart at the sight of the beautiful school where I would study. The question was if the inside was as good as the outside.
Taking slow and curious steps, I go into the building, trying to find the office. I struggle to get hold of some of the people buzzing around me but in no vain. The student crowd was of varying quantity; flashily prosperous girls laughing and giggling or others noisily yelling out profanities playfully at each other or a ball being kicked and passed between a group of hollering boys.
Giving up on getting hold of someone for directions, I take my time observing and walking through the hallways, which were filling up with students every second. The chatter of voices and laughter was getting louder, almost like a crowd waiting to board the subway. My feet are trampled on the way and a book is slammed on my face. What chaos! I slide my body through the students hoping to avoid knocking on somebody.
However, my hopes were shattered as I am harshly collided with someone, my face getting slammed for the second time in less than a minute. My eyes squeeze shut as I wait for the impact of my body hitting the floor. But when I feel nothing, I hesitantly open my eyes only to see the sight of the said body sprawled on the floor like a starfish.
"Omo!" the Korean expression comes out of my mouth in exclamation. "I'm so sorry! Are you okay?" I cry and kneel before the student, patting his cheeks repeatedly to get a reaction. Was- was he dead?! Why was he unresponsive?
The boy groans -a thankful sign of life- and slowly raises himself on his elbows with a wince.
"Who the hell-" he starts as his green eyes look around before stopping at me. He stares at me for a while, his blonde hair almost covering his eyes.
I awkwardly stand up and extend my hand toward him. "I'm sorry, I didn't see you there," I say with an apologetic smile, hoping it is sincere enough to diminish any chance for a conflict that may arise from the incident.
The blonde boy's eyes flicker from my face to my outstretched hand, and back again to my face. Then, much to my surprise (because I was sure that I was about to get chewed out by this tall and short-tempered-looking boy), his lips stretch into a dashing smile. My eyes widen in surprise as his face transforms from a scowling, disgruntled expression to one that exudes attractiveness and cheerfulness. It's almost as if a switch has been flipped, and I can't help but stare in wonderment at the stark contrast before me.
