“Angles as represented, is a space between two lines or planes that intersect; the inclination of one line to another…”
Words died in Catherine’s ears as her eyes drooped. Her interest on the lesson was long gone even before her professor started the lecture.
Geometry sucks. She thinks, and she believed it is what everybody thinks too.
“Now to answer this problem, we will put the letter B to name this angle…”
“Excuse me Ma’am, but I think you got it wrong.”
Her heart raced as she heard the soft but manly voice. Catherine can’t help but sigh as she closed her eyes. She knew the moment her eyes lay on the owner of the voice, she wouldn’t be able to look away.
“Yes, Mister Padilla?”
“It’s angle A, not B.” The owner of the voice confidently stood up, pointing the careless mistake of their professor.
“Ah yes, thank you Mister Padilla.”
Catherine opened her eyes just in time to see the playful smile on Mister Padilla’s face. Her gaze followed as the guy sat back on his seat.
CJ.
Catherine grabbed her ball point pen and tried hard to concentrate on taking notes, but her eyes seem to have a mind of its own.
She wasn’t seeing numbers and lines written on a whiteboard, instead all she sees is CJ’s back with his head bobbing up and down, alternating his gaze to the whiteboard and his notes.
Finally giving up, Catherine laid her head on her arms, prying one eye open and continued to stare at CJ’s back, faintly hearing their professor’s lecture.
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“Cath, have you seen Emily?”
Catherine looked up from her laptop, only to have a panic attack inside when she saw the person standing before her.
“N-no.” Crap, one word and I have to stutter. Catherine wants to slap herself.
“Where could that girl be? I’ve been looking everywhere.” CJ eyed the surrounding in hopes of finding Emily.
Emily is one of CJ’s friends. Catherine thinks she’s the closest to CJ among his friends he often hang out with, which sparks the green-eyed monster inside Catherine every time she sees the two together.
“Well, have you, y-you know, texted her?” You have got to stop that Catherine.
“Oh yeah, why didn’t I think of that?” CJ casually takes a seat beside her and fished out his phone.
Catherine mindlessly turned back to her laptop.
The atmosphere getting awkward, at least for her. She felt it hard to breathe, not used to being this close to CJ and she mentally thanked all the gods that CJ’s busy with his phone, otherwise he’ll notice how Catherine’s face has turned into a deep shade of red.
She had known the guy for three years now. Two years since she realized she can’t get her eyes off of him. They weren’t friends, Catherine often groans at the thought.
Classmates.
For three years they’ve shared several major and minor subjects and they’ve never really had a decent conversation except for subject-related talk. But that doesn’t stop Catherine from hiding in the background and observe CJ’s actions whenever the guy reaches her eyes.
Her friends then would call her a creep, to which she would firmly disagree. Those who stalk someone on Facebook and practically every social networking site are creepy, Catherine thinks. At least she had the decency not to do that, though she might have stared at some of CJ’s photos on her news feed.
