The Favour

Prologue

5 years old...

It all started with a favour.

I was known as the quiet kid, as many of you may name. Never reveals herself to the spotlight, always hidden in the shadows. Never really talks to anyone, yet everybody knows her name. Yup, that's me. Nadine Winters.
    In school, I was the kid everyone avoided. Why? It remains a mystery to me till this day. I may have been quiet and well, 'unapproachable', but I still got great grades. A topper, you may call. Yet, I didn't feel proud. I felt... alone. I grew up feeling that there was something wrong with me. Maybe it was the  way I looked, I used to wonder. People used to call me a football with hands and legs attached, since I was a little chubby since I was a kid. Maybe that's why no one wanted to help me when I needed help. It was, until...
      It was one usual day at school, but I managed to break my sharpener and the nip of my pencil within one day. I was devastated, I need to write but I didn't have any supplies to work with. I tried asked for help from my fellow female classmates, but everyone refused to help me. That's when I seeked help from my teacher.
    I nervously went to the front of our class and shyly asked my teacher they had a pencil I could borrow, I told them how I broke mine and no one agreed to give me a pencil. When they asked my female classmates, everyone made excuses. I was ashamed of myself, for not having extra supplies on me. That's when the 'He' of the story stepped in.
     He was one of my male classmates. I knew his name and how he looked, nothing more than that. We never talked before. He was sitting a few feet away from where me and our teacher were standing. He suddenly got up and fished a nice looking pencil out of his bag and handed to me without words. I was too shocked for a moment, it was unusual for a male to help a female and vice versa in our class. Yet he did, he helped me. I grabbed his pencil and beelined to my seat at the very back of the class.
       When the class ended, he was quick to pack and was about to leave without even taking his pencil. I noticed and I panicked a little, knowing I might not reach him in time. So I kinda just yelled out his name for probably the first time ever.
     "Davis!", I yelled as I jogged over to him. I handed him his pencil with a polite, "Thank you."  He just looked at me and smiled a very soft smile and replied with a, "You're welcome." of his own.
     I never thought about him or even noticed him much before. But after that little innocent incident, I started to keep tabs on him. I started noticing him a little more than I used to, noticing how his brown, messy hair was styled. Little quirks in him. I noticed his brown eyes. And before I knew it, I had a crush on him.
     The crush only stayed till the end of our school year since he moved to another country with his family after it. And I knew, we would never meet again or even talk...

Or so I thought...