DIARY OF A CERTAIN STORIES

ARTICLE CALLED SQUARELL

Enzo is the so called the perfect boyfriend. He is the ideal guy of every girl on campus, popular because of his charismatic aura, manly height, being a member of campus publications, and being a student leader in our school. Enzo and I were different; although we are both members of the campus publication, I am the opposite one—the nobody—the ghostly writer in town. Every corner is filled with delightful greetings whenever Enzo walks in a corridor of fames. One unpredicted day happened when our school was having a school fair, and one of the highlights was the pageant competition in which every department in our school must have a representative to join the said competition. Our publication director assigned me to cover the competition even though I have no interest in this kind of stuff.

While I was organizing my things in our office, the doorknob twirled, vomiting a precious young boy wearing a tuxedo and a sash around his neck. 

"I'm sorry, did I startle you? "He politely asked. 

I was speechless that time; I didn't know what to say. I just nodded at him and smiled, distracting myself from fixing my stuff while he was busy buzzling with his phone. Out of nowhere, he randomly asked me if I would be the one to cover the competition.

 As usual, I nod at him because, again, I am speechless. I just can't imagine that the campus crush is talking to me. FYI, I do not have a crush on him, and I am not one of his die-hard fans. 

"Are you muted? "

He asked. I sigh deeply to answer his question.

"I am technically busy right now, so if you dont mind not interrupting me for a while." 

As I said those words in my mouth, my mind was already grumbling. It was not my intention to be grumpy at him because I was indeed busy fixing my stuff and he keeps on asking questions. He just laughed at my words and apologised; he then left the office, but before he left, he just winked at me and said, 

"I will win this pageant to make your article more notable."

. Did he just say something offensive? I admit, all my recent articles are not so fasmous in our school since all the students here are numb. They only care about fashion trends and stuff. They don't have enough knowledge about poverty, environmental crises, feminism, politics, and more.

As the school ceremony begins, all the candidates are having their introductory walk, and as usual, I expect that one of the candidates is Enzo since he is the victorious key of their department. The ground is filled with dying screams as the young boy gently walks in and smiles like a crazy politician investing a vote in his citizens. 

The ceremony is still not finished due to round-the-clock speeches from the school speakers to the school guests. The program is getting boring; many students left, including me. I went straight to the office to write an introduction about my article when a strange guy bumped at me. His juice spilled right next to my uniform, leaving me all wet. I growled furiously as the boy did not apologize and just smiled like nothing happened.  

All eyes are on me as I walk through the corridors. i look at them with a killer eye. There is no such thing as funny as me right now looking like a wet duck. I run towards the comfort room to change. Good thing I am always prepared in this kind of situation. 

The music beats like a dancing fountain, and it's a sign of another segment. When I came back to my spot, Enzo was already on the stage wearing his casual wear. I couldn't help but watch his manly moves as he posed like a model; his gaze was deeply attractive.

 I was stunned to look at him, I didn't notice that he was already looking at me with a precious smile from his lovely heart-shaped lips. My heart flattered in an unexplainable reason as my eyes flicked to his handsome face. After that segment, I went to the backstage area to gather information for my article. While I was busy interviewing other candidates, I couldn't help but to see Enzo sitting in his chair while his staff were fixing his hair. He really is that attractive.