Teal Moon

Chapter: 15

Chapter: 15

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Vampire & Werewolf

"If somebody in the room has watched Transylvania Hotel, you will know that Van Helsing is truly evil." After the voice of the person in front of the room finished, it was replaced by the laughter from everybody in the class that suddenly became louder.

I'm one of them who laughed at the words he spoke. This is the first debate in this class, and they are just finished. I looked at the desk beside me. Randall was laughing as well; he smiled and was also clapping at the person in front of the room, so satisfied.

Last week, Randall sat at the desk that was across me from behind, but this class, he moved to sit at the desk beside me instead. I looked at him for a while before I remembered what Dale told me on Wednesday. I actually need to talk to Randall to make our situation clear, but when I meet him again—when we are face-to-face—it is me who is cowardly every time I want to talk to him about our relationship.

Yesterday I met him just at lunch break; he just came to give me a jelly, and we talked a bit. He told me that he would go hang out with his friends, which means I don't have that much time for talking to him about a serious topic. Yesterday we mostly texted, and I think it wasn't a good way to adjust our understanding.

By the way, even though we have time together all day, I don't know if I will dare ask him the question I want or not.

"They're debating like a fire; I'm nervous right now." The voice from Randall makes my thoughts pause for a while. He looked at me and smiled at what he just said, but I'm not sure that he just said that or was truly nervous.

"Don't be worried about it; you will do great, like the way you do your homework.

"I was working hard only that time in the library; after that, when I wasn't with you, I was just a lazy person."

"Why that?" I asked him, but he wasn't serious. Randall just smiled and then shook his head.

"When I'm not with you, I'm not as good as I am with you." I thought as I followed what he said. What does he mean? Did he recently do anything bad?

"Why did you say that?" I asked him again, but why is my voice just like when I talk with a 3-year-old boy when he does something wrong?

"Nothing; I just want you to often be with me so I will be a good boy."

Good boy? He said it before he made his arms support his head and lay down on the desk while he still looked at me. Oh my god, Randall, it's too much.

It's more than soft-hearted.

I didn't say anything to him, but I just looked at him back. It's like what I had said: Randall knew how to use his eyes to make me be soft with him, and it always worked. Because the way he looks at me now easily makes me adore him with his begging eyes.

I'm starting to doubt that he is good at it or that it was actually me who was too soft-hearted toward him. I looked at the crafty person who wanted to be a good boy before I turned my face to look at the next debaters in front of the room. I can't look at him for too long; it's too risky.

We just listened to many of our classmates debating until the time passed and this class was finished.

"The debating finished with just six pairs, so... with the last two left, is it possible if we meet again after school? Is it inconvenient for anyone to come? Can four people left show me your hand, please?" Ms. Warden said that after she turned her face up from her watch. Randall and I and two of our classmates who hadn't debated yet raised our hands for Ms. Warden. "Does anyone can't meet up after school today?"