Golden Melody

Chapter 3.3

The Result of the Exam

Zatariel Wov

His Pov

A week passed, and it had become routine.

Every day, I made lunch for Miexha, and we ate together at the kiosk in the English park.

She even asked her mom to add a table and chairs to the center of the kiosk, making it our little spot.

Today, I packed pasta, her favorite.
As usual, I couldn't help but steal glances at her while we ate.
There was something about the way she savored the food that made me feel accomplished.
It was like I was feeding her soul, not just her stomach.

"Today's the day they'll post the exam results," she said with a bright smile.
"Let's check the board after we finish eating."

I nodded, still a bit distracted by how much she enjoyed the food.
After we cleaned up, we headed to the information board.

The crowd had dispersed, leaving behind a lingering air of excitement and disappointment.
I stood there, staring at the results board, my name second on the list, but my mind was elsewhere.

Miexha was beside me, her eyes shining with a mixture of pride and relief.
She had aced the exam, proving everyone wrong.

"I can't believe it," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the murmur of the crowd.
"I actually did it."

I smiled, reaching out to take her hand.
"I told you. You're amazing."

She squeezed my hand, her eyes meeting mine.
"Thank you, Riel. I couldn't have done it without you."

"Without me?" I chuckled.
"You're the one who studied hard, who pushed yourself to the limit. I just gave my lunch to you that day."

She laughed, a soft, melodic sound that sent shivers down my spine.

"You made the best lunches ever!"

We walked back to her classroom, our hands still intertwined.
The quiet hum of the hallway seemed to fade away as we moved together, lost in our own world.

"So, what are you going to do now?" I asked, my voice was a little hesitant.
"Are you going to celebrate?"

"I don't know," she said, her eyes twinkling.
"Maybe I'll go shopping.
Or maybe I'll just stay home and watch movies.
Ikaw?"

"I think I'll go home and sleep for a week," I said, laughing.
"I haven't slept in days."

"You should," she said, her voice filled with concern.
"You look exhausted."

"I'm fine," I said, but I couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt.

As we reached our classroom, our hands still intertwined, I couldn't help but feel a sense of hope. Maybe tis was the start of something special.
Maybe this was the beginning of a friendship, a connection, a bond that could last a lifetime.

"Ugh, my brain is still stuck on that adorable blush," I muttered to myself, shaking my head as I walked towards the new art gallery building.
Miexha's smile, her shy laugh, the way her brown hair bounced as she walked...
it was all a bit too much for my normally cynical heart.

As Student Council President, one of my projects was overseeing the construction of this very gallery, a place where Wayne Academy students could showcase their artwork and even sell their creations.
I had envisioned a space that was both functional and inspiring, a place that would celebrate the creative spirit of our school.

"Sara, Grey, check this out," I said, gesturing towards the building's exterior.

The facade was a mishmash of bright colors and floral patterns, a complete assault on my minimalist sensibilities.
"Less is more, people! Less flowers, more abstract design.
We need something sleek and modern, something that reflects the innovative spirit of our students."

Sara, the Student Council Secretary, a petite girl with a penchant for pastel colors, looked at me with wide, innocent eyes.
"But Pres, I thought flowers would be so pretty! They're so vibrant and cheerful!"

"Cheerful?" I scoffed, shaking my head.
"This isn't a flower shop, Sara. It's an art gallery.
We need something that's going to inspire creativity, not distract from it."

Grey, the Treasurer, a tall, lanky guy who always seemed to be lost in thought, nodded in agreement.
"You're right, Pres. We need something more modern, something that's going to make a statement."

We stepped inside the building, the air thick with the smell of fresh paint and sawdust.

The interior was still a blank canvas, but it was already clear that the designers had gone overboard with the floral theme.

Floral wallpaper, floral carpets, floral curtains...

it was a floral nightmare.

"Shit," I groaned, putting a hand to my forehead.
"This is a disaster."

"Bakit, Pres?" Sara asked, her voice laced with concern.
"Don't you like flowers?"

"I like flowers," I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm.
"But not in an art gallery.
We need something minimalist, something that's going to let the art speak for itself.
White walls, clean lines, a sense of space.
We want the art to be the focus, not the decor."

"I think you're right," Greg said, nodding in agreement.
"We need to make some changes."

We walked through the gallery, inspecting the various rooms.
I checked the front desk area, making sure the POS system was in place.

I checked the security room, making sure the cameras were installed and operational.

I checked the admin room, where the art supplies and equipment would be stored.

Every room was adorned with floral wallpaper, floral carpets, and floral curtains.

My head was spinning.

"I'm done with the florals," I said, my voice a low growl.
"Get rid of them.
All of them.
I don't want to see another flower in this building."

Sara and Greg looked at me.
They knew I was serious.
They knew I was a stickler for detail, a perfectionist, a master of the aesthetic.

"We'll get it done, Pres," Sara said, her voice a little shaky.
"We'll make sure the art gallery is perfect."

I nodded, my gaze sweeping across the room.

I could already envision the space, a minimalist haven for creativity, a blank canvas for the students' artistic visions.

I could already see the art, vibrant and bold, hanging on the white walls, commanding attention, inspiring awe.

This was going to be a masterpiece.