As I saw Joe making his way to me, I walked away hurriedly. I am still mortified 'til this day with his behavior the other day. I walked as if I haven't seen him at all. I couldn't help but grew anxious as I think about the things that he could do to me, and the things that I could do to him when I lose my patience.
I kept walking and felt a presence behind me, then felt a weigh on my shoulder -- it was someone's hand. The strength of it made me stop and forcibly face the one who owns it. I saw a six feet tall guy in a man-bun. He was drenched in the rain, he wears a smirk on his face as if he's enjoying his time in the rain.
"Leave me alone Joe. Go to hell!" I said annoyed. I took his hand away from my shoulder and gave him a stern look.
"Woah, relax. Am not here to pick a fight with you." Joe said.
He held my chin up, then leaned closer to me. He's so close that I could feel his breath. His lips an inch away from mine. As my sanity kicked in, I intend to slap him hard, but his reflexes seemed to be faster than mine -- he caught my wrist with his hand before it could even land on his face.
He looked at me straight in the eyes. Though he won't say it, I can see the disbelief in his eyes. Just the sight of his creased brows and crinkled nose gave me an idea of how annoyed he was. If he was thinking that I am just to give in over his manly strength, well he's wrong -- he's obviously messing up with the wrong girl.
I stared back meeting his gaze. The next thing I knew, he grabbed me by the waist and pulled me closer to him. I didn't wait for him to do his next move. In defiance, I lift my right leg and strike him with my knees in between his legs. He loses his grip and curled in pain.
"Just what the fuck was that?!" He said in anger as he breathed heavily.
"I hope that made you think twice before messing up with a girl. Not everyone gets wobbly legs when they see you. Your charms don't work on me." I said with a smirk.
I turned around and left him there groaning in pain in the middle of the street, under the heavy rain.
The next day, I came to school early. I made my way to the library to return some borrowed books. There are still not many people, compared to regular school hours when students start to flock in. After returning the books, I made my way to an aisle to look for interesting books to read. If I am not listening to music, you would always find me reading books -- those are my favorite past times.
As I was checking some books, somebody has caught my attention. On the other side of the aisle, I saw a girl carrying a bunch of books. It looked like she's having a hard time, so I went to her to offer some help.
Just as I was approaching her, I realized that it was one of my classmates, Audrey. Although we're classmates, she's one of those people, I never really talked with. This is the first time that I came to notice her -- her jet black hair draping down to her waist, her tanned skin, her almond eyes, and her plump lips.
She smiled lightly the moment she saw me. Although she has this warmness around her, I suddenly had this strange feeling that made me wanna distant myself from her. For the first time in a few weeks being in the same class with her, this is the only time, that I noticed her.
"Here, let me help you with that." I said casually, as I took the books from her hands.
"Uhm, thanks." She said as she looked down to her feet, trying to avoid eye contact.
She took the lead and I followed her around from one aisle to the next, as she returned each book to its rightful place. We never said anything to each other 'til we finished.
"I'll go first. I still have to finish something up." She told me still trying to avoid eye contact.
"Alright, see you in class." I said bidding her goodbye as we go our separate ways.
I went back to my usual aisle and started checking some books to read. As I was doing so, I felt someone came up behind me.
"Eanne, talk to me. What should I do to make you talk to me?" Andrei pleaded as he got me cornered.
I still cringe every time that incident in the cafeteria plays in my head. I put the book back on the shelf and cross my arms as I rolled my eyes.
"You want to know what you must do to be forgiven?" I asked looking at him straight in the eyes. He just nodded with pleading eyes like a poor puppy caught doing something stupid.
"Leave me alone for a whole week, and don't ever follow me." I said then left him standing there.
He didn't tried to run after me which was good. I headed to our classroom and went on with my usual day. After classes, I went to my favorite spot. I haven't been there for a couple of days. I miss this place. I lied down, played some songs, and took a book out. As I turned the book open, I saw a piece of paper crammed between pages. The handwriting looked familiar.
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I stopped thinking about the spring, the summer, or the fall.
But instead, I fell in love with the winter, for it was the day you came and made summer breezes on a winter's nightfall...
In the wintertime, you grew flowers and made it better than spring.
Like the amber leaves in the fall, I was drifted by the winds to your path -- slowly flowing, without me knowing...
You may think that you were just a quarter of the entire season that I came to love first, but if you could make spring, summer, and fall out of a winter -- then I only need one season, not four.
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I took a piece of paper out from my dream journal. I laid both papers side by side, and I was right, they were the same handwriting as the one I got from a book some days ago. Whoever is writing these pieces have so much feelings to write and to share. If they were all self-written, for whom is he or she writing it for?