Paper Planes

Ring!!

The bell rang loudly.

"Stand up. Bow."

Was the monitor's commands.

"Did you know?"

"I can't believe it!"

"Wanna hang out after this?"

"I can do this!"

"I heard about a new shop....."

People chattered endlessly with one another.

And then there was me, a social outcast.

Well.....not really.

I can get along with people fine, but I prefer to be in a quiet and peaceful environment.

That's why I'm heading to the rooftop, with my lunch and some papers and a pen.

No one dared to go to the rooftop, what with a rumour about some punk kid hanging out there.

But I paid no mind to the rumours. After all, I've been going there since I transfered here, and still no sign of that punk kid.

Not that I'm complaining. Thanks to that rumour, I was able to eat my lunch in a peaceful and quiet environment.

Now, as I ate my lunch, I scribbled some words on the papers I brought along.

There were many words in there. From a simple "Have a happy day!" to a motivational "Smile! Seeing you smile made my world more beautiful and sparkly!". There were so many words that I wrote on the papers, I lost count.

By the time I finished my lunch, I had already scribbled all the papers I had with me.

After that, I would fold it into paper planes and throw it into the air and watch it disappear from my sight.

Truthfully, I never knew the exact reason why I did these, since most of what I wrote were common greetings like "hi!" or a motivational speech like being positive or something.

Maybe it's my feeling of wanting to help someone? Who knows. It could also be one of my ways to relief stress.

All I know was that I have to do this whenever I come up here and the paper planes never came back whenever I launched them. Maybe someone picked it up.

That thought always made me happy and I would unconsciously smile. It really felt great knowing you've helped someone although indirectly.

But still, it would be nice to know where my paper planes went and who picked it up. But I never thought I would get my answer so soon.

____________________________________

It was recess time now, but I'm still in my class, surrounded by these noisy people.

Sometimes I wonder if they can even stay silent for one hour? I know I could.

"What are you spacing out for, sensei~?" A girl in front of me said in a singsong voice.

I lazily glanced at her, the culprit in forcing me to stay here and not at the rooftop.

She smiled innocently at me.

"Please don't tell me you forgot how to teach now, sensei~" she said cheerfully.

'Innocent my ass,' was what I thought when I heard her say that. I glared at her.

"Tell me again why am I helping you?" I grumbled.

"Because I asked. And also because the teacher asked you to teach me," was her answer.

I sighed. Sure, I have no problems teaching people. But doing it for three days straight? And in a room full of noisy people? Do you still need to ask why am I upset?

At least do it in a library or something! Not here of all places!

"You're mad, aren't you?" she asked playfully.

I glared at her. "Congratulations, you get a prize for being able to guess correctly," I said sarcastically at her.

"Really? What prize?" was her enthusiastic reply.

"A set of questions that you have to answer in 20 minutes," I replied with a sneer before taking out a set of questions I've prepared earlier.

"Boo, you're no fun," she complained. I only rolled my eyes at her.

I continued teaching and correcting her when suddenly, the door was slammed opened, startling everyone in the room.

Then, a male with a (stylish) messy black hair and deep green eyes appeared. His appearance gained whispers from people but one glare from him promptly shut them up. I let out a low whistle when I saw that. 'Way to go,' I cheered mentally at him.

He looked around the room, eyes travelling to each and everyone's face until......

His eyes landed on me.

He stared at me for the longest time. I stared back.

Hey, don't blame me. I'm competitive when I want to. It just so happens that he chose the time when I'm not into playing games with anyone at the moment so of course I challenged him through glaring at his eyes.

He stared and stared and stared, all the while making his way towards me. People made way for him as he came towards me, parting like the Red Sea.

When he reached my table, he stopped but he still held his gaze towards me. I stubbornly stared back. When none of us said a thing, I became impatient and broke the silence first.

"So? To whom do I owe the pleasure to stare at?" I asked.