Unwritten Rules

Thickened Air

Kierra's POV

I'm early again, as usual.

The morning light filtered in through the high glass windows, casting long, pale shadows that danced on the gleaming tiled floor in the corridor. Each step I took echoed softly, the sound magnified in the silence as if the hallway itself was acknowledging my presence.

My friends usually come to school late, they're never been a morning person. But me, I am always the one who's waiting for them—though they know how much I hate Filipino time. As they've witnessed my patience isn't that long. I extremely hate Filipino time! That is the most annoying culture for me. It is a source of frustration for those who value strict adherence to schedules, or in other word. ME.

But then, I don't have time to be stressed out.

Today is a beautiful day! I even see the sun smiling at me while the branches of those trees keep waving. 

I sat down on the stairs since the rooms were still locked. I'll probably wait here while listening to some good music.

Nothing is more relaxing than sitting here alone while humming the strum of a good old song.

"I know I can't take one more step towards you"

"'Cause all that's waiting is regret"

I leaned on the wall and closed my eyes. 

Christina Perri's Jar of Hearts embraces my ears and mind.

"I've learned to live half alive"

"Now you want me one more---"

I heard a light stride.

I tried to open my eyes a little but the glistering light stopped me. I saw a dark figure against a light surface. A silhouette of a guy. 

I just thought, maybe students are starting to pile up or I guess one more student just decided to come to school early—just like me.

I gave no damn at the person and just leaned again on the wall. Humming to the music once more.

Minutes passed and I decided to stand, the echoes of the students voices filled my ears instead of the music I am listening to.

I have nothing to do, the class usually starts at 8:00 in the morning and I still have 30 minutes to roam around.

Or I can just borrow the room key and stay inside the room to have a nap.

That brilliant idea put a smile on my face but then it faded, butterflies rapidly occupied my empty stomach, my heart bounced on the ground and my brain begins to malfunction.

If I want to borrow the key from our prof, I need to go to the faculty, and If I ever went there, I will see Sir Mike. And then, that's the end of my life! I'm doomed!

Kidding! I am super mega over dramatic.

I shrugged my thoughts.

"Okay Kierra, just be nonchalant okay?" I mumbled through myself.

While walking on the not so empty hallway, my heart started to burst again. Each step I took is heavy, I want to run away and just squeal. I don't think I can see him this early. I haven't had my breakfast yet but I felt like puking. This nervousness is getting the shit out of me.

When my sweaty hands decided to knock on the door, I felt like I lose...

I lose to myself again. 

There's no turning back Kierra!