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2~It's Hard To Let Go

Standing next to the school roof door holding my book with my headphones on. Staring at the sun as it sets at the horizon.
"Ahhhh!" What a beautuful scene it was. Until someone blocks my vision with their hand. "Who are you?" I questioned him as I moved his hand off my face. I then noticed his unforgettable black hair and his enchanting  mesmerising hazel eyes...

He then stared from my eyes down to my lips as he strokes my lips until it touched the corner he then whispered "you got something there."
My face then flushed red as I felt embarrassment flow through my blood and ended up showing clearly on my face.

He laughed.

He proudly whispered as his face was only an inch away "you're cute when you blush" the colour of my face instantly changed as it turned into a darker and vivid red.

He then gave a mischievous smirk as he turned around and walked away.

I then stood there thinking to myself if all that just happened.
If some random guy came up to me and said and did all this as if he did this everyday and knew what my reaction was going to be like.

Then I realised that actually, everything did In fact happen. Although I kept trying to find solutions that hopefully suggest that instead it was actually just a dream or my imagination.

The next day arrived as I was walking past my normal route to school. The start of spring has arrived as I stared at the entrance of the school grounds. I see a familiar hair colour flowing with the wind. The colour of the unforgettable dark and jet black that resembles the darkest night.
After all my staring, the same familiar hair colour slaps my face, waking me up back into reality.
"Watch where you're going cupcake." He scoffed as he ran his fingers through his hair.

I got annoyed but I decided to walk past pretending not to notice. Simply because I was trying to have a good day. But he did look somewhat familiar.

Have I seen him before?
Wait.

I thought to myself, is he the same guy I saw on the roof? "No it can't be." I say trying to deny it and rejecting the fact that it could be him. I laughed to myself. 'Why am I getting so caught up in something so silly?' I asked myself.

Not realising that some time has gone past, the second bell had already rang. "Shit." I started running to home room. "Sorry Mrs Oliwia I'm late. It won't happen again." She immediately told me that it was fine, "You have changed class. You're no longer in Chemistry as your first lesson, it has now been changed to Art." I nod my head and walk out of home room. Running for my life to the back of school I made my way over to the studio.

"Sorry Mr Winter, I'm late. It won't happen again." Half way through my explanation, someone had barged their way in, making me fall to the ground, dropping all that I had in my hands planting my face into the ground. I hear one person laugh, then another until the whole class was laughing. I sigh in embarassment as I slowly stood up, picking up my things. "Ah sorry, I didn't see you there, you were too small." The voice said as he walked passed me asking Mr Winter "Sir, where should I sit?"

Mr Winter sighed as we ruined his morning, out of stress he told us to sit at the back. The voice protested and argued back, "Sir I was late, but we had an arrangement that I should sit next to Kai." Mr Winter sighed again, "The arrangement no longer stands as you came late when we sorted the seating plan." I walked to the table at the back which had a window seat and sit down, I don't want anymore trouble with the teacher and get graded on his first impression of me. I looked over at the person who barged in.

Oh. It's Mr hazel eyes. He spoke again, "I don't want to sit with her." Mr Winter stood up, "You should sit down so I can start my lesson." Mr Winter gestured over to the table. Mr hazel eyes sat down on the other chair. "Are getting glasses?" I asked him. "What?" He replied. "I said, are you getting glasses?" "Why?" He questioned. "I think your eyesight is getting worse since you can't even notice people, I think you should sort that out. Oh and sort out your manners too while you're at it."

"I don't think you should be worrying about other people, when you're clearly having some problems of your own." He scanned me from head to toe. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. He started laughing, "I'm looking at your height. You're way too small to be in our year."