KristSingto : SOTUS days❤️

Chapter 5 - 'Click'

Krist's POV

It was around half past five in the evening, when I was done enacting my first scenario with Phud, the other finalist aside from me and P'Singto. Phud already left for home since he was done acting with both of us. What was left, was the much anticipated clash of P'Singto and me.

We were seated at the chairs outside the hall, facing each other and engulfed in complete silence, neither of us attempting to strike up a conversation with the other.

It was after a whole of ten minutes have passed, and when the dead air was too unbearable for me, that I stood up with a "I'll go to-"

"Who did y- Huh?"

It seems that both of us have started speaking at the same time. He looked up just then and we stared at each other with wide eyes.

"What...?", I wasn't sure of what else to say.

"What?", P'Singto folded his arms over his chest and looked at me with expectant eyes, clearly swallowing up whatever question that was at the tip of his tongue. That's a relief, since I needed an escape from here, now.

"Erm...I'll go to the washroom phi", I gave my most polite smile.

"Yeah sure", he nodded and looked down at his feet, which were tapping the ground furiously.

"I'll be in a minute...". I took my bag and quickly shot out from there, in the direction of the washrooms that were to the right of where we were seated.

"Right...", I faintly heard his voice drifting through the long passage.

I reached the washroom in record speed, let myself inside and shut the door. The sight that greeted me, on the mirror over the sink, had me wanting to bury myself six feet underground.

Due to my fair skin tone, whenever I'm angry or upset or embarrassed or- basically on any occasion that my facial muscles are applied with the least amount of extra strain, it turns itself into a full ripe cherry.

Like right now. It's as if all the blood in my body has flowed to my face and neck, and I haven't the slightest idea as to why I'm reacting so.

Am I angry? No. Upset? Naw! Embarrassed? Definitely not. Then why...? Must be all that running...

I couldn't afford much time to delve on these thoughts since the next session could start anytime soon. So I splashed my face and neck with the cool water, and let my skin return back to normal before opening the door to leave the washroom.

I had one foot and a shoulder outside the door when I noticed P'Singto at the end of the passage, standing and facing towards the stairs that led to the halls, so that his right half of the face was towards me. I barely registered the intentions behind what I was about to do, before I stepped back inside the washroom and kept one eye behind the slightly open door, quietly observing the oblivious senior.

There was a camera in his hand, one that wasn't so large but looked sophisticated.

He must be a professional photographer or something...

The rays from the dim orange light-bulb above, shone over his sleek, neatly styled hair like tiny shards of glass. His ever-neat white shirt was still crisp and smooth just the way it always is when he walks through the faculty gates in the morning, not a single crease to be seen. Those black trousers were clearly hiding long and strong legs, and was holding up his thin, but sturdy frame. He was one gorgeous man!