Secret Crush.

Chapter 3.

The bell rang indicating the end of our first class along with the immense torture...

The professor left mumbling something about how dumb our batch of this year is making all of us laugh. The next class which happened to be English was lots of fun as Steve was still there with me. And after further discovery we found that we have all the same subject class except music as his was bio chemistry.

The rest of the day went into a blur until the last class came which happened to be PE and of course one of the most difficult one of the class that I don't want to go through as I have zero knowledge and zero luck when it comes to the field of physical exercises.

It's one of those class that I would gladly sir out. Why ? Because I suck horribly at it.

But do I have a choice.... ?

Absolutely not....

I don't know why we still have to go through P E ii n high school. And to top it off.... it is mandatory to graduate . I mean what role does it even play in your daily life, when all you have to do is go to the office for nine to five and work your asses off.

Jesus... I just wanna go home and sleep.

When I reached the ground , I saw Steve playing football with a lot of unknown faces. I think he was earlier because the last class we had was different as his was bio chem and mine music.

The music class which consisted of not more than twenty students in total , got a little set back as the teacher Mrs Smith was giving me some musical introduction.

So we all nineteen students , as one of the student was absent changed in our PE uniforms and arrived as soon as possible to the field.

The PE teacher, Mr Park gave us all a disapproving look for coming late yet again. He was a tall Chinese - American man from what i have heard. He is in his mid - forties, with black hair and lots of muscles. Being a mixed race he was somewhat famous around the school.

I too am a mixed race. My grandmother from my father's side is a Korean women who fell in love with grand father who is from America.

As the Korean gene was prominent, My father inherited it and so did I , as you can already see in my looks.

I have really pale skin , with raven black hair which I inherited from my grandmother. The only thing I got from my mother is her eye colour, that is a really deep shade of grey colour. Aside from that I've also got her height as my father is a fairly tall man but here I am , standing out at only 185 cm tall... and that is basically short, hah .....

When all of us gathered in front of the field to watch the game , the coach screamed in front of all of us to run two laps around the football field as a punishment for coming late.

Like seriously...

We all cursed under our breath before we started our run around the field , half watching the game and half focusing on the job at hand. Which happened to be avoiding tripping and humiliating ourselves.

When Steve noticed me he waved. I stood there awkwardly waving back at him.

"Hey , wanna come and join us?"

He shouted towards me grabbing everyone's attention from the football team .

"Some other time . "I replied .

"I just want to watch you guys play today ." I replied awkwardly again .

I mean what the hell is the problem with me . As I sat there watching them play , I noticed how good Steve looked with those wavy Ash blond hair , blue eyes and all those six pack and biceps , a body worth drooling . I wonder what he would think of me when he knows that I am admiring his body . I bet he would think of me as a perv .... I laughed invardly.

I mocked myself for having this clumsy body as I can't even run for a mile without tripping over something that don't even exist .

As I was floating in the river of my imagination , the game already finished and Steve trotted towards me with that signature smirk of his.

When he was much nearer he asked...

" How was it , the game.... Did you enjoyed it.... ? "

That made me smile .. And no.. I am not crushing on him , on my first day of school if that's what you are thinking..

A big No... not at all.....

" You were good " I replied simply.

" Hah... you are kidding. You are just saying this because You have not seen Lucas playing yet , or your opinion would have been otherwise. " He replied nonchalantly.

And that name again. According to my classmates in the music class , he is the best singer and guitarist in the entire school. I even heard that name in couple of my other subject classes through teacher and through some really annoying girls as well.

Who is he anyway.....?

" Huh... " Steve asked...

" Who is who ...? "

I didn't knew , I voiced my thoughts out loud . I mentally palmed my face.

" The boy Lucas ..... the one you are talking about " I said.

" Lucas ? " He asked with a question mark on his face.

" Yeah that one ..." I replied.

" He's the golden boy of the school" He said laughing.

" Is he a senior ". I asked again. Okay I can't help it. My curiosity got the best of me. To that he started laughing loudly making me confused as hell.

" Why are you laughing? " I said a bit irritated. What !!! I just want to know a bit . What is it even there to laugh about.

" Oh my god... you're cute ..."

He replied making me even more irritated and heating my cheeks up at the same time. Cute... Who the hell is cute. I'm not some girl.

" Who are you saying is cute huh...? I'm handsome okay..."

I replied, now more irritated at him.

To that he raised his hands in surrender.

" Okay, okay ... you're not cute... You're handsome. You can even make the girls swoon over your handsomeness " He said laughing. Yet again...

" And to your question earlier, No... He is not a senior. He is also a freshman just like the two of us..."

Wow, that made me think how can someone become so popular just in a span of one week , because I am just one week late .

After that exhuasting trauma of running a whole two mile , I just wanted to shower and go to bed . So I headed towards the changing room because I can not tolerate this sweaty self of mine .

As I went inside the changing room , I was mesmerized to find a whole lot of muscular bodies . Don't get me wrong , I am just admiring their bodies ...

I mean why can't I enjoy a feast that is served in a platter in front of me, right ....