Ultimate Confession - S. M. Casto

Ch. 1 Confession

Tick. Tick. Tick.

Rosia tries to ignore the sound as she scribbled down notes. She had an essay assignment due next Monday and only four days left to complete it. So, there was no room for distractions.

Tick. Tick. Tick.

She furiously scratches out a word she misspelled with her pen.

Tick. Tick. Tick.

One of the paragraphs in the textbook confuses her. She pulls it up close, skimming her index across as she carefully read each word.

Tick. Tick. Tick.

She gives up understanding and puts the book down. Deciding to take a break, she pulls out her phone and plays a good game of Bejeweled.

Tick. Tick. Tick.

Fed up with the annoying ticking, she raised her head to glare at the clock, but her eyes go no further than the face of her best friend.

Valentine.

His dark brown hair was kept in a short, ponytail that hung low to his neck; locks fell over his face reaching his jawline where they grazed his stubble beard. He wore a simple outfit consisting of a gray, long-sleeve shirt over a pair of denim jeans with black high top sneakers. His only accessory was a leather cuff designed in the shape of a feather.

Compared to him, Rosia's fashion was immature.

She had on a navy-blue sweater dotted in gold cat-head prints with a red cat-eared hoodie. Underneath it was a black-sleeved baseball tee shirt with the words, "Awko Taco," and the picture of a Kawaii taco in the middle. Completing the outfit she wore denim mini-shorts over a pair of orange ombre tights with black converse shoes. The top half of her black hair was styled in a double hair bun, while the rest flowed freely reaching as far as her elbows; her accessory included a black choker with a pendant that held the picture of a galaxy.

Eh. She shrugs. It's not like we're in a fancy place.

The two friends were occupying a public library finishing up their school assignments. Well, Valentine was. He was engrossed in his studies reading four books at the same time while simultaneously taking notes. An impressive skill that Rosia seriously lacked. It takes her half a week to complete just one homework, even if it was History. Academics has never been her strong suit and more often than not it made her prone to distractions, because she found it all unbearably boring. That's why it's a miracle she was able to get into college.

Seeing Valentine studying so seriously as he mumbled under his breath, oblivious to the world, puts a smile on her face.

What a nerd. She muffled a giggle.

When she looked at him again she found him gazing at her, the eye contact setting off a reaction. Every nerve in her system popped with excitement; all thoughts of coherence zapped out of her brain. Imaginary butterflies filled her stomach, the pace of their fluttering accelerated to the point it felt like she going down a tall hill. The sensation traveled up her chest where it grabbed hold of her pounding heart. It didn't hurt. It actually ticked - if that made sense. The pressure on her heart tighten - any more and she felt it'll burst. The back of her neck and palms were clammy; her body temperature was rising above normal, especially in her ears and face, which she was unaware of how red it became. She doesn't know how much longer she could handle the force of those hazel eyes. She couldn't look away. She didn't want to look away.

Because in that cheesy, intimate moment a mutual love was expressed. A love that neither one has ever admitted. Nor ever will. And that's how they intended it to be.