Love Is An Open Dorm Door

The Rivals Met

Mica's P.O.V./ Dream

'So, how's your day, princess?'

Within seconds, I blushed madly. Oh, why did he have to make a nickname for me? It'll just make me shy-shy.

'Ummm.. Fine, normal school days. Home works must be done, projects must be passed on the deadline, just, neutral', I said with "0 confidence".

We were in a fancy restaurant. It's really nice and the foods are affordable. We talked for minutes, and subject is all about how our universities work.

He is from Lotus University, an exquisite school.

A waiter arrived in front of us, but I didn't dare look up yet since I'm so immersed with the beauty in front of me. He is too much.

'May I take your order, sir and ma'am?'

I froze in my spot, familiar with that deep joking voice from somewhere.

I suddenly had the urge to face one of the waiter of the restaurant.

He looked at me and his eyes bulged when he saw me. His wide eyes then began to turned to crescent like ones when the edge of his thin plump lips stretched across his tanned face.

'Oh, hey there, Nerdy Micky.'

I gasped, getting unnoticed by the guy sitting at the opposite side of me.

Nerdy Micky, Nerdy Micky, Nerdy Micky, Nerd Micky.

It continued on and on in my head, chuckled after another making me nauseous. It won't bother to stop.

-*~*-

'Mica!'

My body jolted upon hearing my name being called. Eyelids separate from each other, very separate that they won't let me blink. I breathed, but it was uneven.

'Yo', two voices said in unison. I looked to my left and saw Tisha and Danica kneeling. Danica had this worrisome face while Tisha looked at me, not bothered at all. Rude.

'Gurl, your sweating', Tisha said sassily. I don't even know what attitudes does this girl even have.

'I'm fine, just a small nightmare', I managed to stutter.

'Oohh~ Looks like someone is being hunted', I chuckled nervously at Tisha's words.

'Guessed I've thought wrongly about you', I instantly stared at her with this bewildered expression.

'Why so?'

'She thought you were having wet dreams.'

   A girl with a pink glittering beanie popped her head from a large opened dark chocolate wooden door, which I meant is our cabinet. It's size was just right for us to change in there.

   Tisha told me so.

   I chuckled monotonously at Charisse, face darken. My sweat were still dripping from my back, my forehead, neck, and arms, even though the air conditioners are switched on.

   I faced at the kneeling girl with grey over sized jacket and her hair tied up into a bun, with my face saying "is it true".

   She took both of her index fingers and started fiddling with it, showing how guilty she is to me.

'Well...', she began, head down.

   Tisha looked at me, eyes big and her mouth agape.