Fall For You

A date? Maybe.

We were dismissed straight after my school's Ace Programme ended. As nice as it sounded, it was only all about the students getting extra lessons. In my school, only year three students and above were required to attend. Yay me.

Although it was made compulsory, many students still found ways to skip lessons legally. I must say it takes skills. Even I couldn't smoke my way through to skip these classes.

I felt my shoulders relax as I walked out of class. Students around me sniggered as I walked down the hall. Was I all right? Totally fine. This was part of the shame I had to bear for dating that jerk and breaking up with him. This was my normal school life now. Bullies, studies. Bullies, straight 'A's. I guess they play a huge part in my study journey. From a C grade student to an A grade student. And that is why the teachers tell you it can be done.

Why? Simply because you need to study. I know, life hacks? Not. Screw this logic.

As I was reaching the shophouse, I turned around to the backdoor and stumbled on Donut Guy. (He gave himself that name, not me. Just sayin'.)

He was leaning against the wall behind it with our school uniform, a sports bag over his shoulder as he waited.

I could've sworn I wasn't gonna' go for the stupid dinner. But this dude at my backdoor. Seriously?

"I'm not going, leave." I said as I walked past him about to open the door when my mom pushed the damn door and hit my nose.

Shit.. It hurt like hell..

"Oh, look. A friend." My mom said as she smiled politely with his awkward bowing.

"Hey, that hurt! And I only have Charlie as a friend. I don't recall being friends with this douchebag." I said, giving him a fierce stare before I shut the door in his face as I held my nose with my hand. Pissed.

But which mother in the nature's name pushes her daughter out of the house to have dinner with a stranger? Oh wait, mine. Yay me. Again.

"Mom!" I said banging my fist on the door.

"Be nice now. I have my friends over today so you should go out before you know-"

"Got it." I said not even bothering to let her finish. The last time her friends came over, they were drinking and they puked terribly. It stinked up the entire cafe. I heard my mom's footsteps quiet down as silence engulfed the air. I leaned against the door with my forehead sighing, "so I guess I'm stuck with you." I said coldly, showing the least bit of interest in this dinner as I rubbed my nose.

Even my nose business was more interesting than him right now.

He looks away and back at me before he placed his hand behind his neck, "I'm sorry? I mean.. As much as Daryl told me to say those things, I should've been more wise in listening to him or not. He's just a very respected player in our soccer team."

He was. He was an excellent soccer player. But his values were at the bottom of the pit. I watched him a lot at soccer before and during the time we were dating. I knew how good he was at making those turns and passes.

I shaked my head, "so poor guy got duped into listening to the soccer genius."

"You're extremely sassy for a girl who just had her first breakup a few months ago." He said placing one arm on the wall where I was leaning on and the other in his pocket. His posture changed.

"If you make one more move, I'm not going to be any sassier but mean." My heartbeat quickened before I tried to shake it off. This has to stop because I know what exactly this feeling is.