It should be my last class for today and I can't wait to end this quickly. Why? Because it's Maths. Despite it being my favourite subject, it also is the class where I need to sit beside Ryan. It has been a really long silence between us since the time he sits beside me until the take five we take before continuing for the next chapter.
I write something in my notes which is actually the summary for the chapter to make it easier for me to look at later. Plus, to avoid being in a conversation with Ryan obviously. I am about to flip the page of my notebook when his arm suddenly touches mine in the process. I don't know why but my heart does skip a beat.
I turn to him saying, "Sorry." just to be shocked when he is also saying, "Sorry." at the same time.
"What? Um, I mean it's okay. No harms." Then, I take my pen again to continue writing. Not when he suddenly touches my notebook. I look up at him again.
"I mean sorry about Saturday night."
Oo oh. Don't expect that coming.
"Well-" I'm just about to say something which I actually don't know what before Miss Evans interrupts the whole class to start the new chapter. Thank you, God.
"Okay, I think that's enough of take five. Next, let's start with page 64."
Ryan just nods his head and points it to the front which means let's focus on this first. I look back at Miss Evans and start to flip my textbook.
The whole class is such a nerve-wrecking hour as I still don't know what to say to him after class. Maybe I should find a way to go home fast before he stops me.
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"Okay, that's all for today. And don't forget to hand in the homework on Friday class. You may dismiss." Right after Miss Evans finish her class, I take all of my belongings and put them in my bag.
"Oh, and Miss Larson. I need to meet you for a while after this. Can you?" Oh no. Not so good on my plan to run but I can't reject her just because I need to run from Ryan. Maybe he will be gone home when I finish my meeting with Miss Evans.
"Yes, sure." I give her a nod and smile.
After everyone gets out of the class, I walk myself to Miss Evans and stop in front of her desk.
"Yes, Miss? Did I do something wrong in my homework?" I ask her.
"No, of course not. Your homework is perfectly done. But I do have something to tell you. This." She hands me a paper which looks more like a poster or brochure.
"The school has been invited to the national Maths competition and the principal gave me the responsibility to choose one of my students to be our school's representative. And I think you are the best candidate for this."
I look carefully at the poster. It is clipped with the registration paper for the competition. The date is 2 months from now.
"It's not that I don't want to but I'm really not sure if I am the best candidate for this. You know, there's a lot more students who are excel in Maths. So, I think maybe they are a lot better than me?" I look at Miss Evans with a nervous smile.
Maths has been my favourite subject since primary school and being in one of this big competition has always been my dream. It is such a huge honour to be in this kind of competition. But I'm just scared if people will have a lot of expectation from me and I will disappoint them.
"Of course you're the best candidate. I've taught a lot of students, Abigail. Trust me, I trust you the most for this. Okay, maybe you're still nervous about this but you can take that paper home and give it a thought before deciding anything. I'll give some times. Maybe until next week's class? On Monday." Miss Evans assures me.
"Emm, yeah. I'd like that. I will give it a thought and inform you later. Thank you, Miss Evans." I hand out my hand to shake her hand and we shake hands before I walk out of the classroom.
I don't see Ryan in front of the class so I assume he's already going home which makes me exhale in relieve. I walk to my locker to put my books. Just after I put my books away, take my homework, and put them in my bag along with the paper Miss Evans gave me, someone comes to me.
Don't need to guess. It's Ryan.
"Hey, Abby."
"Oh, hey. You're still here." I zip up my bag and sling it to my shoulder.
"Yeah, I suppose to have training today but our coach just cancel it just now for emergency." Ryan shrugs his shoulders.
"Ah, I see." Yes, that's all my respond.
"So, about just now." He makes some gestures with his hands.
"Just now? You mean with Miss Evans?" Nice. Act dumb, Abigail. It looks good on you.
"No, I mean Saturday?" he frowns a little and lifts one of his eyebrows up. How can someone still looks attractive by doing that? Shut up, Abby.
"Oh, Saturday. I, um, it's okay. I mean I'm okay. I'm just kinda shocked. A little bit." This time, I shrug.
"Seriously, I'm sorry for that. I didn't mean to hurt you. It was so... Spontaneous."
"I forgive you actually. It's not a big deal. But, may I ask why-" Before I end my sentence or more likely a question, Ryan interrupts me.
"So, you'll not ignore my text again?"
What's wrong with him?
"No, most likely, not. I forgot to reply you text yesterday, sorry." But still, I answer his question.
"I hope not. I met your mother at Walmart yesterday and she said you're okay and you'll spend your day with Harley. So I understand if you don't reply my text though." He gives me a smile. Ugh, stop that.
"Oh, she told me that."
"So, we're okay?" He continues.
"Yeah, sure." I reply.
"Oh, thank god. I was so worried you might kill me." He breaths out.
"Kill you?" I laugh a little. "Am I look like I'll kill people?"
"Maybe not any people." I just laugh at his comment.
"So you're going home?" Ryan asks me.
Then, where else should I go? Kill people?
"Yes, I'm going to wait for the next bus I think." I look at my watch. I must have missed the latest bus.
"Well, how about I drive you? And I don't take no as an answer." Before I could reject his offer, he points his finger to warn me.
"You sure are stubborn, right? So, I don't have a choice?" I cross my arms.
"Seems like that." He shrugs. "After you." He hands out his hand and move aside to give me way to walk first.
I just shake my head and smile.
How come someone like him is single? He is cute though. Wait, did I just say that he is cute?
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