When The Devil Noticed Her

Chapter 7

I am now walking at the same time running towards the architecture model room. I am running late again.

Well, I woke up at 3 in the morning today and couldn’t get to sleep. To release some tension, I decided to jog at the nearest park to subside my excitement for today’s forum. I was just so excited to know what kind of designs and training we will be into. I was running for about an hour and stopped for a while to sip my water.

Then an elderly woman approached me, saying I am her lost daughter. I asked her about her name, but she only uttered her daughter’s name which is “Grace”. I cannot leave her there, I think she has alzhaimers so I brought her to the nearest police station to ask if someone has posted about her.

Thankfully her children reported her missing. The police contacted her children and they arrived at around 8. I cannot just leave her at the police station, so I waited for her children to arrive. We chatted with her children and thank me for reporting her at the police station, I found out that she run from home because she wanted to find her daughter “Grace”. I want to ask them about “Grace” but just dropped it after. I don’t want to intrude their privacy. When they left at the police station, I went back to the dorm to change. That is the reason why I will be scolded by the professor now.

I arrived at the model room feeling exhausted. I used the exit door as my entrance because I don’t want to be the center of attraction. I slowly entered the room praying nobody will notice me.

Professor Martin is now discussing something, I was just a meter away before I could hold one chair and sit down when professor called my name. Now everyone is looking at me.

I face the ground feeling so embarrassed. I knew that second year and third year students were here because this is our first gathering after the announcement was held few weeks ago. I knew my seniors will despise me because of my lateness.

The professor gestured me to sit down and said I will face the consequence of being late later. I sat down at the back feeling depressed, I lift my head to focus my attention to the man at the center. I am taking down notes about the important things we need to do and the trainings we will be attending. After a while, that feeling that someone is looking at you is really bothering me. I continued what I am doing and ignored those feelings. I might be exaggerating things. While listening, I discovered that we will be having a field experience for one week. That made me so excited. As a freshmen, that’s a rare opportunity, supposedly I will experience that when I became third year. The thought of it, made my heart jumping. When the lecture was done, I went to professor Martin to apologize. I told him what really happened but he seems not satisfied. He gave me referral and accepted it with a heavy heart.

“It will not happen again Mr. Martin”, I said to him sighing. He dismissed me and I walked back to my seat to gather my things.

When I was done gathering everything, I am ready to go but someone interrupted me.

“Hey”, he said, I faced him and I was truly stunned, it was Jersey no. 9 and he is talking to me. I turn my head from right to left making sure if I am the person he talking right now.

“Me?” I asked dumbfounded pointing myself. He nods and he smiled showing his cute dimples. I cannot believe what I am seeing right now. I am fluttered.

“I’m Shion”, he showed his hand for a shake. I cannot find the right word to say. I am still debating myself why he is introducing himself to me.

“So he is Shion”, I thought to myself. That Shion who carried me to the clinic and Jersey no. 9 is the same. I look at his hands, he showed earlier for a shake but he put it back to his side. I think he felt embarrassed that I didn’t shake his hands. I didn’t mean to, I am spacing out.