stars dwelled in us

chapter 3

Earphones plugged in and I walked into an narrow corridor filled with posters saving the environment pinned on walls which rather looked freshly painted. Lockers that were either slammed or opened can be heard distinctively. Inclusive of students nattering over stuff that either seeked or caught their attention during the weekend and speaking of attention, the soccer players were caught drooling over Klarissa Oerton as expected. To avoid this cringe-worthy situation, I strolled away. I finally reached my locker and I planted a soft and innocent beam on my face. I really missed my locker.

It sounds weird but my locker is possibly the only thing that brings a smile on my face other than books and the stars. I just don't really know why. "Why are you smiling at your locker you weirdo?" I heard someone judging me from behind. it must have been referred to me. "Why can't I and who are you to judge me?" I backfired. As soon as I looked up, my eyes started shaking. "What are you doing here?" I asked out of curiosity. "Why can't I?" imitating me. "Woah, our second meeting and you have the inner guts to imitate me. Really impressed." I blurted out sarcastically. "I just moved in to this neighbourhood and I happen to see you and I am quite relieved. And this happens to be my locker," pointing at the empty locker beside mine.

I was surprised. "By the way, why are you talking to me?" he completely ignored me and I happen to find his eyes fixed on Klarissa Oerton. "playboy," I muttered under my breath while I was arranging my books according to classes. "What have I done to deserve that title?" he finally looked away from 'miss universe' and fixed his gaze on me. "Well oops my bad I shouldn't have judged you too quickly," I slammed my locker door shut and strolled to my next class.

Sounds of bags being zipped can be heard as soon as the homeroom teacher finally said words we have been wanting to hear at the start of the lesson. I slung my backpack over my shoulder and made my way out of my classroom. I scurried to the canteen to grab something to digest. At the corner of my eye, I spotted something eye-catching. He made friends. With the famous soccer players in the school. "Cool," I uttered sarcastically. I then thought, he hasn't introduced himself, well so did I. Second thoughts, I didn't have anything to do with him right? I devoured my food and straddled on.

"Where did I stop off?" unsure of where I stopped early when I was trying to stuffed the lines from the script into my brain. I flipped through the pages and I finally gave up. It's not that I love to procrastinate but my brain is currently in off-mode. My heart felt a sudden rush out of nowhere. Causing me to be out of breath. I then tried to calm myself down. I turned on the radio and elvis presley's are you lonesome tonight started playing. I looked out of my window, and the darkish blue sky that caught my attention was filled with stars that are rather small but shiny. "Hey," I sensed that came from the top of my window. I looked up and found him squating on my window ledge. "What are you doing? Are you trying to kill yourself or something cause it seems you've got the hang of it. Now, I plead to you to eventually make your absence by either commiting suicide or going back to wherever you came from." I looked back at what I said and thought that it came out cold.

"I made my presence for a reason okay. I didn't want to hang out with you anyways," he then slid into my window ill manneredly. I rolled my eyes for the 500th time today. "What is your reason for coming? i'm indeed curious ever since we first met. And i've been needing to ask you, what is your name?" I guess that's all I had to ask. "Carter," he spoke in a deep monotonous voice. My mouth turned into a shape of an 'O'.