Have gun, Will travel

Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Jacket posted at 9:23 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 P.E 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 Apollo pullover 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,”

Blushing even harder, I laughed sheepishly, with him, chuckling at the back.

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