𝐎𝐡 𝐌𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫

32

At nightfall she found herself walking toward the dorm building, a hand holding bags of food, the other one stuffed inside her pockets accompanied by Jennie in placid silence; only the sound of their steps echoed while they reached the entrance.

"Thank you for today," Lisa was the one to break the ice after the car ride.

Clasping her hands behind the elder hum, brown orbs compeer through the depth of eyelashes. " You need to stop saying thank you every time. Gratitude only to those who earn it Lisa," Even those words were inferred to be stern but the admiration of dark eyes subtly jeopardized to allow a smile to evade. "I had fun today, maybe we should do it again. Next Sunday we could go to the movie theatre." She suggests

" I can't, " Lisa whispers. "The class exam," her eyes enclose a worried gaze. "We have to study," it wasn't all lies but not entirely true either.

"Okay," the response was dull, curious eyes bored into kindred once still delaying anticipation. "Then after the class exam? What do you think about that?"

With a soft chuckle. "Are you really that fond of my presence?" The pleasantry imploration floats in the air to lighten her sorrowful heart. Wondering she'd gone too far thus the quietness Lisa carefully observes

Jennie's features relaxed. As she took a step ahead her smirk grew with profoundness. "Maybe. I had said, 'You're an exception for me'." Uncontrollably smiling. "Won't you like that? I thought you'd be happy to be an exception for your... 'Crush'," she cooed, allowing those words to come just the way Lisa said when she was drunk, feline eyes teasingly lingering to ogle every reaction they could adore from the adorable bean in front.

As if someone had just thrown her off a cliff without any source of help to sustain the grim of death, Lisa's mouth agape in a vague haze mist. Tears nearly welled to cry out in shame palpitations of heart dropped in the pit of her gut. In the meantime, she hoped she had lost the privilege of hearing. Jennie said the last phrase but Lisa was drunk wasn't she? Did she confess? Hell! It wouldn't be embarrassing if she did. It'd be a certified death wish.

'How can you be such a nonsensical disgrace Lalisa!' mentally cursing herself She could practically hear her father's opprobrium yelling voice from the other side of his office desk - 'You're such a disappointment in this family! '

The exultant earful of laughter from the latter laden with her fear she gaped at the elder blankly, a pointer finger grazed against her sweat bead temples Jennie's breaths prickled to her skin with delicacy." I was kidding, don't be so tense Miss Manoban. " Her angelic voice sang with sweet coatings, unknowingly Lisa leaned into the touch.

Clutching the bags closer to her side, she steadied herself from tripping down on shaky knees. Either it was a slap-finding touch of humor for her endearing feelings when the elder smiled warmly in the distressing surroundings to hush her nerves. "Ummh, Good night," Lisa bowed, taking a step backward as she prepared to run to her room.

The Queen Bee was almost. Almost morose for not rewarding back with any retort but she constraints herself from overwhelming Lisa. Before it turned into a stimulating ingénue. The freezing cerise sight was way more tickle pink for this eve. Having that in her head she nodded. "Hmm," however she won't let Manoban go so easily. "You've something on your cheek,"

In the flowery scent, Lisa tried to wipe whatever she'd on the side of her flushed countenance the quickest she did it the faster Jennie'd leave her amid confusion for a moment of struggling between right and left, eyes blinked over the divine complexion as Jennie leaned up slightly before a pair of soft lips feathery placed against her cheek almost closer to her mouth rendering her speechless melting in the cobblestone aliferous rhythms of nerves rattle by the innocence deed.