Glass Bridge

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"you're wrong. the answer's ninety-four."

i stared at him in annoyance. he was never going to believe me, was he?

i was always wrong for him.

sebastian collins' eyes were a shade of warm brown—yet it only radiated coldness whenever his gaze landed on me. he was annoying, obnoxious, and very indifferent—something i haven't figured out why even up to this day. every time we hung around each other (courtesy of school competitions we were required to participate in pairs, ugh), we could never get ourselves to agree on the same thing.

it had always been like that, until this very moment.

the faint drumming of my heart told me that what i felt for him was too far from annoyance. thump, thump, thump—yep, too far. it wasn't annoyance, i was quite sure. i'd been fighting it off since then. i had tried to deny it, yes, but really?

you can never be a champion in fooling your heart.

i was terribly, hopelessly, ridiculously in love with him.

i remembered it vividly since then. the day we met was the day my heart started to go absolutely dysfunctional. he walked up to me while i was standing by my locker, said 'when are we going to train for math league?' (without even saying 'hi', mind you), and stared at me coldly until i had enough time to process that the tall, lanky boy in front of me with untamed hair and a pair of brown eyes was my lifetime school partner.

although i could say that i was the smartest girl at school, 'nerdy madi' for short, he received way more praises than me. it got a little bit irritating at one time (well, a lot of times), but somehow i didn't mind.

i wouldn't mind everything if it was him.

"madison? are you even listening?"

almost instantly, my thoughts vanished when his annoying and—at the same time—comforting face appeared before me.

i blinked. "y-yes. yes. i am."

i was listening, sebastian. i was listening to you all this time.

you were the one who weren't. and i wish you were.