Day dream
951 Words
Healing did not take long; I only seem a little smaller, and my grades decreased little last term. I think heartbreak did me more good than harm, right?
I sat down in class when a group of students entered. It was break time, however I believe we all need to protect our privacy in this school. I remained seated, gazing at everything going on.
"Hi," a plump average-height girl said to me as she approached the class nerd who sat next to me. As much as I didn't want to watch it, I thought I'd enjoy the spectacle that was about to take place. I replied her greeting with a thin smile on my lips.
"Hi...." Billy, the class nerd, replied to her with a bashful smile.
What am I seeing with my two eyes? I nearly laughed at how shy this guy was. Young love!
"I didn't expect you to be here," he murmured, grasping her hands and inviting her to sit on his lap.
Wait, is this how nerds fall in love?
I could not help but blush on their behalf. So cute! Maybe my next target should be a nerd; at least he doesn't have half of the schoolgirls staring at him, I rolled my eyes.
These two kept conversing, and the girl couldn't quit laughing and blushing. As they chattered and talked, she used her hand to arrange his hair at regular intervals.
"I missed you all day Bee"
Did she just say Bee? Yes, his mind is wandering around, examining what matters to him and what doesn't. As long as it's knowledge, but what makes "Bee" attractive? I could not help but giggle this time, which brought their attention to me.
"I'm so sorry, you both just look so cute," I said, which elicited a 'I always knew it' expression from the girl, and Billy simply glanced at me with an appreciating look before slowly patting the girl's back, their eyes communicating love and a lot of affection.
I let them carry on with their playful banter; besides, I enjoyed the company. The girl kept chatting non-stop to Billy, and he seemed genuinely captivated by her presence. They talked about everything, from academics to sports to planning dates, but one particular thing she mentioned really caught my attention.
"Billy," she called softly, gently turning his face to hers.
"Yes?" he responded, fully attentive.
"You still haven’t said anything about the letter I wrote to you," she said, her voice tinged with hurt as she pouted, trying to elicit his sympathy.
"Which letter?" he asked, genuinely curious.
"Didn’t you see the prom letter I left in your locker?" she replied, feigning tears.
I chuckled to myself. How adorable—they’re already asking each other to prom. I was indifferent about the whole thing until it hit me—prom is actually coming up! My mind went into overdrive, my thoughts racing in all directions. Do I really have to go to prom? I can’t believe it’s almost here again. Last time, Crest and I were awarded "Couple of the Year" and crowned Mr. & Mrs. Prom.
I remember that day vividly, as if it just happened. We had only started dating in the final term of last session, our love still new and full of promise, just like these two beside me now. We were even more inseparable—always eating together, me tagging along to his football practices, and him cheering me on at ballet classes. In fact, he encouraged me to start ballet because he wanted our relationship to be something legendary in high school. My team and I would even perform the opening dance for his football team’s matches. It was incredible. He’d pick me up from class every break, and we’d hang out with his friends at the cafeteria, or if we wanted time alone, we’d sneak off to a junior classroom to be together.
He bought me the most beautiful crystal dress for prom—a knee-length, sleeveless gown paired with silver shoes and matching accessories. I felt like Cinderella in crystals that night. He even sent a hairstylist to do my hair and get my nails done, though I did my makeup myself. It was the only prom I've ever attended, and it was unforgettable. I can still picture how he held me close on the dance floor, as if he never wanted to let me go, never breaking eye contact as we moved to the music. He kept leaning in to whisper how stunning I looked, occasionally planting soft kisses on my neck and lips as the spotlight shone on us, the newly crowned couple. Holding me by the waist, he swayed us gently to the slow music, and I got lost in his eyes that night as he…
"Bring…" My daydream was abruptly interrupted by the loud sound of the bell, snapping me out of my lovely thoughts. I sighed, glancing to my side to see if the lovebirds were still there, but they had already disappeared. My classmates were filing into the room, settling in for the next lesson. I slowly pulled out my tablet from my bag, getting ready for class as well.
*Ting*—my phone chimed with a notification, and I quickly switched it to silent. I wasn’t about to risk detention over this.
"Hey…"
A message popped up on my phone screen.
"Could we talk after school?"
Another message followed. Why would he want to see me after school?
"And how are we all doing today?" Mr. Alonso asked, just as he entered the classroom.
I quickly put my phone away, but my mind was racing, wondering what he could possibly want to discuss.
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