"Why do they call it a crush? Because that's how you feel when they don't feel the same way in return. And I don't know why I am still hoping..."
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Saint is eager for the meeting to conclude, but the main agenda hasn't been addressed yet. Meanwhile, club presidents are in the middle of presenting their entries for the upcoming school fest. As the meeting is conducted by the Committee Chairperson, Saint, the Pres, who is standing by the window, glances over to the school gates, looking for a certain someone. A small smile appears on his face before he glances away. Zee was already there, leisurely talking to the juniors who were taking a break. Orn, who was beside him, nudged his elbow to remind him to pay attention to the meeting.
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After two hours, the meeting finally concluded. Wrapping up quickly, Saint rushed down to meet the boy waiting at the school gates.
"Are you done for the day?" Zee asked. "Yeah. Thankfully." Saint sighed.
"Shall we go grab some dinner?" Zee asked as he checks his phone for time. "Already?" He exclaimed. "What do you mean 'already'. It's past 6PM, Saint."
They went to a restaurant they often visited, had a light meal, and then headed to a small children's park nearby. Sitting on a double swing, Saint stared at the twinkling night sky above. The weather had been good lately. He inhaled the fresh night breeze, feeling at peace.
"Where do you want to be in college?" Zee broke the silence.
"Hmm.." He paused, thinking what to say.
A question lingered in his mind, one he wanted to answer immediately, but hesitation held him back. Deep down, he knew he wanted to be wherever Zee was.
"Somewhere my grades bring me," he said softly, but his heart was set on following Zee, wherever that might lead.
"What do you mean? You have good grades, Saint. Your humbleness won't work for me," Zee joked, trying to lighten the mood.
They both giggled. Saint thought to himself that he would work even harder to get into Zee's university, even though he already had qualifying grades. It wasn't to impress Zee, but to be someone Zee could be proud of.
A week before the school festival, everyone was busy with preparations. Saint was swamped with organizing and managing everything alongside his classes. Meanwhile, Zee often picked him up after school, understanding Saint's hectic schedule due to the festival preparations.
Saint struggled to walk with all the materials for their booth camp in his hands, heading towards the student council office. As he did, a bunch of freshmen boys approached him and offered to lend a hand, which he gratefully accepted.
"Pres, let us help you carry these things," the student with the beanie offered.
"Oh, thanks," Saint sighed in gratitude.
"Pres, I heard the fest is open for everyone," the other one said. "Meaning, I can invite my friends from another school?" the boy in the P.E. uniform exclaimed.
"Uh, yeah. You can invite anyone as long as they have the entrance tickets," he replied casually.
After a short while, they arrived at the council's office. The freshmen who had helped him handed over all the materials to the officers present in the room before heading on their way. Saint, of course, was extremely grateful for the freshmen's help and gesture of kindness.
"Move your asses and start working. We need all these for our booth." Saint instructed.
Orn, who was busy printing out flyers, slapped Gulf, the Vice President of the student council, who was lounging on the couch playing with his phone. Gulf, known as the "school adonis" for easily winning the election due to his looks, glared at the council reporter who was making faces at him. They silently bickered as Saint messaged the other members of the council in their group chat, urging them to come to the council's office as soon as possible. They had loads of work to do for the upcoming school festival.
"By the way, I invited P'Mew's college friends on the opening of the fest." Gulf suddenly mentioned. "How 'bout you guys?" He added.
"Oh. Now that you mentioned..I asked my sister to come over." Orn said.
"Me?" Saint questioned since Gulf looked at him with an anticipating expression.
"I haven't thought about it..yet." Saint simply added although he has already someone in mind.
During the last two class sessions that had been dismissed early, Saint strolled around the campus to check on how the clubs were progressing with their preparations. With a checklist in hand, he carefully monitored each club as they busied themselves with their respective events.
Saint came across the dance club president as he walked through the second-floor hallway. He helped the struggling small club president carry the costumes from his hands, lending a hand to ease their burden.
"Hi, there Pres~ " Earth, the junior dance club president flirtatiously greeted him.
"Stop it, Earth." Saint rolled his eyes in annoyance.
Earth loved to tease Saint whenever they crossed paths at school. Saint didn't pay it much attention, knowing that Earth was playful and fun, yet kind-hearted. Earth was the only junior student who could get away with making silly jokes around Saint.
"Hey, Pres. I specially invite you to watch our performance on the 3rd day. You'll be in the front row. VVIP~" Earth said, winking at him mischievously.
"Special invite my ass. I'm the Council President, Earth. I'm definitely going to be there, since I have to give an opening speech at your event," Saint replied, shaking his head in disbelief at Earth's antics.
"Right, I'm just bluffing. But YOU have to watch me perform. I really practiced hard, you know," Earth stressed, emphasizing his dedication to his performance.
Saint shook his head for the second time. Earth just wouldn't leave him alone for a second. He replied that he would be watching, telling Earth to stop whining. After dropping Earth off at the Dance club office, he then visited the Photography club and other busy club offices.
Saint went home feeling exhausted. After taking a quick bath, he went straight to bed. His phone suddenly buzzed, prompting him to lazily reach for it. It was Zee. Saint wondered what Zee had messaged, as Zee had dropped him home earlier that day. He thought he might have forgotten something. When he finally checked the chat, a smile automatically spread across his sleepy face.
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A simple phrase yet meaningful to him, this message made his exhausting day melt away. Saint stared at that little chat bubble, feeling a sense of warmth and comfort, as drowsiness overtook him, bringing him into a peaceful slumber. But he left the sender on read, perhaps unintentionally.
