PART 2 DO YOU KNOW ME?

 

PART 2 DO YOU KNOW ME?

"Stop!"

I said holding up my hand, catching my breath in the empty corridors reverting back my haste, when he finally stopped before turning around and a single tear drop falling from his eye. The ocean was full since a long time, its getting soaked up in front of me.

 

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"Uh, did you attended that tuition in 10th grade near jade Square?"

He stopped abruptly when he budged in. His hands clutching his books and revealing the best of his nerves and bones.

"Yes" he said smiling knowingly.

"Umm, do you know me?" I said wincing my one eye in interrogation, pointing one finger to my chest, and making it look frank that it is okay to ask someone whether they know them.

"I don't remember" he let it out in a chuckling breath.

"OH, um okay" I smiled wide and left hastily the other way. I was supposed to go the way he was going but let him leave first, I should be out of his memory soon.

 

The periods went by, and soon the time came for practicals. I picked up my bag and left with my friends, but when we reached I saw him already taking out his notebook outside the gate. How did he reach so soon?

"Wondering how?" I didn't notice the boy standing beside him laughing and pointing at my gaping. I shut it, narrowed made a smirk.

 

We all took our respective places and waited for the teacher to come out. I had brought my practical copy in case sir made his mind to check today. And that is exactly what happened.

"You're not supposed to write it this way," and he caught a fly in the net. "Write it beside the positive....and draw a box around the reaction..". My ears stood up and hurried back to my place to draw the boxes, shit how did I forget, I hate to be wrong. Then I went back and guess what, sir loved my work and displayed it to everyone around and told them to copy me. That's me.

 

We went back to class and I turned to see him forwarding to his bench.

The problem is not when you're looking at him, it is when he also starts behaving as if he knows I am looking at him.

Since he started smiling afterwards. Damn.

 

"Can you solve this?" I looked behind to find Sara holding up a notebook towards me with a sequence and series question jotted on it. Ah, I hate it. When I realize it is the one from the main course book, I hold up a  hand and flip to the page...., but the page in which my answer was written is now gone. Oh no. It always happens. Always.

 

"I had written in here but I can't find it, I'll send you the answer once I get back home." I answer her since I hate admitting I can't do something. When the class is passing out the door, I stay a while standing, worrying about that page of mine. Then suddenly it flashes me that Stephen was also there when I was asking another doubt to the teacher. Yes, he must have it.

 

I look upward and try to find him but ig he already left. I sprint past the penguins and rush to the ground towards where he keeps his bicycle. I twirl around but I can't find him, but I did find his cycle, but where is he?

 

I still wait for a few more minutes in the hope of him while everyone else on the ground slowly leaked out the gate. Its getting late now but ik he hasn't left. I keep standing, until I hear-

"Hey"

I was startled to hear the voice, feeling the wind blow softly right beside my ears. He is here.

I turn back to look him in the eye, and I dont know if i should have turned. His eyes are hazy pink-red and it was quite obvious that his shades were trying to cover up but the glare passed the sign.

I shut and stared for a while before speaking my truth, since I somewhere don't want this day to be okay or a day of lies.

"Were you crying?"

He snaps out slightly and bows his head a little. "No way, why would you think that?"

He smiles and chuckles, and idk if its fake. So i smile back, feeling embarrassed

"OH, I just thought".

He slips his hands into his side pockets. "Its been quite a day though", he bread smiles, my favorite one.

"I just wanted to ask if you knew that progression question."

"I don't remember. I'm sorry though can we talk tomorrow? I'm just tired." He says running a hand on the back of his neck.

He has never done these nervous actions ever before. I wonder what is going on with his mind.

I abruptly come back. "Yeah, okay, take care." And leave without looking back while he stayed standing there.

(ps: it is a bit incomplete but please bear with me and my mind lol. Don't take it seriously, it's all in the mind)