TaengSic (COMPILATION)

The Saviour (OS)

"The next class is at Block C, level three," I said to myself as I read the timetable while walking. It was the start of a new semester at school and I wasn't sure of my timetable yet.

All of a sudden, someone bumped into me, sending the books in my left arm flying. That person merely said "sorry" and disappeared into the crowd in front of me. I let out a grunt and expected to pick up my books from the ground, hoping that no one else would step on them by accident. Instead, my books were handed to me in a neat stack.

She gave me a smile and walked away before I could say thanks. I didn't get a good look at her face since her long brown hair covered most of it. I thanked my lucky stars and headed for my class, happy I met a good Samaritan at the start of my day at school. What I didn't know was that it was the first of many encounters with her.

The next time we met, she had her arms around my waist. I was hurrying down the steps of the staircase to the lecture hall, trying to get a good seat at the back of the hall. Sitting in front meant I would be easily spotted if I was daydreaming. Being the klutz I usually was, I tripped. I was worried about destroying my glasses if I fell forward more than the pain it brought since I had just made a new pair two months ago. Mother would definitely ground me if she knew I broke another pair of glasses again.

However, a pair of arms circled my waist and prevented me from hitting the ground. The scent of wisteria filled my nose as I leaned onto the body of my saviour when I felt her pulling me back. Steadying myself, I turned around and met a pair of bright eyes and the familiar sweet smile. This time, I had a clear look at her since we were standing so close to each other.

"Thanks," I said. She nodded her head and disappeared into the lecture hall. I stood on the steps for a moment, heart beating a little fast and I thought about what just happened. A classmate ran past me and tapped my shoulder, telling me that the lecture was starting. I snapped out of my daze and headed into the lecture hall.

To my blessing, an empty seat on the third row from the back greeted me. I made my way there and sat down. After taking out my textbook and pencil, I proceeded to look around the lecture hall for my saviour.

After a few minutes, I spotted her sitting somewhere in the middle of the lecture hall. She tucked her hair behind her ear, revealing her fair complexion. For the next hour, my thoughts were focused on the girl only, observing her every little movement.

She liked to twirl her pen with her right hand whenever she wasn't taking notes. She seemed to have a sweet tooth judging from the amount of M&Ms she popped into her mouth during the whole lecture. I saw her biting her lips when she was furiously jotting down the formulas that the lecturer was flashing on the screen. She looked really adorable at that moment and I wished I could see that up close some day.

When it was nearing the end of the lecture, she turned around and looked up. She appeared to be looking for someone. My heart skipped a beat as I quickly looked down at my notes, pretending to be hard at work. I didn't know why I had no guts to meet her eyes directly at that moment.

The third time we met, she saved me from walking into a dustbin. I was busy replying text messages on my phone and I didn't look ahead to see where I was going. I felt someone tug on my backpack and I jerked backwards. Looking up from my phone, I realized I almost rammed into a dustbin that was in the middle of the courtyard.

Somehow I had the feeling it was she who saved me again. I didn't have to turn around to confirm my answer as the scent of wisteria filled my nose. Once again, no words were exchanged as she flashed the same sweet smile at me before she walked away.

To be honest, I was mesmerized by her. Her lips turned up at the corners thereby revealing her well-defined cheekbones. Her bright brown eyes that seemed to twinkle like the stars. She had long brown hair that framed her fair complexion and curls at the ends of her hair that bounced a little when she walked. She was a work of art. It was then I knew I was falling for a schoolmate whom I hardly know.