Tear-Colored

VI. What If

VI. WHAT IF

As I've finally started walking inside the room, I noticed there were some students who had already occupied most of the seats at the back. I was actually planning to sit there but changed my mind after spotting them already chatting with one another. Sigh. I really have to come early next time.

Since it was just the first day, we could choose any seat available. Oh and I almost forgot about Sieg. He’s just trailing behind me, maybe looking for a good place to sit, too.

After a while, we finally ended up sitting in front.

‘Hah. Way to go there.’ I sarcastically told myself.

I am not pleased at all. We could’ve just picked the seats at the middle before a group of students practically barged in and occupied those. I can’t blame myself or Sieg. It took us much time choosing the best seats. And I should’ve made up my mind before anything else.

Anyway, after we have finally settled on our seats, I tried initiating a conversation with him. It’s a bit odd that I have agreed to be his seatmate though no questions were asked by either of us. It just came.. naturally, I guess.

But trying to think about it, I just knew his name like, minutes ago! And well, not to sound mean, he’s perfectly normal, but nevertheless, I believe I have told myself that I'll have someone I already know as my seatmate. And that’s until what happened at the doorway.

     “Hey, Louise, uhm..” Sieg said as he looked like he was trying to come up with a good topic to start a small talk.

I just let him to it since I already gave up trying to be the first one to speak.

And just then, my eyes came across with the thick black portfolio on his desk. I’m pretty sure he was carrying it earlier.

How come he already had something like that? It’s just the start of classes. But I instantly shrugged the thought. I’m becoming so curious lately.

And suddenly..

Argh.

Not again.

     “What are you looking at?” He asked me all of a sudden, brows a bit furrowed.

I figured he must have noticed me staring at his portfolio with who-knows-what-expression-on-my-face. Again. Strike two for me.

Why do these things happen to me lately?!

Face palm.

Just let me have this inner face palm for a sec.

Ugh.

I unconsciously pouted.

It’s a usual habit of mine whenever I get so embarrassed.

Yup.

That’s right.

Let’s take this situation as an example.

But then, I heard him laugh. And I knew it was THE 'mocking laugh'.

What the?

How dare he?!

My pout intensified.

And what could be so funny at this moment?

     “You look like you’re being teased. Haha. Don’t worry, it’s just my compilation of music sheets. I have to carry this all the time since I need to practice whenever I have my free time.”