Three Act Tragedy

1st ACT

The New Skirt Betrays Me

If I knew myself better, I would know that I was far from those popular pretty girl who would turn any boys head around. If I knew myself better, I would know that I am just your typical normal art-nerd. If I knew myself better, I would know that I am your clumsier shit you will ever find because holy balls the world mocked me to God-knows-how that my skirt button collapsed and it lands on the floor with swift motion when I decided to submit my essay about English Literature study about Scarlet Letter. In front of the class. I don't hate my class, generally isn't so bad, but the situation kind of made anyone want to bolt and run the hell out of there even without skirt. It started out with a deafening silence and roars of - I don't know.. Laughter? Sorry? Panic?

Good thing was (the only good thing at the moment) my lecturer apparently was a female and cooly step down the podium to help me attached the button of my skirt after I was just seconds away to screaming for help. She patted my back and smiled holding a laughter (thank you very much!). The worst thing that could happened was that apparently a cute boy (alert : cute boy always appeared in your biggest nightmare) was behind me all the time face filled with tears.

"Nice underpants right there, girl"

I couldn't even stop the redness that spread wildfire across my face. Damn. I was always so cool and this wasn't cool enough. I replied with a pitiful grin and hoped he would never remember me again. Ever.

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2nd ACT

The Damn Foot Overstepped the Boundaries

I was late. Holy hell I was late for almost 15 minutes now and it was a morning class where the handsome lecturer refused to repeat what had been given in his class. I was not complaining, he got style. He wasn't the type to tolerate lateness and his class is a frigging 3D lecture which had complicated tools and I need to listen very attentively to what he said for not failing the semester. I took a run to the bus and waiting anxiously to get off before I crashed to someone in front of me. The boy was almost fallen over before I stepped in to resist him on falling and failed miserably just to stepped on his shiny shoes from behind and it slipped out. The boy was angry and turned his face to me before I bowed and say 'sorry' bunch of times. I even went to pick up his shoes and he was gesturing dismissively that it was ok. Thank God.

"Good thing he's not mad you know. He was just about to. Lucky lady"

said a familiar voice.

Wait.

"Uhm.. Who are-?"

It was the damn boy who had seen behind my skirt-accident. At least he was not laugh- who am I kidding- he was struggling to minimise his chuckle until his neck got red. Fantastic.

"Daniel. Film Major"

Mortified, I shook his hand "Isabelle. Design Major"

This Daniel guy was still smiling before I realised I was late. "It's nice to meet you in this funny situation but I need to attend my class in lightning speed, so bye!" I ran towards my classroom, because it was late and because I couldn't stand any judgment.

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3rd ACT

Not so Convenient Store

The animation class was exhausting and I took the privilege to buy something at the convenient store nearby because hell yea who got breakfast during college when you were not staying up till morning? So to my demise, I walked into a convenient store to grab some breads and milk. Just at the cashier, I was trying to reach my wallet through the bag when I sensed it wasn't there. I left it at the dorm. Holly hell, lucky me. Maybe my mom was right, maybe I would forget my nose if only it isn't naturally attached.

"I- I'm sorry. I"

"Let me pay for it. How much is it?" said that damn familiar voice. I feel my stomach lurched.

"It's $5.30" said the cashier. I was too dumbfounded to even accept or reject the idea.

After the bread was brought, me and Daniel walked out and I couldn't get enough to say thank you.

"I will pay you back I swear on my 3D marks. You can give me your account and I will cash you in asap" Daniel responds with a laugh.

"Falling skirt, stepping foot and forgetting wallet. Seriously, you always make my day so bright"

"Shut up. I am abnormally-wired, I can't help it" I shot back a glare at Daniel and he was again chuckling heartily. Oh God, why was I always meeting him in the worst possible time?

"You always walked on my bad time, Daniel. Please don't. I mean you should stop finding me in a situation I would dig myself a hole"

"Oh, are you trying to impress me now?" his brows escalated. I rolled my eyes in the statement. Sure he was cute and fair and have a nice muscled hand and-come on you get your shit together. This wasn't the time.

"Sorry but nope. I haven't planning to impress someone lately. But lately I need to save some pride to myself thankyou"

"Are you always this funny?" Daniel asked with an eye smile that looks like crescent moon.

"Um. Thank you? I thought I was boring" again, he laughed with his raspy voice and I kind of liked it. Just a little.

"So.. Instead of just paying me back, what about if you buy me a dinner?" he then flashed a grin.

I was totally aghast. "Not to be rude but I owe you $5.30 and dinner for two is $30. And what is this? Are you trying to trap me into asking you for a date? How gentleman"

Daniel put his hand in surrender. "Okay. I admit, I wanna asked you out but before I could, I saw you stumbling on your wallet hysteria"

"It's not a hysteria" I grit my teeth. Daniel shot a smirk. "Almost'"

"So are you asking me out for dinner or not?"

"Rough on the edges. Cute. 7pm at Roger's?"

"I'd love to. $5.30 on your bank in 2hours." I said while waving him goodbye and running after the bus.

"Interesting" Daniel sighed defeated.