(Girl's)
Dear Diary,
Early in the morning, my teacher in Philosophy requested me to be his substitute because he would be out for a seminar. He already asked the rest of the teachers so I had no choice but to be his student-teacher for a day. I prepared the lesson abruptly and read my schedule after. My eyes almost jumped out upon knowing the section I'll be teaching first. It's the section where he's at! Gosh, It didn't even crossed in my mind earlier! Destiny is really a bitch, right? I did my best to avoid him since yesterday because of what happened in the cafeteria, and now I already had no escape. Should I skip the first class? Or should I act sick? I was really hesitant. But well, I should face this.
I breathed heavily before opening the door of their classroom. I went in and our eyes met accidentally. I became so tensed as I noticed him watching my every actions.
I introduced myself and then started my discussion. I forced myself not to glance at him to avoid distraction. Afterwards, I distributed their notebooks for the activity they would be doing. I then heard his seatmate teased him and they started to punch each other playfully. On that scene, I actually find him cute--- No! I blinked many times as I went back to my reverie. After a minute, he stood up and walked towards me. Heart, I'm begging you please calm down!
He stopped in front of me and asked for an extra pen. I lent him one, of course. His fingers touched mine as he got the pen. Damn, I felt a sudden bolt at that small contact.
He said thanks but I shook my head and said, "No, it should be me who's thanking you." And you know what! I shouldn't have said that in the first place, because he damn smirked and uttered words that have melted me, "Thanking me for the new picture I placed on your wallet? No prob. It's an honor miss."
(Boy's)
Dear Diary,
I was the one who suggested Mr. Philosopher to let my genius crush to be his student-teacher. He'd be out from school and our section needs a thorough discussion because next week will be our mid-term. That's the reason I gave him-- an oblivious one to cover mine, you know I just want to see her talking in front.
As the door opened, I almost jumped out from my seat that I even dropped my ballpen and now I couldn't find it. She walked in having this intimidating aura that made us went into silent. So cool. Shit my heart! I was attracted even more.
She started discussing and I only stared at her on the whole duration of her talking. She's so cool. Before, I wished to be an NBA player, but now heck, I just wanted to be the pen she's holding. Yeah, call me crazy dude.
She gave us an activity to answer. Damn, where's my ballpen? I asked my seatmate and he just smiled mischievously. He pointed my crush and then raised his eyebrows up and down. Damn, he knew! He even said why not I try to lend a pen from her. Hmm, that's a good idea. He punched me playfully and I punched him back.
I stood up and damn, she's looking at me already. Wew, my knees were shaking but I had to go towards her. Losing my pen was a blessing in disguise after all, I could lend her pen and would not return it anymore.
As I purposely touched her fingers, I suddenly felt an unfamiliar thing, something that electrified me a bit. After getting the precious pen from her hand, I thanked her but she just shook and thanked me instead. Hmm, I then opened up about my picture in her wallet but it turned out as a tease, so I immediately turned around before she can even strangle me. I was about to go back to my seat when she uttered words that have melted the insides of me, "Hey! Here's your notebook. I suggest you should take a glance on my ID so you can spell my name next time correctly. It would be an honor mister."
