MY MOUTH remained at gap as he tell me the whole story about his "sudden appearance." He literally forced me to listen at his story even if it's too out-of-this-world. But…let's get it to the point: it's hard to believe what he's saying even if he had all the proofs he was really my Sam. Like what, I have a point here, aren't I? The one you created on your imagination suddenly appeared out of nowhere in your reality just because of your wish through a shooting star? Isn't a bit…impossible? Not a very truth to life situation? Like as if it's all just a dream? But I don't think this is a dream. I've been pinching myself a few times already this morning but I always let out a silent, "ouch" whenever I pinch it harder through my skin.
But if this is not a dream…is it possible that…
His eyes squinted at me. "You still don't believe me, do you?"
Isn't obvious? I said to myself instead of telling it out loud. "Me? Of course I believe you. Why wouldn't I?" I said as I stood up from bed before folding my blanket.
But come to think of it, if ever he's lying to me the whole time, does that mean the one I'm talking to right now is Qen? Like, right?!
"Obviously, you aren't. Your face tells the otherwise while telling me you do believe I'm Sam."
I snapped. "Fine! What's it up to you if I don't believe that—!" Suddenly, he smashed me against the wall. It hurts but when his smiled formed into a smirk, I completely lost it.
"Then I will make you believe that I'm Sam."
My eyes literally balled. The inch between our faces slowly fades as my heart began to fasten.
What does he think he is doing?!
"Now, Laura," It wasn't as husky as those male leads I always read on Novels but his voice sent chills through my spine. "If there comes a time you and Qen would be like this, do you think Qen will do… this?"
His face slowly leaned to me as my heart began to pound loudly. My system was in chaos. Why is he doing this, anyway?! He's making my body hypnotized!
And then it happened. My eyes closed unconsciously as I wait for his lips to land mine. But seconds passed when nothing happened. I opened my eyes and my face flushed when I saw him smirking.
Okay he got me there but still!
"Get off me." my face in heat as I push him away from me. "I said get off!" I snapped when he didn't rven flinch a little.
"Are you mad?" he instead asked.
"What is it to you if I'm mad?" I hissed. "Just get off me!"
He chuckled. "Okay, I didn't meant to upset you but I won't kiss you not until you realize I'm Sam. Not Qen."
I groaned. "You know what, I'm getting pissed!" I slammed my fists unto his chest. "You kept on telling me you're Sam when in the first place he can't be here because he only exists in my imagination!"
His brow raised. "You wished me from a shooting star then now you're starting to deny that I actually came out of your imagination," he said, looking ridiculously at me. "What in the world, Laura? Are you really that into Qen?"
I took a deep breath. "Yes, I wished but, hello? I just wished an impossible wish from a shooting star! It would be really weird if it would come true!"
He bowed down. "So, you still don't believe that I'm Sam."
"Yes, I still don't believe you're Sam." I admitted. There's no point of lying. "What is to you if that's the case? You'll get mad? Go get mad, then! As if I care about that anger of yours!"
"Of course, you will only care about me if I'm Qen."
"Oh, so you are Qen?" My hope lit up. If he's Qen, then—
"Oh, so you believed me that instant?"
My mouth dropped. Immediately averting my gaze. "I didn't tell s-such thing like that—"
He grunted. "Come on, Laura. You really think Qen would care about you that instant just because he came at your room?" He scoffed. "Didn't you just recently got the news of Qen getting into a relationship? What now? They broke up that quickly? He instantly liked you back?"
I didn't spoke. I ran out of words to tell. My mouth kept on opening and closing. He's right. I had this gut telling me he's Qen but…
When he noticed my speechlessness, he got off his presence in my front before speaking: "Remember this, Laura: I am not Qen. I am Sam. The Sam you made in your imagination, the Sam you got to talk to when your in pain with that guy, the Sam you made an existence in your life even if I wasn't here in your reality."
"What—"
"And if ever you still don't believe me, here's what you need to know: he doesn't like you or either planning to like you. Because in the first place, when did he ever think of liking you?"
"FASTER, Laura. I'm getting bored here," said by someone behind me. I already finished taking a bath and I'm now on my assignment that I didn't got a chance to answer yesterday.
"Are you still not finished?" I turned myself to Sam. He's leaning through the door and intently looking at me. Feeling uncomfortable, I averted my gaze at his uniform. He's now wearing my older brother's clothes because he wants to come to school with me. I didn't know why he suddenly came up with that. He only said he'll be bored here without me. He also told me he wants to see Qen in order for him to weigh who's more handsome between the two of them. Despite his ridiculous reason, I still agreed. What should I do? He's too persistent to convince me so I have no choice but to agree!
"Wait I'm still working on with my assignment."
"Can I see?" he asked before grabbing my notebook without my permission. I quickly made myself reach for my notebook but being as tall as he is, I didn't made it.
"Sam, give me that! I'm still not finished, you know!" But he looks deaf as I try to reach for my notebook.
I'm really not used on calling him Sam but I'm forcing myself to. I don't know why. Maybe because of our last conversation earlier…? He just real talked me! Who would be not convinced by that?
But knowing the impossible-ness, how did it come true? How did he came out of my imagination just because of my wish? Just because…from a shooting star?
I came back to my senses when Sam slightly bumped into me. He walked through my study table. I got confused at first but when he held my pen, I panicked.
"Hey, what do you think you're doing?" He just shrugged. "What do you mean by your shrug? Just answer me!"
"Imagine I can make your assignment," he said instead.
"What?"
He glanced at me. "I'm a product of your imagination, right? Might as well imagine that I can answer this one. It might be effective."
"And how sure are you with that? How would it happen—"
"You don't want to get late, yeah? Then, stop talking and start doing what I have said. You talk too much."
My jaw dropped at that. He's too grumpy!
Yes, I already know his grumpiness towards me sometimes but not this way around to the point he looks like a grumpy old man! It annoys the out of me. It felt like I did something bad to him.
I was about to say something when I noticed he got a point. I don't want to get late. "Fine…" Mr. Grumpy. I continued in my mind.
Complying from what he said, I imagined him doing my assignment. It was seconds before I heard his tone. "Done."
I opened my eyes as shock pierced through me. I saw Sam, holding my notebook. It's that effective?
I checked his answers. And I'm shocked to know the answers are accurate enough!
Well, what in the miracle is this?
Overwhelmed, I hugged Sam. I felt his breathing stop but it didn't made me stop from hugging him tightly. "Thank you, Sam! Thank you very, very much!"
"Don't thank me too much. Thank your imagination."
"Still, I won't be able to do it without your help." I didn't heard his reply but I felt he is hugging me back. We remained in that position for minutes but a feeling struck through me.
I find it too odd knowing that his warmth gave me comfort. I surely felt this kind of homely hug before. But when was it, though?
I was cut off by my own thoughts when someone flickered my forehead. I flinched as I look at Sam.
"Ouch!"
"If you're just not disoriented enough, your forehead shouldn't be hurting right now," he said, rolling his eyes. I'm close of thinking he's gay for rolling his eyes. "We better get going. You don't want to get late, right?"
"What do you mean by "we"? You're not even a student, you know!" He flickered my forehead. Again. Ugh, this Sam!
"Then make me one," he said befire dragging me to the door.
"ANYWAY, I just figured. Didn't you told me you came from my imagination? Does it mean you always see anything I imagine?" I asked Sam as we munch our foods. It's actually our recess time that's why we're here at the wide space of our school—where no one is always here. I also made him stay here for his sake. Luckily enough, he agreed to me.
"Everything, you mean?" I nodded.
"Well, yes. I'm actually having a good time watching those especially it's like on 3D mode. Like as if I'm into a movie theater. And yeah, that was what I'm doing when I want to kill my time."
"Oh, you do…" My eyes widened when I realized all the things I imagined. "What?! You watched it all? Like, all?"
His forehead creased. "Yeah. Any problem with that?"
"Well—uh… it just means… if you really watched that all it means you also…"
My cheeks flushed as I think how could I say it. I immediately averted my gaze at him. So he… watched it?
Geez, it's embarrassing!
I saw him in my peripheral vision having a knot in his brows. Seconds later, I heard his laugh. I think I don't need to ask why.
And I think I want to punch him in the face.
"What's with the fed up face? Well, my answer is yes if what I'm thinking is what you're actually thinking right exactly now," he said before holding his stomach again.
I harshly smashed my hands unto his shoulder. "You're so annoying!"
"What? What did I do wrong? I just said what you're actually thinking right now."
"Just shut up!"
"But what's wrong about letting myself know you're thinking about Qen's abs—"
"I swear I'll punch you in the face if you'll continue that!"
"—when in the first place mine is more built."
My forehead knotted at him. "As far as I can remember, I didn't give you abs."
"Is that so? Then what do you call this one?" He suddenly unbuttoned his uniform making my eyes widen in surprise.
Don't tell me he's going to—
When he's about to show his stomach, I immediately covered my eyes.
I don't want to see anything that will make my mind corrupted!
I earned a laugh at him when he saw my reaction. Out of annoyance, I said something that made him stop.
"You're laughing like as if you're not jealous." The playfulness in his eyes vanished and replaced by seriousness. Like really, I suddenly want to claim he has a mental health problem.
"I'm not jealous."
I faced him with a mocking face. "Oh, yeah?"
He plainly looked at me. "I'm not forcing you to believe me."
I pouted. "How could I believe you when your face says the otherwise?!"
"My face says 'I'm handsome'. Not 'I'm jealous'."
Augh. He's such an annoying grumpy boaster!
"Just answer my question seriously!" tI heard him let out a sigh.
"No, I am really not jealous. And why would I get jealous, anyway? Did you ever imagined before you're making out with him?"
My jaw dropped. "Sam!"
"What? Don't look at me like that. As crazy as you are for him before, it's not possible for you to think things like that."
"Of c-course I won't think things like that! Do you think I would still think about that despite the fact he's hurting me all this time?" His face became more serious. I also saw his jaw clenched. Now, what? Am I now wrong of choosing the right words?
But he didn't reply after that. Long silence filled the both of us. No one dared to talk. I felt awkward and at the same time… anxious. Did I say something wrong?
When I can't take the silence anymore, I stood up. He followed my actions after. I took a glance at my watch. There's still remaining 15 minutes before the Recess would end. "I'm gonna go to the comfort room."
"I'll go with you." My brows raised at him. "What? I want to pee, too."
I sighed. "Fine."
I LOST COUNT on how many students greeted the man beside me—that they all thought was Qen. I would really thought Qen has a bunch of friends but then I suddenly remembered he's an SSG Officer. It's not surprising to know that most of the students here knows Qen.
But I wonder how Qen greets them back? The man beside me greets them with a raised eyebrow and grumpy attitude. A lot got confused. And some got scared. I want to stop from what he is doing through a glare but it didn't affect him a little.
But even so, I really want to pee now!
For us to be not greeted by some students, I dragged him to the Comfort Room. Left him in the Boys Comfort Room while I fasten my pace because I really need to pee.
With a success in my face after I finished myself, I got off the CR. Sam was the one I saw first after getting out. I immediately joined him.
But in the middle of our walk, we came across with the co-SSG Officers of Qen. Maybe someone would thought I saw millions of ghosts just because of my paleness but the truth is, I don't know how would I escape them!
The Supreme Student Government—or for short SSG—is like the Government with positions but being ruled by students in school.
And just like the Government, they were something you need to follow but not as a citizen—but as a student.
And 'they' weren't the ones you want to mess about.
"Qen, bro!" greeted by the SSG Vice President making my thoughts clear. He quickly noticed me and look at me from my head to toe. I suddenly became unconscious with myself so I discreetly hugged myself. "Who's that?" But of course, instead of answering, Sam being Sam, he raised an eyebrow at him.
He was about to go when someone put an arm across my shoulder.
"What a pretty lady you are, huh? May I know your name, Miss?" I opened my mouth, readying my voice when someone get me off with the boy. It was Sam. Is it just me or I really saw dark aura all over him? I don't know, it just felt like that. Nevertheless, I felt a sudden shiver travelled through my spine. He's too scary at this time, I would admit that.
"Let go," he said with a blank face.
The boy—whom I supposed the Peace Officer—quickly noticed it and jerked an eyebrow upwards. "What do you mean, Mr. President? Didn't you already have your Apple? If so, then I'll be having this beautiful girl beside me." It's actually creeping me out when he says the word "beautiful." Some dared to tell me that but it wasn't as fluttering as this boy tells me.
"Just let go." I'm actually quite panicking now when I felt the tension between them. I was about to imagine when he quickly stopped me. "No. Don't imagine. I can handle this."
"But—"
"Just no." He looked at the boy again with piercing eyes. "You know, if you won't stop on what you are doing right now, I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself."
"What is your problem, Qen? You already had your Apple, right? Or don't tell me you want to have a throuple?"
I need to stop Sam! I don't care if he got mad at me. I just don't want to make things more complicated!
I was about to control him when The Vice President interfered. "Stop, Carl. If Qen doesn't want you to have him the girl, then he don't. Who knows if she's his cousin and protecting her from someone as weird as you."
Paolo—the Vice President—really a life saver! Now, what I need is to escape—
"And you, Qen… I don't know if you have any problems right now but we need to have a meeting about the Contest. Sir Nicholas wants us to talk to him ASAP. So… can we go?"
Oh, no… Sam couldn't be there especially it was Qen who needs to go there! I should go probably tell the truth!
"Paolo, he—he wasn't actually Qen—"
"Actually, I'm not the Qen you're talking about." I turned my head at him.
"What?" they said in unison.
"I bet the one you're talking about is the one over there," he said before pointing at someone. I thought he was joking for us to escape here when suddenly I saw him. My heart began to pound rapidly as I clearly see his figure. Like as if it has the same effects. Same feelings whenever I get the chance to see him suddenly.
Qen…