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Concentrate posted at 8:12 AM Frowning at scrolling words at the top of my phone screen, I sighed. He couldn't make it, again. This guy seriously had too many commitments. Too many for his own good. Taking out all the books I had brought along with me today, I let out yet another sigh, silently lamenting over how much there was to be done, but yet, so little time for us to accomplish what we've set out to do. Or rather, have been forced to do. With a swipe of my thumb, I unlocked the phone screen and my thumb clicked on the 'Music' application, scrolling further down, I found the playlist I had prepared for today. 'BT1' Creative, I know. I picked up my pen and let my gaze run across all the unfamiliar chemical symbols on the page that was ruined with my incessant highlighting. Third sigh. I knew I should have paid attention during lectures. Time ticked by slowly and two hours later, I ventured into my (almost untouched) revision package. I can do this. Part (a) - my pen literally danced across the paper Part (b) - I think my pen probably just fell a few times right there Part (c) - my pen died Shaking my pen in annoyance, I stared at my workings, searching for a careless mistake I knew I was bound to have SOMEWHERE. I bit the cap of my pen, not like it'll help, but there was no one else I could vent my anger on. "Where's that bloody careless mistake?" I whispered under my breathe, when my head was tilted to one side with force by someone's finger. That thin piece of thread I had been hanging onto snapped. Which imbecile was that? "You're supposed to square root the Ksp value, idiot." His familiar voice travelled into my ears and my heart skipped a beat before my pulse started to vibrate in my ears, and my heartbeat irregular like the flapping of hummingbird wings. "Why are you here?" "Well, am I forbidden to go to where my heart takes me to?" I blushed a million shades of red before returning to staring at my partially illegible handwriting to avoid his intent gaze. Well... maybe just another peek. I lifted my head a little to find him already seated opposite me. "Let's get down to business, shall we?" Lean On Me posted at 7:43 AM She wriggled her toes around and tapped her heels lightly on the ground, hoping that it would make the 2 inch tall heels slightly more bearable, but since when were heels ever tolerable. Before two days ago, she'd never thought that she would ever wear heels out on a casual outing. However, today, it was different. Today's casual outing was what society termed as a 'date' and boy, she was as nervous as hell. What she wore today wasn't exactly her usual style either. On a normal day out with her friends, she would just randomly put on a hoodie and a pair of shorts, but for today, she had a SKIRT on. Now, girls out there might think. What's wrong with skirts? Oh, you girls don't know. How disgustingly short these pieces of fabric can get, how a gust of wind might accidentally make a guy's day and how inconvenient it is to move around with it flapping up and down with every step you take. She pressed the home button on her phone (a little too hard) and the screen lit up, with the numbers 15:24 on it. 6 more minutes. They had agreed to meet at the top up machine in the MRT station at 15:30, but because she was afraid she would keep him waiting (which she didn't), she turned up at 15:00 anyway. Tugging at the hem of her skirt, she started to wonder how it was possible to wear a skirt on every single date. Maybe, dating wasn't really her thing after all. She stared down at the pair of unfamiliar shoes (she had borrowed them from her friend) and started to wriggle her toes around in them again. The tip of the show was narrow, and it squeezed her toes together so tight, she felt like kicking them off after wearing them for a mere 1 1/2 hours. How do those girls wear them for an entire day straight? Don't they know it's bad for their spine? Soon, she saw a figure appearing right in front of her. Snapping her head upwards, she was greeted with his dazzling yet awkward smile. "Sorry, I didn't know you would be earlier than me," he said sheepishly. "I'm the one who's too early," She swore internally that her face wasn't just a thousand shades of red right now. "Let's go, shall we?" "Yeah, okay!" For some reason, the MRT station was weirdly crowded at this time. They walked down the long stretch of entrances slowly, trying to keep a look out for the shortest queue. Just then, she felt his hand edge towards hers ever so slightly till his fingertips brushed against hers. As though on reflex, she drew her hand back slightly and balled it up into a loose fist. His fingertips brushed lightly against her knuckles again. She hesitated for a minute or so, but unfurled her fingers to let his fingers intertwine around hers till both of them could feel the heat of each other's palms pressing against each other. Slowly, she could feel heat spreading across her cheeks and the ends of her lips threatening to curl upwards into a smile. Looking up at him (he was at least a head and a half taller than her), she didn't know that he been looking at her all this while. Turning her head quickly in embarrassment, she heard a light chuckle escaping from his mouth. They reached the end of the line of entrances where the queues were the shortest and joined in quickly. The MRT arrived quickly and Singaporeans, being Singaporeans rushed in like a swarm of bees and they only barely managed to get in. Her position was an awkward one, she was so close to the doors, they might have actually cut her stomach into half if she didn't move in that bit more. And the worst thing about this position was that, she had no support. The MRT started moving. She placed her free hand on the train doors to keep her balance, but it was difficult to do so. "Are you okay?" he bent down and whispered by her ear. "Yup!" But truth be told... no. The train ride went on pretty smoothly, so she started to relax her frame and placed her hand by her side again, preparing to only balance herself when the train jerked to a stop at the next station. Suddenly, to her utter horror, the train jerked quite badly. Stunned, she couldn't respond quite in time to it, worse still, she was wearing those darn heels. Just when she thought she was about to fall backwards, her backward falling action was put to a halt. Two strong arms wrapped around her waist and pushed her back up so that she regained her support. Her eyes widened and instead of turning her head around to look at him, she stared down at the pair of disgusting shoes like she did before. "It's all your fault," she screamt in her mind to her shoes, her inner mind theatre depicting a scene of her smashing those shoes into pieces after she had gone home. The train slowed down as it approached the next station and jerked as it came to a complete stop. The arms that wrapped round her waist tightened slightly to prevent her from falling once again. Her face flushed a million times redder than it was before. Leaning in to whisper in her ear once again, he said, "Lean on me from now on, whatever may come." Cinderella posted at 4:50 AM Setting: Prom
He leaned in slightly. She held her breath, with no idea what was going to happen next. This was a dream come true, she could have swore the her a few months back would have never pictured herself in a scene like this.
"Let's take a stroll outside after this, " he whispered in her ear. And then he drew back, grabbed her hand and led her towards the center of the ballroom.
Her heart palpitated rapidly, adrenaline still pumping through her veins after what just happened. Silently, she admitted she had expected something more than that to happen.
And for the rest of the evening, they danced, ate and drank (juice) till the clock struck eleven.
All the seniors streamed out of the ballroom slowly, but they were already outside of the hotel, walking along the narrow path that cut through the garden outside the building.
They strolled along slowly, her relatively small hand in his large ones. The breeze that blew at night was cold, but it didn't matter as she could feel the warmth from his palms spread across her entire body, melting her heart.
Her ankles had started to hurt from all that walking and dancing in heels. Taking smaller steps, she tried her best to keep up with his pace. Perhaps he had noticed, perhaps he had not.
They soon arrived at a bench in the middle of the garden. He sat down and patted on the empty space beside him, signalling her to sit down as well. She sat down, rather uncomfortable with the little space between him and her right now. She wasn't uncomfortable because it was awkward, but rather, her heart had started to beat quickly once again. Taking in deep breaths, she forced herself to calm down, to no avail.
Suddenly, from the corner of her eye (since she had been staring down the entire time), she saw him untie the shoelaces of his shoe. Question marks appeared above her head as she wondered what he was going to do. He removed them thereafter and to her utter surprise, placed the pair of shoes in front of her.
"Your feet must hurt, wear them,"
She looked up, only to be greeted by his dazzling smile. The garden lights weren't exactly bright and the light cast upon his face accentuated his facial features perfectly. She looked down at the pair of shoes and back at him.
Just then, his digital watch beeped. The clock had struck twelve.
He jerked his head in the direction of the shoes, urging her to wear them. Reluctantly, she took off her heels, and slid her feet into his shoes which were obviously a few sizes bigger than her feet size. Standing up, she tried walking around in it, only to find the shoes slipping with every step she took. As she continued to walk, she heard a muffled giggle. Turning her head around swiftly, she saw him covering his mouth, trying his best not to laugh at the cute scene unfolding in front of him. A formal dress with men's court shoes - not something you would see everyday.
She pouted a little, knowing that something along this line would happen. Walking back to the bench slowly, she sat down beside him once again, this time, staring at the pair of shoes she was wearing.
"C'mon, let's head back,"
He stood up, offering his hand to her. She held onto it almost immediately.
It was a sight to behold. Him in his socks, and her, looking utterly awkward in his shoes, walking along the road back home, lit by nothing but the silver moonlight.
- The End-
Sick posted at 9:18 AM
I cleared my throat for the thousandth time today. The aircon blew strong in the lecture theatre and it was getting harder to concentrate on the mundane Chemistry lecture. My temperature was rising and my windpipe felt like it was constricting tighter and tighter with every single minute that passed. I was sick, and dumb for trying to come to school in this horrible state of mine. Another series of coughs followed and I silently cursed myself as the students seated at the row in front of me turned around. Uttering a soft 'sorry', I looked down at my lecture book and stared. The 4th digit of the digital clock didn't seem to change and I leaned against the shoulder of my friend who was seated right beside me.
10 minutes passed and even with my jacket on, I had already started shivering 5 minutes ago. My forehead was burning hot and I could really do with some rest. Obviously, the monotonous voice of the lecturer didn't serve it's purpose as a lullaby at this point of time.
Fiddling with the phone in my pocket, I almost jumped out of my seat when it vibrated. On the display screen, his name appeared with the message he sent me scrolling by at the top of the screen.
"Are you okay?" the message read. Aww... That's so sw--. Wait. How did he know that I was... Leaning forward, I looked to the right, where his class sat. He looked up and I looked back at my notes. Our eyes almost met. Butterflies flew affluter in my stomach. Looking up again, this time, our eyes locked. Black stared into black. A fire burned from within and the heat crept up the nape of my neck and spread out across my cheeks. It must have been rather evident as he shot me a smirk before resuming his conversation with his friends.
For a moment there, I had totally forgotten that I was currently running a fever. My phone vibrated again and I unlocked my phone, dropping my highlighter in a moment of frenzy. The students in front turned around again and I gave them a sheepish smile.
"Fancy coming to school with a fever. No idea if you're plain dumb or you're just missing me too much." the message read.
I swore my temperature shot up by a few degree celsius. Was he flirting with me?
Leaning forward again, I gave him a death glare. He raised his eyebrows and smirked once more. But for now, dealing with him wasn't my number one priority. Fever. I was running a fever.
I rested my head upon the table top. Cold. My eyelids grew increasingly heavy and for once, it wasn't due to the lecturer's voice and just when my eyes were about to snap shut, my friend pressed something soft against my head. Lifting my head up with whatever energy I had have left, my eyes caught sight of the familiar jacket that laid by my side. I looked to the right again but he was looking at the screen in front.
My phone vibrated again and unlocking it, the message that he sent read, "Wear it."
Putting the jacket on, it didn't take long before I really fell asleep this time round.
A levels posted at 9:11 AM She bit the end of her pen in frustration. Glancing up at the wall clock mounted at the front of the classroom again, every movement of the second hand added on to the annoyance building up in her heart. Dropping her pen onto the table, she reached for her phone under the table and pressed hard on the home button. No notifications. Letting out a long sigh, from the little glass panels placed between the wooden 'walls' of the classroom, she saw groups of people walk by. Two people, five people, three people. She turned her attention back to her GP tutor seated at the front desk, his eyebrows were knitted together, hands joined in prayer position and his eyes fixed on the screen on his phone. She knew why he was behaving this way. Everyone knew in fact. Today, was the release of the A level results. The GP tutor had given them a mock essay paper to do and time was travelling ridiculously slow. No one in class looked like they had prepared at all, but then again, who gives a damn about a mock paper when there are much more exciting things to anticipate. Her mind, for example, was filled with him and only him. Why hasn't he replied her text messages? Why hasn't he appeared in her line of sight during her break time? It was 2:30PM and the bell rang. Swinging her bag over her shoulders, she trudged out of her classroom after placing her GP essay on the front desk. Fishing out her phone from her pocket, she pressed hard on her home button once again to check for any notifications. None. Letting out the thousandth sigh of the day, she stuffed her phone back into her pocket. Just then, while she was looking up, she saw a familiar figure leaning against the wall outside the classroom, hands in his pocket, with that familiar sling bag hanging from his shoulder. Him. He had already caught sight of her exiting the classroom before she noticed he was there. Giving her one of his rare smiles, he stepped forward and held his arms wide open, signalling her to come in for a hug. Without hesitation, of course she did. He had looked a little different from when she last saw him. His head was now almost bald and his body slightly more built than before. Suddenly, he pulled her away, leaving her confused and puzzled. Did he have bad news to tell her? He dug around in his bad for something and pulled something familiar looking out. An A level certificate. Handing it over to her, she accepted it with shaking hands, not knowing if it was something good or bad that was reflected on it. GP - A, Math - A. Her gaze flew past the other subjects and she did a mental calculation in her head. 7As. She looked up in disbelief as her boyfriend gave her a 'it's-nothing' look. Smacking his shoulder in mischief, she gave him the brightest smile she had ever given in such a long time. ------------------------------------------THE END------------------------------------------------------- Time Check posted at 8:29 AM "I guess this is good-bye," he tugged on my hand, unwilling to let go. Grabbing tightly onto his hand, which were at least twice the size of mine, I knew he wasn't the only one who was reluctant. I was perhaps, even more so reluctant to see him leave. Time check. 8pm. "Y-you, should really get going. It's already 8." I dare not look into his eyes, his dark, soulful eyes that would pull me in so deeply, I wouldn't allow him to go home at night. He didn't live near where I did, and it was only considerate of me to make him go home now. Gradually, he tightened his grip on my hand again and I could feel a warm sensation creep up from the nape of my neck right up to my cheeks. It would probably be pretty obvious that I was blushing a thousand shades of red right now, if not for the darkness that swallowed up the surroundings. Time check. 8:03pm. Well maybe he could stay, just for a while more. I looked up at him, him being at least a head and a half taller than me. He wasn't looking down at me though, however, he was staring right up at the low, waning gibbous moon hovered tenuously in the twilight firmament. A few clouds rolled by, dimming the lunar rays that were cast upon the Earth gently, but they continued waltzing past the night sky, and the moon shone bright once more. For the entire time, our fingers were intertwined together, his grip gentle yet firm. We were pacing back and forth along the path just adjacent to the park, when he finally pulled me to an empty grass patch and made me sit. The grass underneath was dripping wet with evening dew, and the wind blew quite so strongly, but with him beside me, none of that seemed to matter. Time check. 8:05pm. The glistening night sky was rather clear and our fingers were still intertwined together. I cast a side glance at him, who was admiring the stars that shone so brightly in the distance. Looking back at the night sky, I started to wonder how he was exactly like a star to me, so bright, so far. He's everything that I'm not. With his chiseled looks, elevated cheekbones, his brains, his charisma, all that I wanted, but couldn't have. But yet, here he is, right next to me, like a star that shot right out of the solar system, and landed perfectly in my line of sight. Turning my head so that I could get a better view of him, I was embarrassed to find out that he had been watching me intently all this while. His eyes bore into mine, as if he was looking right into my soul. Almost immediately, I turned back, only to be stopped by his hand that found it's way to the other side of my head, turning it back to face him, and only him. It was too much. My face grew hotter as seconds ticked by. It felt so wrong, but so right. His fingers made his way to my face and pushed the hair that had covered almost half of my face away. Then, he rested his hand on the top of my not-so-petite head and started to pat it, the rhythmic pats like a lullaby, slowly forcing me away into dreamland. -------------------------------------------------------- Time check. 11:42pm. I sat right up after looking at the time on my watch. Looking to my right, he was still there, only asleep. My slightly exposed legs have been covered by his jacket, and his hand still on my head. As quiet as I could, I removed the jacket and gently placed it over the angelic sleeping figure. Time check. 11:43pm. Maybe it's time to say goodbye. Standing up, I dusted my skirt and slung my bag over my shoulders before waking him up. Just as I was about to move away, a tug was felt. Looking down, our eyes locked for the millionth time today, his begging me to stay by his side for a little while more. Time check. 11:45pm. I sighed. "But it's late," I tried to sound firm, to no avail. "Nothing's ever too late, with you around," ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ The end. Disclaimer: If the characters in the story are uncannily alike to anyone in real life, please do not overthink it. Hope you have enjoyed the story and none of this actually happened. Jacket posted at 8:28 AM
I had slept at 2:00AM the previous night, trying to complete the very last tutorial of Permutations and Combinations. Guess when seniors said P&C wasn't going to be easy, they really meant it. Propping my head up with the support of my elbow, it didn't take long before I wandered off to dream land.
Something tugged on my shoulder. Unwilling to part with my beauty sleep, I whined a little and pushed the hand which was disturbing me constantly away. This time, he shook me harder. I didn't even need to think to know who the annoying person was.
"The bell hasn't rung..."
"It's Math next lesson." He whispered in my ear.
I lifted my head up immediately. Dear math tutor wasn't someone we should mess with.
Detaching myself from the comfortable chair grudgingly, we headed out of the air-conditioned classroom after he passed me my bag. There was an awkward silence between both of us as fatigue continued to take over me like a parasite.
“You okay? You seem a little out of place,” he asked out of concern. I merely nodded my head and stifled a yawn.
From the corner of my eye, I took a side glance at him. He was at least one and a half heads taller than I was, yet instead of feeling intimidated, I felt a sense of protection overwhelm me. With him, anything seemed possible, even if it was to complete the P&C math tutorial.
We neared the classroom and realised none of our classmates were there yet. Checking my watch, there was still a good 5 minutes before the bell was going to ring. The curtains of the classroom were drawn and the lights were switched off, so it probably meant that the students using the classroom before us had an early dismissal. Lucky people.
Twisting the door handle and kicking the door open slightly, what greeted me wasn’t something that every girl would be thrilled to see.
Boys, changing for their Physical Education lesson.
Yet, for some reason, I stood rooted to the ground, hand still stuck on the door handle, staring straight at the boys who were in the midst of changing. They stared right back, clearly amused.
And suddenly, before I could even scream, everything around me turned pitch black. And I felt another hand forcing mine to loosen the grip on the door handle. And a few seconds later, and I heard the door shut close.
My back was stuck fast against his chest, as he had pulled me back when I was in shock. His chest heaved up and down, and my heart beat increased rapidly along with it.
He removed whatever he used to cover my eyes and the bright light temporarily blinded me. Turning around, I saw his jacket slung across his shoulders and his gentle yet sharp gaze directed towards the clear blue sky.
I breathed in deeply, to keep the adrenaline rushing through my blood vessels in check. Just then, I saw my classmates turn the corner.
God, I hope my cheeks aren’t red.
“Why are your cheeks so red?” someone directed the most dreaded question of the day towards me. I saw my classmates sneak a peek at the person standing behind me, and then they looked back at me, with smirks on every single one of their faces.
“Isn’t it hot today? It’s gotta be Apollo in the atmosphere,”
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