Timeless Regrets.

Where are you? (Chapter 13.1)

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

March 10, 2014 

6:14 PM

Another day has passed, sitting in my classroom chair, my phone seems to broken, 

I've been trying to contact Samantha in my phone, At the train station I kept trying to send a message but nothing seems to be delivering. so out of fear of being late I went on ahead thinking she would be already here.

But she wasn't.

Staring at the empty seat next to me.

Where is she? this is gonna be her first absent if she doesn't come today.

The familiar chair that has been empty most of my school years, how long has it been last time it was empty?

Until she came?

I still haven't forgotten that day when I met her. It still feels like a dream.

Like I'm living in a false reality. was It really the first time I met her?

"Jonah."

The voice snapped the thread of my thoughts. I bolted upright, my chair screeching against the floor.

"Yes, sir!"

"Are you even with us, Jonah?" the professor asked, his brow furrowed.

"Yes, sir! Sorry, sir," I stammered, trying to blink away the fog. I could feel the heat of twenty pairs of eyes on me.

The professor glared. "Is that chair more interesting than the lecture?" he spoke his voice cold and sharp.

"I'm sorry," I muttered, dropping my gaze to the floor. 

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a girl in the front row watching me. A bright ribbon in her hair caught the light, but as soon as our eyes met, I jerked my head away. 

Damn it.

"Sit down. Try to stay in this dimension for the rest of the hour," the professor sighed.

I sat down slowly on my seat. can't keep my head straight.

Are they still looking at me?

(You buffoon can't you make this day any worse?)

That's when I hear the Professors voice again.

"Now onto the announcement!" Taking everyone's attention.

I looked up to see what he was going to say.

"The upcoming finals are approaching! I advise everyone to start studying for them, whether in groups or alone I don't care."

"So start organizing your things now," the professor added, walking out of the classroom.

And as he left my classmates started standing up and walking up to their friends and started planning for their group studies.

The finals.

My palms began to sweat.

Will I even pass this upcoming exam?

As I looked around and sees everyone grouping up.

So they're already planning huh.

That's when I saw my classmate again, the one with the bow in her hairband looking at me.

Why does she keep looking at me?

I know in our class our home seems to be the closest to each other.