The Guy with dimples

Sun shined brightly out the window. Many pupils were gathering around the assembly stage for the post-class conversations. 

"Did you know that girl scored highest in biology this year?". They whispered in slow breaths and i was somewhere lost between his eyes and the sunshine. 

How can someone look so good, honestly; this guy was surely crafted by music. That's what I honestly feel he is. Taking all the tunes of the world with him, those strings of guitar might be slithering down his perfect hairs. He looks good even with tiny hairs, just not bald enough, I don't know how to describe. 

People come and go, but i hope he chooses to stay.

He is always roaming the corridors by the way, strolling here and there. He should have been the captain then for sure, but i don't know if he opted for that; maybe he doesn't like pleasing. Either way, I am good.

I study, I talk, I laugh, I play, I do everything I like in schoo, but when he is around, ummmm, I am not sure I am the one I believe I am. I am suddenly more of an extrovert, bursting these loud talks while I speak so slowly. Maybe when he is around I really want him to listen to my voice. But its not a bit good around him and idk why I do that. Poor me.

I am a simp for good voices for sure. I would have stayed the next day for the singing competition if the scandals hadn't took place. I am afraid people might guess i like him. But i don't, I know i don't.

I just like his voice, his hairs, his posture, his style, but i don't like him. Because you like someone when you really feel calm around, you are someone you never knew you were, you are laughing low and pretending neat and perfect, that's what you are around people you like. 

I am not that around him.

I am more blunt, ferocious, wild and loud, and every kind of embarrassing things people shouldn't have. I am like the rose which never grew in his gardens, but i wanna be someone who talks about the petals in the sun with him. I dont want to be his flower, but I really want to look out the garden with him. 

Not exactly with him but kind of like near him. I never say much around people I feel, i don't want to say anything to him. I am never breaking this into a heart shape but I don't think i can shake off the feeling until something really bad happens.

Today is our another extra class and maybe I am loving it all just because of him. He speaks so low I have to like watch his mouth to decipher his words, I hope he doesn't feels bad about it or ever noticed it. I hope to tell him this one day. 

This is just something, I am definitely not in love, nor that I like him because I hate him sometimes, I think i just like his presence, the air smells sweet when he is around btw, i quite sure of that.

"Do you know me?" I aksed pointing to my chest (this is finally coming true)

"No" he brings together his brows.

"Before, ever?"

"No, I don't think so. I had talked once to you about music and I think i relate you with that. Have you ever participated in DOX?"

"DOX??"

"The music competition between Doranda and Xaviers.."

"No."

"Geeta chanting?"

"Yes i took once in that"

"OH.. " and he smiled looking out the door. 

I don't know what to feel about that though.

But I saw his dimples for the first time.