His Getaway Car

Chapter 2

Months went by, and I still hadn't learned the name of the guy I spotted during the introduction of candidates per party list. However, I caught glimpses of him a few times passing by in the hallway. He struck me as quiet and shy, always sporting headphones wherever he went. Despite these sightings, I hadn't paid much attention to him as I was immersed in my projects and studies.

"Are you finished with question number two?" Mei asked, peering over my paper as we worked on a seatwork activity for our business ethics subject.

"Almost there. How about question number three for you?" I responded, jotting down notes on my paper.

"I had a few hiccups, but I'm almost done," she replied, focusing back on her writing.

As I concentrated on my answers, Jen playfully kicked my chair, nearly causing me to mess up my handwriting. She sat to my right, and I couldn't fathom why she felt the need to kick my chair.

"What's up?" I inquired, raising my eyebrows at her.

"Take a peek outside. Your crush is out there," she whispered, indicating the direction with a subtle nod of her head.

Curiosity piqued, I glanced outside our classroom and spotted him. He truly was captivating, a sight to behold. Dressed in a black jacket and pants, his usual messy hair added to his charm. He held a stack of papers, likely about to submit his work to the teachers. Every strand seemed busy at the moment, with students bustling around.

"Someone's blushing," Jen teased, flashing a knowing smile at me.

I rolled my eyes at her jest but couldn't help the secret smile that crept onto my lips.

I am confident that he belonged to a different academic strand, I was familiar with everyone from the ABM strand since we only had three sections. With such a small group, it was easy to identify people.

Only Jen was aware of my current crush. I preferred to keep it low-key and didn't want many people to know, especially to avoid teasing. In my experience, when classmates find out about your crush, it often leads to playful teasing whenever that person is around. I aimed to sidestep that scenario as much as possible, not wanting my feelings to become a topic of casual conversation among my peers.

As I gathered my belongings, I asked Mei, "Are you finished with your part?"

"Yep, all done," she replied, handing me her paper with a smile.

Taking her paper, I carefully copied her answers onto mine. Since it was a seatwork assignment, we needed to submit just one paper to the teacher.

Suddenly, our classroom president, Mikee, interjected, "I overheard your conversation. I didn't realize you had a crush."

"Let's keep it between us," I responded with a chuckle, appreciating Mikee's curiosity but also wanting to maintain some privacy about my personal feelings. Mikee and I had become good friends over time, often grouped together for various class activities.

"I think he's from the GAS strand, but I'm not sure," Mikee speculated, adding a touch of intrigue to the conversation.

"Really?" I asked, genuinely curious about his academic background and where he fit into the school's structure.

"Yeah, probably GAS IT," she added before returning her focus to her own work, signaling the end of our brief conversation.

As I finished copying Mei's answers, I reflected on the fact that my crush was from the GAS strand, a detail I hadn't expected. It added another layer of mystery and interest to my budding feelings.

Glancing outside the classroom once again, I noticed that he was no longer there, perhaps he's off to another class or activity. Moments later, our professor collected our papers, signaling the end of one task and the beginning of another round of exhausting class discussions in the hours to come.