Ba-dum...
My heart pounded rapidly and forcefully. I wasn't sure if the woman across from me could see the vibrations on my chest through my shirt. What was happening to me? I'd never felt this way with anyone before.
"Did you mean that our hearts are in sync or something like that?" She asked.
"Uh... well, I mean..."
My question was far from implying that our hearts were in sync. I didn't know why the meaning had shifted, but whatever. I wanted to know what the person in front of me was thinking.
"That's romantic. It feels like I'm being confessed to," the adorable woman said, reaching out to gently pat my head from a higher step on the stairs.
"But you need to grow up a bit more. Focus on your studies first."
"Huh...?"
"See you at school."
I didn't get any answer other than a cold smile from someone older, who
seemed to see me as nothing but a dreamy student confessing to a teacher. But my intention wasn't romantic at all. I just wanted to make sure I'd found someone like me.
Because, at least, I'd know that I wasn't the only weirdo in the world.
Since that day, I'd given up on asking the gorgeous teacher if she had the same abilities as me. It looked like she'd already misunderstood me as a student with a crush on her, just like the other boys.
Now, Teacher Renu was very popular among the boys.
I knew because I could hear everyone's voices loudly. Every day, at least five people had thoughts filled with Teacher Renu. I was grateful that it seemed only I had this ability.
Otherwise, it'd be embarrassing if someone could read my mind and know that every two seconds, the name 'Renu' was flying around in my head like I was a fangirl.
I've never felt this way before...
"I think this teacher is amazing. She looks young but doesn't come off as someone you can easily mess with," I commented.
"In what way?"
On-an asked, curious about what was on my mind.
"She jokes around and talks like a friend. Can you believe that boys from grade one to the gym teacher all like her? But no one dares to get close or flirt. It's like there's an invisible wall wit a sign that says... 'You're not
worthy."
"Well, they really aren't worthy."
On-an, sitting next to me, whispered as we watched the beautiful teacher teach math and demonstrate on the board. Usually, we'd gossip occasionally, but with this teacher, everyone seemed to focus so hard that it looked stressful. Lately, I'd also been paying extra attention in this class, partly because I was interested in the teacher. But more importantly.....
I couldn't predict what the math exam would be like this term.
For me, this lovely lady was an exciting challenge. Usually, could read everyone like an open book, but not her. I couldn't anticipate anything. I
didn't know what she was thinking except for my own assumptions, like...
She liked things that could be proven... Otherwise, she wouldn't be teaching math, which was all about facts and clear results.
She was a perfectionist... Her clothes and hair were always impeccable, never wrinkled or messy. Every class was well- prepared. If a student
couldn't answer a question, she'd teach until they understood.
She was dedicated and serious about what she did. Even drawing a circle or underlining something, she'd use a compass on the board, even though a rough circle would suffice.
