Secretly

Chapter 9 - KMFD

It is Tristan! 

I slowly stood up, but I fell out of balance and fell flat on the floor.

He stopped playing and rushed towards me. "Are you okay?" He pulled me up.

"Uhh...." No words came out of me.

"Oh! It's you." He said, "Are you okay? Why were you... in this part of the room?"

"Uhh...." My reply had never been more stupid.

"Are you hurt? You're red. Are you sick?" He placed his palm on my forehead. I thought I was gonna collapse.

"Uhh...."

"You're kinda warm. Shall I escort you to the clinic?"

"No. I'm okay." My voice was trembling.

"Are you sure?" He sounded so worried. Oh my gosh! He's worried! I nodded in reply.

"Well, thank heavens." He heaved a sigh of relief.

"I...I... I'm sorry I interrupted you." I was stuttering.

"No, it's okay."

"I guess I should be going. I don't want to...uhm... you know... ruin your practice."

He chuckled, "It's fine."

"No. Seriously, I should go."

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yes, yes I am."

"You're not hurt?" He asked once more. I felt like I was the most beautiful girl in the whole wide world.

"No, no I'm not." I smiled stupidly again.

"Okay then."

"Bye, Tristan." I glided my way out of the room. I bet I looked so pathetic.

"Bye!" He waved goodbye and smiled.

I went out the room and leaned my back on the wall, slowly sliding down. I wanted to shrill loud, but I knew he'd hear so I just shrilled in whispers. Actually, I felt like something was eating me while I was inside the room. I had no idea why.

"Isha? What are you doing here?"

I looked to my right and saw Dean. My eyes widened. Why him? I stood up and dusted myself off.

"Marie's been looking for you."

"Really?" I couldn't look at him.

"What's in there?" He peeped, "Double bass? Is that...."

I tried to pull him away but it had no effect.

"Are you stalking?" He asked liked he was mocking me or something. I used my palm to cover his mouth.

"Will you shut up?" I held his hand and dragged him away. And then, I realized that I was holding his hand. My heart started racing again. Goodness! Enough! Time also became so slow like I'm having a slow-mo. I was just holding his hand like just one-hand cupping, but later on, I didn't know how it happened but our fingers involuntarily filled the missing spaces between each. Spark, Pikachu! No, THUNDERBOLT ATTACK! 

It wasn't that overwhelming to the point that I'd want to let go. 

No. 

Actually, for some odd reasons, I felt safety in his hand that I didn't want to let go, but I knew I had to. I'm not gonna tolerate you, feelings!

I released his hand but his grip didn't immediately loosen up. I shook his hand off and scowled, "I wasn't stalking."

"But that was Tristan Lake, right?"