Rainy Days

Chapter 3: Cute

Third person POV

Ryujin Couldn't Speak Well When She Was Approached By Her New Crush, Which Is Yeji.

"Uhm...can I take a look? It's fine if you don't want me to look" Yeji said and stared at Ryujin, who is zoning out and staring at Yeji.

"Hello?" Yeji asked.

"O-oh, uhm....y-yes! Sure you can," Ryujin stuttered while handing Yeji her sketchbook.

Ryujin's POV

Oh my gosh, I've never felt this kind of thing with my other crush before.

You know what I mean right? When they approach you, your hands become sweaty, and you become more nervous; you can't talk properly, and your heart beats so freaking fast, it feels like your heart wants to burst out.

I just stared at her while she was in awe.

"You're really good, huh?" she complimented me while nodding.

Oh my gosh, it's the first time that my crush has complimented me.

Oh my gosh, oh my freaking gosh!!!..

"Y-you like arts too? R-right?" I stutter.

"Yeah, I like to draw too, but I'm more used to drawing with oil pastels," she said and gave me back my sketchbook.

"O-oh...okay," I said; oh my gosh, I think my cheeks are so red right now.

"So, are you good at using an oil pastel too? Or any other coloring materials?" She asked.

"N-nope, I'm.....o-only good at...u-using pencils....and t-the... charcoal ones" I am still fucking stuttering.

"Are you okay? You kept on stuttering, are you nervous?" She asked me.

"A-and...you're the student t-that,....came in.....s-second place...i-in....poster making right?...." I tried to make a conversation.

"Yeah, how did you know that?" She asked.

Flashback to grade 9: 

I was sitting on the classroom's chair when my teacher called me.

"Hey, Shin, Get ready for your portrait contest; bring your materials, please," she said hurriedly.

"O-oh, yes, ma'am, I'll be in a minute," I said while preparing my materials to leave.

Today was our contest of portrait making.

This month is the month of arts, so a lot of things that are related to arts are being held in schools for competitions.

I hope I can win.

I'm now walking towards the school gym where the contest should be held.

And it's raining hard, good thing I have my umbrella.

"So, choose your seats," one of the hosts told us.

I chose a seat close to the reference of course.

But they sorted us by our grade levels, and I'm the only grade 9 level there, the rest of the students are senior high.

They put me further away from the reference.

Shit, they told us to choose our seats but they're also the ones who get to change it. How dumb.

"Now, we only have three hours to complete the portrait that is being shown on the board; just do your best; good luck!" One of the teachers said and walked away.