Speak, Act and Seal

Chapter 1- Knowing

A squeal hovered over the noisy chit-chats in the halls, and pulled most of the attention unto the voice's beholder for a moment.

"Britney!!!!"

I sighed and swapped books with my locker.

"Is there really a need to shout?" I said, closing the door to my locker.

The blonde beside me, placed a hand over her mouth.

"Sorry." she whispered, twirling the ends of her hair when she noticed the attention the shout had gotten. The silent parade didn't last long and soon, the halls were back to being animated.

"Let's head to class before the bell rings" I initiated and started walking to class with the books at hand.

"But you can't be serious." She studied me, hoping for any signs of folly but got none. She slumped, sad that once again her fantasy was crushed by reality.

"Why do all the handsome guys have to be either taken or gay?" she exasperated

"Trisha, I'm pretty sure by now that you just have bad taste. Or bad luck." I bluntly told her, patting her back in sympathy.

This is Trisha Merl, my preppy bestfriend. Blonde hair, dark brown eyes, snow white skin, and nice slim figure. Seriously, this girl can have a boyfriend in no time, had she only learned to look at the right places.

"Why can't I be you?"

I rolled my eyes. Seriously, not this again. "Don't even try to bring that topic up again" I warned.

She pouted and crossed her arms. "I still can't believe that you never had a crush in your whole life. You sure you aren't lesbian? You know you could always open up to me. I won't judge. I could support you even. Unless---" She gasped. She was about  to say something else but I stopped her.

"Don't even try to think about it woman. I don't have a crush on you and I am most certainly not a lesbian." I sighed. I turned the doorknob with my free hand and entered our class. "I don't think it's that unusual for a girl to not have a crush. So stop trying to think of other absurd reasons." 

We walked to our seats, my seat being by the window and hers just in front of mine. I settled myself on my seat and she on hers. "But---" she tried to argue when the bell rang and as if on cue, came our history teacher and placed his things on the table. 

"Sir Mundain is here" I informed her. Trisha glared, groaned and turned away to face Mr. Mundain.

Saved by the bell. I was grateful with the distraction. Because I know Trish well enough to say that if a distraction like that didn't interfer, she wouldn't stop inquiring about the subject until I gave her an answer that she wants. 

Why is it even so hard to believe that I just don't have a crush for like 16 years? It's not like it's unheard of...right? I am not a lesbian, a manhater or even a robot. That much I am sure. I don't think it is a bad thing. If anything, it's a fortune. I don't need an extra load in my life. I am not allowed to have one anyways...for reasons that even Trisha doesn't know.

A hand waved in front of me. I blinked, and looked to my right, facing the owner. 

"Penny for a thought?" A guy, with slightly messy jet black hair and a pair of blue eyes, whispered.

"Hmm...Nahh. You'd have to pay me more than that, Rick." I grinned.

"Oh come on, Brit. Money's hard to find nowadays." 

"Then stop finding for it. Start working for it"

"Couldn't you put a discount for your honey? Like 100% discount" He wiggled his eyebrows.

It's a good thing Sir Mundain in front is busy writing on the board. Probably about  an activity we are about to do. Anyway, I took the chance, leaned over to Rick and gave Rick a light slap on the arm. Rick smirked at me and I sticked my tongue out to him. Before I could even say anything back, the teacher called our attention.

"Class, from today onwards, you will have a new classmates." Mr. Mundain paused and signaled to whoever was outside to come in. "Please welcome Anatasha Forbes and Tristan Forbes" A girl with dark red hair and a pair of black eyes came in, before a boy with dark blue hair and a pair of dark blue eyes went in. 

...I felt like I've seen them before...But where...? I was busy trying to remember where that I didn't notice I had been staring at them for too long until Rick tapped my shoulder. I looked at Rick.

"Hey, I don't think I heard anything about a transferee going to our school. Did you know about this?" He questioned.  

I shook my head. "No..." When I look up again, my eyes met with "Tristan"'s eyes. Those dark blue eyes...I know I had seen them before but where...?  

He just smiled and faced "Anatasha". Just like that, it felt like they had a conversation of their own by just facing each other. She just smiled at him, faced the crowd and raised her left hand, and did what seemed, to many, an act of hesistation before waving her hand to say hi to everyone. But I knew it wasn't an act of hesistation. 

She, with her hand, symbolize S-A-S. My eyes widen at the revelation...Now, I knew where I saw them.

It was as if she heard my thoughts that she turned to my direction and smiled. My mind replayed what she done earlier as if it was just a dream...But I know it wasn't. Somewhere within me believed it was real, knows that it was real...Those gestures, their aura just means three letters.  

S-A-S

Speak, Act and Seal.