Crystal Snow

5

JK

"You will not believe this!" Bam barged in shouting as soon he entered the club room.

"What are we not going to believe?" I asked throwing the crackers to Jim that landed to his face. I chuckled.

"See this" he showed us a piled of paper "tons of guys signed up to us" he said like a proud mom.

"For real?" Jim stood up getting the pile of paper from Bam and scanned it. "Woah! I didn't expect this. You did a great job Bam" he patted his back "how did you flirt with those boys?" Bam gave him a skeptical look.

"Are you questioning my gender?" Bam asked while sitting on the couch.

"Of course not, i know you're a real man. Its just a joke!" Jim said returning to his sit next to mine.

"Thanks to this certain doll-like face. She was the one who brought those men. If you only had seen her" Bam said like telling a story, imagining things. I frowned on his action. He sound and look ridiculous.

"What really happened?" Van asked

"I saw her from afar, you know I will not willingly recruit girls but when I saw her I had this urge to drag her to our booth but fortunately she lined up to the long queue of girls and in not a second, boys were filing up next to her"

"You sound like she's an angel" I uttered not believing to his story

"Because she is! She was sent here from heaven above" he intertwined his both hands while facing the ceiling. I shook my head.

"But in your description, she seems like a boy magnet. Do you think she'll just bring trouble?" I said not caring.

"In case you forgot, you yourself is trouble. Just your name Kook, just your name" Jim said emphasizing the last phrase. I rolled my eyes and shrugged it off. It is not worth for an argument.

"Can I see her registration form?" Van interrupted. Bam hurriedly look for her registration form. The guy had put a star mark on her form to easily find her. The audacity.

"Lalisa Manoban, 18 years old, Major in Photography....." Van reads her information loudly for us to hear like is reporting.

"Wow, we can easily find her, she's same course as we are" Jim said

"She's a junior" I uttered

"So? As if we weren't lurking on junior's floor" Jim matter-of-factly uttered.

"Wait, wait... She's my classmate! Oh shoot! This is my year! I'm so lucky!" Bam happily announced like he won a millions in lottery. He even punch the air multiple time. Dork!

"But you failed to get her photo, she doesn't have 1x1 pic here" Van said still reading her form.

"Oh, that's not necessary. The important is, she signed up! Don't worry guys you'll see her" Bam said sitting back after his celebratory dance.

I stood up leaving the room. Well, I'm not interested to that girl. When did I? Even if some pretty girl pass by me I will not give her attention let alone glance. But, something made me realize. I did, I did stared to some random girl, a complete stranger. I admit she is pretty, no gorgeous is an understatement but her sad eyes couldn't lie. Aargh! Why I am thinking of her? Its not like I'm going to see her again. It was just a coincidence.

I went outside and roamed around the building. I stayed on the third floor hallway where our homeroom is. I leaned in the veranda then I noticed someone walking on the same floor with me but on the opposite side. Blond hair, same blond hair I saw this past few days. Why? Why I always run to her? She also leaned in the veranda seems like she's out of her world thinking deeply. She didn't even  notice me. She wasn't aware of her surroundings. Why I feel like she is sad, lonely? Was she grieving? Did her boyfriend broke up with her? Why do I care? And why I do I see myself with her? I keep my eyes on her until she's aware of my existence. She frowned staring at me like she's remembering something. Does she remember me? Does she know that we always run with each other? My feet move first before my brain does. I walked to her side. I have to know why she always show up wherever I was. Who is she? I stood in front of her. We had a little conversation. She has this pretty voice but there is something in her that is hard to decipher. I stared in to her eyes trying to read her. Those eyes I have always seen it. Tired, dark underbags and sad, the eyes I have always see when I face the mirror. I asked of her name but she refused to tell it. It is just a name. Why it is so hard to tell it? She left me and I didn't force her because why? Why should I know in the first place? If she didn't want to so be it. I am not the kind of person who will force someone if they don't want to.

I couldn't sleep. Everytime I close my eyes her face will show up, her sad eyes like asking for help. Help on what? She seems healthy. Does she? What if she is sick? So what, Kook? You sound like she's alone. I bet she has a family that will take good care of her.  I groaned and stood up, walked out from the bed. I went to the kitchen and drank some cold water. I stared in the oblivion and sighed. What is she doing right now in this dark cold night? Is she alone like me? Restlessness, that is what I felt. I began to get curious about her. I wanted to know her, hardly.