Wrong Room

5: Her Unwanted Attention

The corridors were filled with students rushing, leaving behind their loud thumping of shoes and buzzes of conversations. The sun was striking with its heat in the middle of the clear sky and it seems like we'll be having a decent weather for the rest of the day.

Lunch time might be the favorite time of normal students but I do not fit in that 'normal' category. I don't have have swarm of friends, not even one or two. So a table filled with chatting peers is near to impossible for me. And I prefer eating alone. Well, I really don't have anyone to eat with anyway.

A packed cafeteria isn't a pleasant view for me. The smear of dried catsup on the tables just sets my mood to the edge of disgust. Garbage everywhere. Just, no. The only time this place is clean is before lunch.

Where do I eat my lunch?

Behind our four-story library, there are 3 swings. They were built years ago using the money donated by the school's alumni. The way it swings back and forth and the brightness of it color, yellow, makes it a little out of place in this campus. It looks too young in this hundred-year-old place. But I love this place and this is the spot where I eat my lunch. It's clean, silent, and breezy. Perfect. Except on rainy days.

Passing through the places where I know there aren't that many people, I made my way to the swing as carefully as possible. As I sat on the cold surface of the yellow swing, I felt relief rush all over me. The wind blows gently fans my face and the heat is not as hurting. This, I love.

Taking my time, I ate my lunch. I was so engrossed on eating that I did not notice a passerby.

"Hi."

The familiarity of the voice made me look up. There he is, staring at me with those eyes who left a not so pretty memory in my mind.

"Hi."

"I just saw you as I passed by and I decided to stop by."

I wish you didn't bother.

I didn't want to say that out loud so I just smiled at him, hoping happiness reached my eyes. I am not rude all the time. Sometimes, rudeness drains my energy.

"I see you're eating your lunch. Can I join you?"

Out of nowhere. Out of nowhere! Can't he take the hint?

Please just go away. I thought. But, I nodded anyway.

"Thanks."

He then sat on the swing in front of me and took out his green and yellow stripped lunch box. While unfolding the top knot of the handkerchief securely wrapping his lunchbox, I noticed how delicate his hands looked. My gnawed fingernails are far cry from his delicate fingers. Long fingers with no signs of veins wherever on his hands, it just made me wonder if he ever worked a day in his life.

The only things that are going through my mind right now are ways how I can escape this situation. Feeling like a helpless mouse trapped within a locked box, I look up to the clear sky, as if it can give me the answer that I want. Then, like a light bulb switched on, an idea came into my mind.

Starting slow, I slowly sped up my speed and gobbled up my lunch. If I want to avoid him, I have to get out of here fast and the only way I can get out of here is by finishing this lunch.

He was still warming up to his food, when I slowly kept my things and placed them inside my bag. He looked up at me with sure surprise on his face.

"Are you going already?" he asked somehow still in shock.

"Yes. I'm gonna go ahead. I still have to do some stuff."

Liar, liar. Pants on fire.

"O-kay." he replied. I would be dumb if I'm thinking that my reason works and he does not think I am lying because I know he does.

I sent him a sheepish smile and slowly turned around with my bag hanging from my shoulder.

"Arlee" he called unto me.

He already knows I am lying, and if I won't turn around right now, my wrong doings would just add up?

With a lie of a smile, I turned around to him.

"Yes?"

"I still wish you'd call me with my name."

Without saying word of reply, I turned around and left him in hopes our paths won't cross again.

"See you this afternoon in Bio!" he called.

My hopes of not crossing him vanished right there and then.

Biology was my class for the 2nd period that afternoon. I sat on the 2nd row, left side facing the board. Though this subject s not a favorite of mine, I had to sit on the very front if I want to hear the very soft voice of teacher and pass this subject. Not daring to look around to avoid meeting eyes with random people, I centered my attention to the class.

The professor dismissed our class and the students slowly vacated the room. I took my sweet little time in keeping my things, forgetting something.

"Arlee, hi." Teeg greeted.

So that was the 'something' I forgot. I forgot that I should be avoiding this guy.

"Hi."

All these unwanted attention I am getting from him is just draining my energy.

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