Examinations were one of the things I did great at but were also one of the things I hated. Peer pressure had pushed me to my limits ever since I went in highschool. And it wasn't just any highschool, It was one of the top schools in the country.
I got accepted there for a reason and everyone expects me to do great in my academics just because I got in. The thing was, elementary was very different compared to highschool. Turns out, my 'best' before was just a 'basic' now.
Finals are coming up soon and my parents' are expecting me to be one of the class's top achievers. What they don't know is that I've been flunking almost every class now. I can't afford to fail finals anymore.
So here I am, in the local library, trying my best not to break down any monent.
Singing helps, I told myself, and started humming the first song that popped in my head.
Put you're head on my shoulder.
I stood up and looked for an algebra book.
Pull me in your arms, baby.
I pulled out one from the second shelf to the left.
Squeeze me oh-so tight.
I turned around and came face to face with a guy carrying a novel who was seemingly singing the same song as me.
"Show me that you love me too," he continued as he gave me charming smile.
He stood still as I waited for him to say something, but he never did. Instead, he gave me a wink and left without another word.
I smiled to myself as I went back to my seat, three tables apart from where the guy was sitting.
It took me several deep breathes before I was able to compose myself. I opened the book and concentrated on the lesson.
Variables and integers, ugh.
I triumphantly gave myself a chance to catch a glimpse of his annoyingly cute face one more time.
Turning my head slowly, I found out he was already looking at my direction.
At me.
Not so long after, he looked away and started scribbling in his notepad. I did the same.
What are you doing? You're here to study, not stare at some good-looking stranger.
A few moments later, he got up with his bag and left the library. On his way out, he dropped a note on my desk without making eye contact.
The smell of his perfume lingered for a while. When it was gone, so was he. I decided to take a peek of what was written on the paper.
Ten digits were present along with a 'call me' below.
Oh, I will.
