Confessions of Perry

14 Luke

It’s him, Luke. He isn’t tall like Louise; he is even a few inches shorter than me. He’s just a typical guy; small black eyes, chiseled nose, small lips, short dark grayish hair, and a few shades darker skin tone than Louise. I didn’t find him attractive, and I don’t even like his attitude. He’s a know it all. As if he is always right, that he is the best. This is so weird, how come he is greeting me today?

“Aren’t you even going to say “hello”?” he asks.

“Um, hi.” I say blandly.

“Could I kiss you now?” he asks, his face is wearing a pitifully expression like a baby’s. He’s tip-toeing, trying to reach me.

“EWWWWW!!” I cry out, “You’re so disgusting!” I face him full of repugnance, and make my way towards my vacant chair, as he continues; “But Rick told me I could!”

Kiss? What the hell? Anyway, it was all a bad joke.

I close my eyes for a few seconds, trying to be in the mood for class after what happened.

“Patrice”

I instantly open my eyes after hearing his calm sweet alluring voice. He is looking at me innocently, and he slowly takes a sit beside me.

“Hey, Louise.” I say, and I smile at him.

“Um, could I ask you something?” he says as he gets closer to me. It’s the same closeness that we had a few months back when we were seatmates.

“Wh-at?” I ask. I try to suppress the shaking of my voice. I’m so nervous; I missed this closeness that we had. I missed the stare of his round dark eyes against mine.

“Could you teach me something?” he replies. “It’s about the subject the other day, and I couldn’t get it.”

“Sure. No problem.” I reply as I sweetly smile at him.

“Okay, later after class?”

Oh my gosh! Wrong timing. I could not skip training today. I skipped my training last week and coach would be growling mad at me.

“Um . . Louise, could we have it tomorrow morning instead?” I murmur.

“Tomorrow? Are you going to have your training today?”

“Yes.”

“Okay. Tomorrow then.”

“Promise I would be here early.” I say as he nods as he slowly gets off the chair and make his way to his seat as I watch him go.

***

I glance at the clock hanging at the rink as I clean the ice shavings left on my skates after a tiring training. It’s almost eight in the evening, and I already hear the beep of our car, as Dad waits for me outside. I grab my training bag and my skates, and hurriedly set out towards the door.

“Patrice!” yells my coach.

I stop walking, and turn back to face him; “I forgot to tell you. You’ll be having your rehearsal tomorrow. I already informed your parents about this, since you only have a few weeks to practice your routine.”

“Tomorrow?”

“Why? Is there any problem?”

“Um. .nothing coach it’s just. What time?”

“The usual. Be here before nine in the morning.”

Nine? I think I could make it. If I could go to school before eight, since Louise comes by seven-thirty then. .