Fate's Identity

Chapter 38

A new semester has arrive, which means new schedule, which means new classes.

I walk into my first period: Romantic Poetry. My eyes instantly meet Liam in the first row. He taps his hand on the empty seat beside him, telling me to come join him. I hesitate for a couple of seconds before I decided to just do it. There wasn't no harm.

"Hey," he greets with a smile while his fingers played with a mechanical pencil.

"Hi," I greet back, setting my bag under the desk. I sit down on the seat.

"So, what are you expecting for this class to be? Slow? Fast?" He questions, placing his pencil down on his desk.

"I hope it's fast," I said. "But I do hope this class is interesting."

"Romantic Poetry, what's there not to like?" He twitches his eyebrows twice, giving me small smirk. I open my mouth, gasping - a little surprise by his action. I knew exactly what he meant by it.

I press my hand on his arm and squeeze it a little. "Liam, that's not what this class is?"

"I never said it was," he says. "What did you think I mean?"

The heat hits my face as I feel embarrass as ever. I remove my hand from his arm and cover my burning cheeks. Liam smiles wider, seeing what he has done to me.

He chuckles, tapping my arm. "Anyways, I'm going to the market after school. I have to get some food supplies for Sonia. You want to join me?"

I nod my head, feeling the heat rubbing off. "Yes, but don't you have practice?"

"Yeah, but not until four. I get out of class at two," he explains.

"Okay then," I said, happily. My last class ends at 1:30, but I guess I can wait.

The teacher enters the room and greets us before asking about Christmas break. She explains her winter break and the excitement of sliding down a steep hill in Alaska. Since it was a new semester, we all had to listen to her introduce the syllabus and some of the stuff we were going to learn. She opens up a powerpoint and lectures us about a couple of romantic poets, such as Wordsworth, Lord Byron, and Shelley. She introduced a couple of topics we were going to go over.

I hear someone's head bounce behind me, and I slowly turn around and see them yawning. I couldn't help but yawn after them. I face the front and soon class ends. Liam and I diverge to our next period, and after that period came lunch.

I set my tray down next to Camila and in front of Dinah. I look at Normani, who sat on the opposite side, and see her face stuff with bacon. She uses her napkin and wipes her lips gently and elegantly. I smile at the how naturally poise Normani is.

"Woah! Mani, slow down with the bacon," Dinah says.

"I can't help it," Normani says. "I am craving for them."

"How is little Normiall?" Dinah asks, rubbing Normani's stomach.

"Well and healthy," Normani answers happily.

I smile. I still couldn't believe I'm going to be an aunt in less than seven months. Niall and Normani are very happy about being parents as well. And Niall has been doing all that he can to help Normani. Not long before their wedding. That date has been decided to be set during June.

"Are you guys staying after to study?" Camila asks Normani and me.

"Yes," Normani answers.

"I won't be there," I reply.

"Where are you going?" Normani asks.

I look at her, a little puzzle. I scratch the back of my neck nervously and respond, "I'm going to the market."