I walked along the empty corridor and went to the vending machine located at the end of the hall and where the stairs was located.
Fitting my right hand inside my wine coloured, school hoodie, I fiddle for a coin I brought with me before standing in front of one of the vending machine. It was so convenient to try different outfits that one was comfortable with, when the school offers other type of uniforms for students. They offers a hoodies, a sweater, uniform with a vest and shirts that can be used by the students as an alternative with the official uniform. And today, I chose to wear the wine coloured hoodie paired with the school's above the knee skirt for girls.
Lucky enough, the school doesn't restrict the students with their outfits as long as it was in accordance with the school policy. One student should only wear the outfits that has a logo of the school and should only wear the outfits according to the school levels' color coding. Senior high students should follow the wine color coding of the uniforms, while Junior high students should wear a navy blue color coding for their uniforms. Honestly, it was really convenient.
So as for me, I am in my wine coloured hoodie.
I looked at each side of the hallway to check if I am alone. Some windows of by the hallway were opened, which made the white voile curtains, hanged on the curtain rod, dances as the wind passes by the slightly opened window doors. It looks so peaceful especially when there's no other people standing by the long and silent corridors. There's no students on the hallway and I only had the chance to step out of our classroom because Mr. Richter, our French teacher, was absent. He only gave us an activity and I just finished it before thinking of going out to get some snacks for myself.
It was also a good thing there's still a time before the break and the classes are still ongoing. There are no students that could be found in the corridor, hanging around and talking, or I might have suffered from getting attentions again. Although, it was fortunate that they will ignore me like an ordinary student in the future, I still found it uncomfortable and unfortunate in the present because I have to endure it until they get used with my presence.
Hah~a transfer student's life really sucks.
The sound of the coin dropping inside the machine break the silence in the hallway. I pressed the button aiming for a bag of tomato chips and watched it fall into the hole. Taking it with me, I reached for the other vending machine that serves for beverages. It really doesn't matter to me if I'm alone or not in this place, because my full focus was entirely at the vending machine.
"Should I go for a cola?" I murmured, asking myself while playing the bag of tomato chips on my other hand while the other held the coin in front of my chin and pouting my lips.
"Then, I'll have a can a coffee instead." Smiling, I spoke again but before I could even placed the coin on the coin slot, I heard a voice behind me.
"But cola tastes better than a cold coffee."
I turned around and saw a silver haired guy, grinning at me. Blinking twice as I look at him, he laughed, bringing his other hand above his slanted lips then cover it. His eyes turns into a pretty crescent line, completely disappearing into a thin line. His jawlines moved as he opened his mouth and speak again. "So, you're the new kid." He said with a smile, slipping back his hand in his school pant's pocket on the side.
"Do you need something?" I asked him ignoring his pretty smile and watch him purse his pinkish lips. I forgot what to say next and struggled to look away from his good-looking face. Although I have a mental state of a 28 years old lady, I still know how to appreciate beautiful people. Besides, it's human nature to appreciate beauty.
Right.
'He's handsome but he's a high school student. So, snap out of it Penelope. You have a soul of a twenty-eight years old lady inside a sixteen years old girl.' I thought flashing a smile on my lips, waiting for his answer.
"Well, I just wanted to see you." He answered back without letting go of his smile. He stepped forward, closing some distance between us. I unconsciously took one step back and saw him furrowed his brows after seeing my reaction. He let out a sigh and said, "I wanted to meet you in the person. The so-called purple haired goddess of our campus. The new kid." He shook his head as if he's talking about something unbelievable.
But upon hearing his last words, it felt like I've heard something that I am unaware of. 'The new kid?' But what did he said before that?
"P-Purple eyed, what?" I asked him back with my wide-eyed gaze. What the hell is he talking about? And why am I a sone sort of a goddess or whatever it is, that I don't know and I'm not awar of?
His lips turned into a lopsided smile. Bringing his hand and comb his hair backwards, he clicked his tongue as he shook his head once again. It doesn't seemed like he's saying nonsense with that look on his face, as if asking me if I'm seriously unheard of a rumors about me in our campus. "Just, forget it. It seems like you don't know anything so, I won't talk anymore." He laughed.
"That nickname sounds ridiculous to even think about it." I answered with a frown, before turning my back on him. "And, coffee is a lot better than cola." I added, dropping the coin in the slot and pressed the button to have the can of coffee I've been wanting to have earlier. Now that I felt like I've been stressed out without knowing why, I suddenly thirst for a cold can of coffee for a change.
I thought it was only my imagination that I was irritated but when I thought about it again, I felt bothered by his presence. I mean, there's something inside my head that was unconsciously telling me to stay away from him, as if he was a death flag that I should stay away from, like the first male lead of the novel. Losing my focus on the coffee that I am holding, I chewed on my lower lips, twitching my lips as I pouted. Suddenly remembering about my situation in this world really annoyed me.
It's so unfair.
Facing the guy once more, whose name was I am unaware of, I spoke tilting my head to one side. "Excuse me sir, at least, before saying anything, introduce yourself first. Don't say, 'I wanted to see you', as if we're close or have known each other before. You see, it's rude to the other party." And I don't care if you're really handsome.
And it's true that its a bit rude on my part especially when a stranger suddenly pops out of nowhere, talks to you and told you that they wanted to see you, when you didn't even know each other. What's the use of the teachings our parent's told us when we were young, "don't talk to strangers", when we still entertain someone we don't know? It's fine when asking questions, but still, at least say "hello" or "excuse me" before talking.
Tsk. Kids nowadays.
Thinking about handsome kids, my boyfriend in my past life was also handsome and that rude kid from the other day was handsome too. And this kid who suddenly appeared out of nowhere was also handsome.
Handsome men are all around me but most of them are rude. Except for Daryl, my boyfriend in past.
And speaking of my Daryl, I wonder what he's doing right now?
Did he cried when he heard of my death? I mean, I'm not asking for him to be lonely but at least, I think it's fine to think that someone was sad about my death. Someone felt that I was once a part of their lives and memoriee. Someone felt that Ayla Navarez existed, once in their life. And on the other hand, I hope Daryl is fine and would be able to start a new life after knowing that I'm gone.
My thoughts went messy that I forgot to swallow my sigh and let it escape, out of my lips. I chewed on my lower lip and silently open the can of coffee that I am holding. But because I had a bag of chips on my other hand, my eyes went alternately at the chips and the can. So, how am I supposed to open the can?
I was about to put my bag of chips on the window sill, when a hand suddenly enter my view of sight.
I looked up to see the same guy with silver hair reaching his hand to me. He smiled at me and said, "Let me help you." I didn't reply and look down at my snacks, filling both of my hands. I didn't know that I would struggle like this just because of some snacks, when in the past, I didn't have any problem when doing this.
I think I've become pathetic after coming here.
I didn't say anything and passed him the can of cold coffee I was holding. Pouting my lips as I watch him open the can, my eyes swept down to my own hands and look at it.
"Small." I murmured before swallowing a sigh.
I heard a deep voice with a low laugh in front, forgetting that the silver haired guy was still standing in front of me. He reach out his hand with a can of coffee, towards me. "What's wrong with having a small hands? Besides, it looks cute." He said grinning from ear to ear. "Sorry if I offended you earlier. My name is Killian, by the way." He added, introducing his name as I look back at him.
A wind from the outside, blows passed through the slightly opened window near us. Along with the breeze, his silver hair moved like a wheat field in the sunny morning. I blink my eyes, as if I am seeing a scene in the movie that suddenly shows a slow motion effects of the surroundings. But where did I heard that name again?
And what the hell is this movie-like effects? I'm not hallucinating, right?
"It's Killian Asterion Herberts."
Oh God~
Swallowing a sneer, I thought that his name answered my confusion as to why there were suddenly an effects that appeared behind him, as if emphasizing his existence.
Forcing a smile and stopping myself from hissing a curse after learning who he was, I faced him and answered, "I'm Rumi Penelope Lee."
I really, didn't expect to meet the "second male lead" like this.
Damn~