[ON-HOLD] My DREAM Guy (literally)

My Dream Guy #4: Thursday THEODORE

As I flipped the pages of the book I was reading, I realized just how much I missed studying. Ever since I started high school, things had been different…difficult: lessons were tougher and students were meaner. I could say I probably just gave up along the way.

 Make no mistake. I had been one of the brightest back at my elementary school, always a part of the honor roll. Maybe because there’s only less than 200 students at that small academic institution back at my previous hometown. When my family moved to the city, that’s when everything changed. That’s when I changed.                                                                                       

"Penny for your thoughts?"

I turned and saw Theodore already sitting beside me at one of the long tables in the city library. He smiled and slowly took off his glasses revealing such dazzling pair of eyes.

“You seem to be thinking some core-deep matters. You know you can always talk to me about anything—even the most juvenile of topics. So do share little miss.”

I went back to my senses. I always loved it whenever Theodore does that—nag about the things I couldn’t normally express to others. He kind off hated it whenever I bottle up my emotions all to myself. He said that in no time, the after effect could be as devastating as not being able to sleep ever again—and that’s just something I could never imagine.

“Why is it that every time you ask me questions I felt like we’re doing a graded recitation?”

Trust me. I wasn’t trying to act cute (well, maybe just a little). But sometimes, I just feel like diverting his usual inspection—which in most cases, doesn’t work.

“Well, first—I am pretty persistent when it comes to knowing certain information; and second—I’m a teacher so I won’t be easily fooled by my student’s desperate ways of diversion…just like what you’re doing right now.”

He said as he tapped the tip of my nose with his finger.

He’s just plain adorable.

And yes. Theodore, my Thursday Dream Guy, is a teacher—well to be very specific, he’s doing part-time teaching jobs while undertaking his studies in a notable university. He’s kind off a brainiac. And he’s usually the person I go to whenever I’m being bothered by something. He always have sensible even brilliant answers to everything without of course sounding arrogant and certainly without making me feel stupid—just the perfect recipe for the type of teacher all students would want to look forward to every school day. But as for the female students though, the reason for attending his class could vary from the fact that he’s really good in his chosen profession to he’s undeniably attractive features.

“So you’re going to tell me what’s bothering you…”, he said while moving closer and gently  tucking the loose strands of hair on my face at the back of my ear. “…or I’ll find a way to force those troubling thoughts out of you?”

I gulped. Since when did this fully air-conditioned library get so hot?

Then he showed me that one thing I could never say no to.

“GREEN TEA FLAVORED KIT-KAT!!!”

Others around us looked over at our direction with raised eyebrows. He covered my mouth with his hands.

“Not so loud kit-kat monster.”

He always does that: giving me simple treats through his simple yet very heart-skipping magic tricks. Now tell me he’s not adorable?

I was about to reach it but he moved it away from me.

“Ah-uh! Let those worries out first. I need to absorb some of that or you’ll explode. Remember what I told you about bottling up your feelings too much?”

He just knew the buttons to press.

“Fine. Fine. It’s my test results. I almost failed again. I know…I’m stupid.  I think I was just sleeping the entire time Mrs. Rose-warty was discussing those things. The class is boring. Sue me.”, I said but I couldn’t really look at him out of sheer embarrassment.

He was just staring at me…coldly.

“Please say something.”, my heart was suddenly raging from within my chest. I felt like the already quite library got even more deafening silent.

“Pillow…you know what I hate the most?”

Is he mad?

“It’s when you refer to yourself as stupid because we both know you’re not. You are a smart girl. And it hurts to see you trying to act otherwise.”

Then without waiting for me to respond to that, he moved his face closer and gave me a light kiss on my forehead.

“If only it could cast away all the fears, doubts and worries from your head…I’d do it every chance I get.”

I think he’s working some kind of magic trick on me right now. Why am I still breathing when my heart already stopped beating? It just exploded sending out bits and pieces to Theodore-Ville.