Tending on the garden

Monday morning in the garden. Alone there with only the watering can's constant spinkle, as the flowers swayed into the fall of each water drop, into the delicate yellow that brimmed life. I thought to myself, This flower's more alive than me breathing; watching it every morning is like a breakfast for the eyes. Stepping my feet into the side, keeping my steady sprinkle of water, raining into the full bloom of the morning glory. It wiggled as each drop of water slid into each petals, dancing in the morning's watering routine; their sways their show of happiness. Though there aren't only flowers in this small garden of this school; it also boasted plants that yield vegetables; that one already sprouted a small sphere of green; the tomato I've placed a month ago finally showed its appreciation. "You're pretty," I murmured as I stood in front of the small garden bed on the floor, leaning into the wall at the back of the building. "Thanks-" "no, not you," I retorted swiftly; my voice flowed as if the cool morning air were devoid of emotion before I lifted up my head, looking at the girl in her winter uniform, her hand resting in her chin as she leaned in into the window, putting her face meters away from mine. "Who are you?" I asked as I looked at her eyes, bearing no signs of interest. "Gosh, so mean. I'm Jella, pretty boy," she purred before winking at me. "Ok," I replied before bending once more and continuing my morning watering routine, tilting my watering can to sprinkle the plants as I paid no heed to the girl's antics. "Hey!" she exclaimed before filling up one of her cheeks with air as she followed me through the open window of the school's back of the building. "You're not nice at all," she uttered, keeping the puffed cheek on her face and pouting indefinitly. 

After a little more of watering down, the ring of the bell echoed the halls of the campus buildings, reaching into where I stood. Planning to leave before the morning class starts, I placed the can into the small shed before walking out of it, bent-backed. Lifting my head up to look at the first floor's window, there the girl stayed, her gaze lingering on me, despite the shout of the school bell, her arms crossed as her head rested in it, leaning into the open window. Then, when our eyes met, she raised her left arm, waving towards me with wide lips, before turning around as she walked away to finally leave. "What a strange being," I whispered to myself before I myself started walking as well, heading into my respective room, leaving that strange interaction alone in the garden. But oh well, who knew that from that day on, that same girl would just keep pestering my very peace every morning?