BLUE
In the end, I didn’t have the chance to ask any of them about Bianca. I didn’t even know how to approach the subject without revealing who she was.
“Why am I the one stressed about that girl?” I asked myself while doodling in my notebook instead of taking notes.
I clicked my tongue. “I can’t believe I’m getting so confused over that person. It’s her problem, and she doesn’t even know what she is. It should stay that way, but why am I so curious?” I kept mumbling to myself.
“Ruis. Mr. Ruis… Blue Ruis!” My shoulders jolted as I heard my name. I looked up, and I’m willing to bet it wasn’t the first time he called me.
I quickly stood up. “Sorry, what was it?” There’s no use in pretending I know what’s happening because I really have no idea.”
My teacher heaved a sigh. I could sense
