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4.Seatpartner

W I N T E R

The bell rings, saving me from everyone's glare. I quickly take off to my next class without looking backward. I start walking faster than I normally do, trying to escape from the hell.

I stop and look backward to see everyone are minding their own business, but why do I feel like someone is following me?

It's just a hallucination, Winter. Just a hallucination.

I reach my class and take my seat at the last seat. I wonder how Ethan is doing. I have a lot to share to him. Especially about the beast.

Think about the devil and the devil is here.

He comes toward me and sit at the seat next to me.

Is he serious? We definitely don't get along and here he is. Idiot.

“Seriously? You can't sit here.,”

“Why? Is this seat also your single bestie's?” He says with rage clear in his voice.

“No bu-”

“Then shut up and let me sit wherever I want,” Rude.

“But why do you want to sit next to me? There are lots of other seats,”

“Because this is the only back seat empty. Got it,” I look around to see he was telling the truth. I feel disappointed by his reply. I thought he wanted to sit- no, no. I think I am going crazy by sitting next to this beast.

The class went away with teacher lecturing, students sleeping, eating or taking notes and me and Xavier avoiding each other.

I reach my next class, which thankfully is only attended by good students. I don't think Xavier will come to this counselling lesson.

I feel relief that Xavier will not come and at the same time disappointed too.

Winter, this is not you.

The next thing I saw made my eye bulge out of my eye socket.

Wait, what! Why? How? Ugh!

“Why are you here?”

“Why? I can't be here?” Fudge.

“No. I am just…you don't seem to be that person who would attend this lesson,”

“Don't judge a book by it's cover,”

“No, I mean not by your looks. I am talking about your personality,”

“I attend it because I want to. Any more problems?” Yeah. I want to punch your beautiful face, should I?

“Yes. Why are you sitting beside me? This is not the back seat,”

“Because you are next to the window and the other window seats are occupied.” I look around again, seeing that he is telling the truth.

“But why do you want to sit beside the window?”

“You know what? You should be a journalist. You will be at the top. I can at least guarantee that,”

“Just tell me,” I pout, not knowing what I am doing.

“Curiosity killed the cat,” I smirked evilly.

“But satisfaction bought it back,” He sighs and looks in to my eyes. His emerald eyes boring into my ocean blue eyes.

“It's because counselling is boring. So to not fall asleep between the lectures, the cold wind will help. Got that, Strawberry?” This explains a lot.

I again feel disappointed. I think I am really going crazy.

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After the counselling class finished, I went to the library. I have no class right now, so not wanting to waste any time and trying to be productive, I came here.

The library is almost empty, but some people are here.

I started reading 'Dead Beautiful' by Yvonne Woon.

A person sits beside me with one chair between us, marking our boundaries, but I don't look up. The book is so good.

The person after sometime stands up and sits at the chair which was between us a while ago, leaving no chair to mark our boundaries. I just ignore it.

Suddenly, a familiar scent hits me. That spicy and musky chocolate scent. I sniff the air suspiciously, still not looking up.

No. You are just imagining. And anyone can use the same cologne. Winter. Just read. You don't want to look at the person and start an awkward conversation, right?

Communicating to a stranger is definitely not my thing.

“Hey, Strawberry. Why are you tense?” Fudge. Foot.

Why is he everywhere I go? Is our schedule the same? I don't think so. It rarely happens.

Wait. I-Is he s-stalking me?

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