Kriiiiiiiiing! Kriiiiiiing!
Most students already filled the classroom and I’m really bored when someone caught my eye. He walks as if there’s a stone in his bag. He is wearing a thick eyeglass, weird fashion style (if you know what I mean). And he’s like a walking bookshelf. I’m not yet finish in criticizing him until he sits right next to me. I look at him very keenly. Ghad! Why here? I mean is he going to be my seatmate for the whole semester? I am expecting someone. Someone’s cute, hot and not weird. I thought that cute guys always come late. Well, I think this is going to be the most boring and dull subject ever.
“I thought I was late.” He said out of the blue that cause me to stop in my imagination that will soon become reality.
I just ignored him since I don’t know what to reply. I get my notebook as my professor start writing on the board. Seriously? Is she going to start our lesson today? I mean there’s no “introduce yourself” portion like a class normally do in the first day of school?
Tik tak tik tak.. Times run fast.
While I am thinking what to eat after this subject, I interrupt with those husky voice.
“I’m Kevin” said the ugly dork.
“I’m not asking and I’m not interested” I replied as I rolled my eyes on him.
“You always get mad easily. Maybe that’s the reason why you don’t have many friends”
“What? Who are you to tell that? You don’t know me. Maybe I am just a geek hater. So do you.” I said sarcastically.
“No I know you. You’re Anna Baker. I always saw you on a tennis competition back then. I know every detail about you Anna. And I will never get tired knowing it.” he smiled.
Kring kring
“Okey class see you next meeting. Don’t forget to bring your laboratory gown for our sample experiment next week. Dismissed.”
“By the way Anna, you look good on your make up. Bye.” Kevin uttered with matching wink.
I’m still can’t get over on what he said about knowing my identity and it feels like my blood is running through my veins going to my stomach and then explodes.
After that Biology subject, my two remaining subjects are also boring. Why is it hard for me have friends? Well, maybe it’s also hard for me to trust people. I got two friends when I was in high school but they were a dumbass user that was there every time I have money. After that, there are no word friends.
It’s already ten o’clock in the evening and I still can’t sleep. I still remember that nerd. I never seen him before so what he said is really shocking. I can’t focus on my homework. There’s so many questions on my mind. No. Forget about him Anna. Let’s pretend that he never exists. Yes that’s a good idea.
