CHAPTER 5

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I look at him again and this time he was listening to the teacher. I silently stare at him. He is wearing a black shirt, similar to the one I am wearing right now. The bell ring and everyone start to go out of the class including him. I want to thank him so, right away, I start to gather my things and head out of the class but he has gone. I look for him in the corridor but he is nowhere to be seen.

I reach my room and Olivia was sprawled across her bed asleep. I sit on my bed and sighed, today was eventful. I lay back on my bed for a while. I need to get some things for my side of room. I get up and change his shirt with a blue sweatshirt, the size is a little big for my body but comfortable enough. I grab my bag and walk outside.

The sun has started to disappear. I remember seeing a lake near the campus. I decide to go there before going to market. I start to walk towards the lake. I have always loved walking alone, enjoying my own company. In thirty minutes, I reach the lake. I sit down near the water careful enough, so that the water doesn't touch my feet.

The sun has almost set and it was getting dark. The lake-side air was filled with the fragrance of jasmine. I take a deep breath and look at the lake water. The lake water is like a mirror, clear and clean, mirroring the sky above, peaceful and still. It is the softness that called body and brain to rest and let the heart go to its steady rhythm. Night came as a reward, to give restfulness to calm our soul.

I sit there and wonder if only people could be that clear-and-clean with no negativity and duality, If only I could see their real face instead of the one they are showing me, if only they could be a reason to calm my soul instead of shattering it. Like this moment, under this dark sky, only sitting here and staring at the reflection of the sky in lake is soothing my soul. No doubt why have I always loved the company of nature.

A drop of rain fell on my cheek and I am dragged into reality. I look at my watch and realize that I've been sitting here for more than two hours. I get up and start to walk towards the dorm instead of market. Much to my luck, the rain stopped shortly after I start walking.

I decide to stop by at that cafe, where that morning scene happened, to grab a coffee, as it is in my way to dorm. I enter the cafe with slightly damped hair. The cafe is not really very crowded. I got my coffee and sit on the table next to window. I hold the cup, sipping the hot cappuccino and look around the cafe when my eyes land on him.

He is sitting alone in the corner, with some papers spread in front of him, on the table. He looks focused and deep in thoughts. I want to thank him now but he is looking quite busy, maybe I shouldn't disturb him now? Or ... I should.

I get up from the chair, drape my bag on my shoulder, and hesitantly covered the distance to his table, considering our awkward interaction in the morning I am not sure what type of a person he is.

I clear my throat and he look up at me.

"Hi" I said and wait for his reply. He didn't replied and looks down again.

"Umm... maybe you have not recognized me?... I am Ella. You gave me your shirt this morning" I said and he starts assembling his stuff.

"I don't want to disturb you..... I just... I just wanted to thank you for what you did for me." I said and he grabbed his stuff and stand up. He looked at me with those hauntingly beautiful green eyes.

"Next time, try not to act this blindly around Me." he said. His tone calm but his eyes stormy, as if he can see right through me. His reply is rude, I wasn't expecting it. I was about to said something but he turned and walk out of the cafe

Shit

It was rude. How can someone be so impolite? For a moment I thought he is really kind for giving me his shirt and maybe we could be friends but not now. He is so arrogant. I wanted to hit his cocky-head with my bag. I admit he is so incredibly handsome with those green eyes, long curly hair, tall muscular body and with his choice of wearing black every time and that scent.........but still, it's not fair for him to be this mean and disrespectful with me. I am not going to talk to him Ever Again.


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