A Glimpse of Hope

Did I miss it before?

I glanced at the sign on top of the door. I realized this is the area of my supposed class. Maybe the class hall is here? Grabbing the door handle and push it, but it won't budge. Why is it not working? Is it lock or something? The first class of the first semester, and I have already blown it up.

I fluttered my eyelids closed, slowing my breath in, and blew it out softly, trying to calm myself down from panicking. Maybe if I try to push it again, it will slide open, so I grab the handle and push it again. But no luck.

Sighed, I leaned my head down against the door.

What am I going to do--

"You need to pull, not push", an amused deep voice stated behind me. My eyes immediately fluttered open and turned to the owner of the voice. His familiar addicting green eyes snap straight to mine.

Reece King?

"There's a sign there, to pull the door, not push" he continued teasingly as he sees me still in confusion.

For what it seems like a hot minute of our eyes staring at each other, I forced my head to turn toward the signs that he was talking about. Realizing it is true, I immediately feel the warmth begin to grow on my cheeks.

Well, this is embarrassing. How did I even miss the obvious sign that was attached to the side of the door?

I thanked him quietly, without turning to him as I don't have the bravery to look back at him again, I pulled the door open and swiftly went straight in, searching for my class again.

"I helped you and now you're running away? Well, that's not nice" he teased as he follows me behind.