Little Something Called Crush

Retreating Figure

"Okay. What's the next step? I don't know what to add anymore!" I said in frustration

We are now creating a dance step for our P.E. class. Actually I'm not good in dancing and ofcourse I'm not good in creating steps. Here we are in our last practice and yet, no step at all.

I'm getting pissed every second passed by. Why? They're just chillin, acting as if what we are doing is just a game or just for fun, NO IT IS NOT. Not at all cause this is our test and I don't want to fail just because of the minor subject: P.E.

I saw him coming our way. Oh gosh! What should I do? And why on earth I am tense? This is bad, I am getting nervous each step he takes.

I turn my back then I just think again for the steps. I glance at my back for a moment then didn't see him where I last saw him. I just busy myself thinking for the steps.

Then I felt hands covered my eyes. For a while I feel relax. This hands smells good. It is weird but I feel safe for a moment. I feel like I don't want to uncover this hands from my eyes. But that is impossible.

I slowly uncover his hands. Then I turn to face whoever that person is, only to see his retreating figure.

I knew it!

He is the guy that the grade school student told me.

Drake Elliot Jameson.

So he's irresistible huh!.

I smile from the thought.