The Truth

When It All Started

London, 12 September 2022

I was on my way to the university. I can't believe how fast time flies. I just hope I will make friends and do my best as a university student. I bring my spirits within me. Oh, by any chance my name is Lily. I am just an ordinary girl who came from London the capital city of the United Kingdom. I will turn 20 next month. My high school friends like my hair. They said it was soft; I was blessed with the gift from God.

My hair color is chestnut and it's wavy. It gives the perfect combination with my light skin. But, not as many women out there who has perfect hair and skin. My face is not beautiful, it is standard not like I'm not confident with it. I am, I really do. Anyway, without realizing I am standing in front of the university gate. It gives me chills around my body, I take a deep breath and walk in confidently looking for my class.

I wasn't surprised at all that it was crowded because today is the first day of class. I was walking to the hallway with my head turned right and left like a thief, I thought I was lost until someone tapped my shoulder. I looked behind and found two girls my age staring at me with questionable faces. "How can I help you?" I asked one of them. The light blonde girl answered me "Are you perhaps looking for class E?". "Well, yes" I answer her right away.

The two girls smile, and the short-haired girl says "Wonderful, we can go together". I just nod my head and go with them to find our class. "What is your name?" Ask the blonde girl. "Lily and you are?" I asked her back. "My name is Bertha, and this is Alexandra," she said. "You can call me Alex, I don't like it when someone calls me by my full name," said Alexandra.
"Ok, as you wish," I said. Alex just nodded her head and kept walking with us.

Alex has short hair, and it makes her like a man. She is a tomboy, but I have liked her personality since the day we met. Meanwhile, Bertha is a feminine one. She is so beautiful I have to say with her long straight blonde light hair, silky skin, and beautiful face. It makes her really look like a fairy who came out of the children's book. After a while we finally found our classroom, we sat in our chairs and the lecturer came to give us lectures.

Time skip

12 February 2023

The girls are talking about their upcoming project for next week. Suddenly the door swung open, and they saw a young handsome man holding a laptop bag in his left hand. He looks a little bit confused at first and he asks, "Is this Mr. Jonathan's class?", the students answer "Yes". He smiled and got in while closing the door. He didn't say anything just walking to the lecturer's table in front of the class. "Oh, by the way, I will take your class today. Because Mr. Jonathan was sick. Anyway, what part did you guys learn?" He asked again.

One of my classmates answered him "Excuse me, sir. We have a group presentation per week. This time is group 4 turn". "Is it? Ok, then. Go ahead". He walks away from there and goes to the back seat. Then, James' group started the presentation. "Damn, he is so hot," said one of the girls in my back. "He looks so young to be a lecturer. I bet he is just 30s," said another. Out of nowhere, Bertha whispers in my ear "I don't know about you but, I think he looks like Zayn Malik". I just nod my head and focus on my friend's presentation.

But I felt my back was so hot like it was burning. That's odd because the air conditioner was still on. Maybe it is just my imagination, so I just shrug it off.

Next Week

Today it is my turn to present. I heard that Mr. Jonathan had already recovered. Well, that's a relief. I don't want another lecturer to take his class today. But, why do I have a bad feeling this time? Just then, the door twists open and he comes in while smiling at everyone. "Morning class, today I will take Mr. Jonathan's class again. This time he has an important meeting so he couldn't make it today. I heard we still have one last group left, isn't it? So why we don't start it now". Me, Bertha, and Alex coming in front of the classroom. He took a seat in my chair which is in the front row and looked at me so deeply. Sometimes I feel so lost in his eyes, there are so many mysterious things lying there.