[Deenz/Enz]
I had to stop when I saw she was going in the direction of the library. Some individuals just come here to hide and sleep. Rarely does someone show up to study here. Since this is my preferred location and there are no distractions here, I'm not included. I scan the area with my eyes, but I don't see her shadows.
I searched every corner of the library but failed to find her. I looked on the second floor and kept looking until I spotted her, within the last row of bookcases, which is the most seclusion. I halted as I approached her carefully. I sat down on the hardwood flooring and turned to face her as she raised her head to meet mine.
She raises her head to look at me and asks, "What are you doing here?"
I responded and took a seat next to her, saying, "I spotted you and followed you, but I didn't imagine that I'd find you here in the library."
For her to fall asleep peacefully, I supported her head on my shoulder. She appeared worn out and agitated. I take her hand, tying our hands together. She has petite, silky hands and has a lovely, pleasant scent. She has a petite face, a sharp nose, long, black hair, clear complexion, a gorgeous, kissable lip, and blue eyes. She is tall compared to typical girl height.
"What time does your class begin?" I enquire.
She calmly replied to my query, "I don't know. They came in randomly and unannounced the time they began."
Our school doesn't adhere to the same rules as the other school; we have our own traditions, yet we share the same space. That's the line to switch rooms when your chosen class is about to start. The TVL strand is my preference. Each day, that class engages in activities and awards certificates. Don't worry, I'm not the only commoner at this school. There are 5 full scholarships available each academic year.
I said, "They even called you Ice Princess, something I had no idea you were famous for."
She asked naively, "What do you mean by that? That's the first time I heard such thing."
I explained to her what I meant, "People are calling you that and cheering you at the front gate, did you not know about it." I playfully remarked, "I thought it was a celebrity, but I was mistaken. My gorgeous girlfriend having a main character entrance ceremony."
She pays attention to me, and it's cute to see how her forehead frowns. She said, "These are strange."
Her remark about how well-known and well-liked she was made me laugh. She either isn't aware of it or didn't pay it any attention because she doesn't mind it. I can now briefly glimpse her side after being with her for two years. Our relationship moves at a relaxed pace and is grounded in reality. I believe the other couple was moving quickly, which is why their hearts still had wounds and scars from their actions. If she wants to end our relationship, I'm serious about what I said at the time. If she prefers that, I can understand, but I don't want to have put too much pressure on her.
"Enz?"
As I heard her calling, I turned around because my thoughts were off in another direction. "Yeah?"
She questioned, "Who is that guy next to you?"
I said, "Well, that's my cousin, Zefron Daniels, from my father's side. I generally come by myself since I like walking from home to school. He's grounded for a month because he breached their house rules."
She was looking at me, "What about you, did you break your house rules?"
I appreciate it when she inquires about me. The straightforward approach from a girl like her makes me pleased. When I felt my legs vibrate, I was going to respond to her when I realized I had my phone with me. When I took it out of my pocket, my coach was displayed on the screen. A loud noise came from the other line, so I quickly moved my phone aside after answering it and placing it on my ear.
He said, "Deenz, come to my office, right away. I have something to tell you," and then hung up.
She said, "You should go. I have to get back to class."
I helped her stand up first after getting up. We strolled outside the library together before splitting off. In contrast to the coach room, which is on the left hallway, the special area is located on the right side. I absolutely neglected to inquire with her regarding the family gathering. After my father returns from his trip overseas, I want to present her to my family.
In order for us to have a simple date and spend time together as a family, I may invite her over to my place at any moment. I sensed a presence following me as I made my way to the coach room. Yet, nobody is present, and the school is well-secured, making it impossible for a stalker to exist. Is it only in my head, or what? The coach will eat me alive for being late, so I push that kind of thinking out of my head and sprinted as quickly as I can.
[Third person's POV]
After they almost were caught, the girl said, "You should better conceal your presence."
The guy brushed his hair, "I simply want to be sure that we are following the right person. I don't want to mistrust Master."
The tall guy remarked, "Don't do it again and let's move on to our next plan," before turning his attention to the two persons behind him. He sneered at them and walked away leaving the two behind, saying, "Just wait till we get the signal. Our main concern is to safeguard the tiny boss."
The female gave him a middle finger salute as she walked out and added, "You make him mad, jerk."
He scoffs, "This bitch," and begins to go.
[Deenz/Enz]
I inhaled deeply before opening the door, and much to my astonishment, a slipper starts flying in my direction. If I didn't prevent it, I might almost get it. That terrified the very daylights out of me and cut five years off my life. I don't want to be late since that will be his surprise to me, even though I already know what it is.
I said, patting my pants to get them clean, "Sir, could you please greet me in a regular way."
He triumphantly added, "You're late for two minutes, Deenz. Be thankful that was all that met you."
Before anything might fly at me, I shook my head and took a seat. Coach is not like other people, as you can see. He enjoys pulling practical jokes on us and always manages to surprise us, like I did just now. I'm not sure how he ends up as this school's coach. But to be completely honest, it was him who showed me how to use the camera and taught me the things I didn't know. I'm the only guy in our family, therefore I can't question my sisters about boys' things because my father isn't here.
I said, "Coach, this is the first day of school and I'm trying to catch up on everything. Will you just spare me for once?"
He continued, handing me an envelope, "Whatever kid. Let's stop beating around the bush and read this. Here's why I call you here."
I grab it and break the seal. Why does it intrigue me even when I find it strange? What a strange sensation. Within it is a piece of paper, which you should take out and read. When I read the details about the folks, my eyes nearly burst. I turn to face my coach, who gave me a happy thumbs-up.
-Greetings to Deenz Jarrel Francisco, one of our honorable students. We are happy to announce that you will be moving to the Special Section, after going over your accomplishments and scores from the start. You are eligible to participate in the Special Section, and based on your performance, the advantages of your previous scholarship will be increased.
The coach hits my back with, "Congratulations you brat."
I believe I fractured my backbone. "Huff... T-thanks, Coach."
He added triumphantly and laughed like a lunatic, "The Dean wants to tell you the good news, but I force him that I want to be the one to tell you the good news since I am your coach."
I said, "Coach, stop harassing the Dean."
He looked at me like he accomplished something wonderful, "What are you talking about, brat? I despise that kind of thing. I simply want to give the products from my student. Be grateful, brat."
I just smile and shake my head, "Coach, stop calling me a brat."
The door opened as soon as I stood up. The Coach was being greeted by Miciel, who I noticed waving at me. "Good day, Coach."
"As she would now be your classmate, I called Miciel to escort you to the Special Section," I turn my attention to Miciel.
We've been friends and together for about four years after she was transferred, and I asked, "Are you from the Special Section? How come I didn't know about that?"
She looked at me as if she couldn't believe that someone like me didn't know of that, "You didn't ask me and most people know about this simple knowledge."