Damn.
Damn.
Damn. ARGGGHHHH!!!
Just two days my fate was on the brink. Now, what do I do? I had to spend the second break visiting the library alone. The open book on my desk was completely untouched. Just as a display while my mind wanders somewhere. I shook my head and took a small notepad and a pen from my bag to draw something. Think of it as distracting me for a while from the challenge Trixie gave me.
I felt a gaze directed at me. From the corner of my eye glanced at a place, a bench in the corner there that escaped my attention. My stomach suddenly tightened to find Marcel already sitting on the bench. He smiled at me, making me lower my head just to hide my blushing face.
I need to breathe for a second. Inhale… let it out. Inhale… let it out. Okay, now I'm stable. I raised my head looking at Marcel's place again. He was busy with a pencil and paper in front of him, which made me curious. But a few seconds later, he glanced at me and continued his activity of scribbling something on the paper.
I continued to observe him from where I was. Again he turned to me. We exchanged glances for a while, smiling. I tucked my hair behind my ear and lowered my head to avoid embarrassment.
Duh, why is my heart beating like this? Not literally, really.
The pounding in my heart intensified as he got up from his seat and walked over to me.
"I see you're alone in this place," he said, standing next to me handing me his slip of paper. "For you."
I blinked a few times, seeing my portrait drawn by him on the paper. My palms pressed against my slightly parted lips. I looked up at him, asking for an explanation as to why he was drawing me, and handed it to me.
"Why did you draw me in the corner over there?" I said, grabbing the paper and studying it.