It All Started With

She scoffed at the group of boys as they blocked her way with howl of laughter, her own group of two standing beside her.

They shouldn’t have come here, sneaking around. They’re going to be late. They’re going to be punished for strolling around canteen grounds instead of being in their classroom, indulging in study sessions for their impending exams.

Indulge in library, her Math teacher had said so earlier that day.

She scoffed some more, at the very idea of spending yet another spring evening studying while she can list out handful things she’d rather do.

Like, for an instance, listening to the bird’s song while munching a melted Cadbury, which is why she is waiting behind, craning her head, the curls of her raven hair straying with the breeze.

She did not like this.

Only if she could gather her wits and smash that laugh off their faces, she thought vigorously as she glanced at a wall clock. How long will they have to wait for three bars?

“Cadbury has to wait now.” She said looking at her friends, frowning as she turned around.

And then she heard it.

A voice, rich in its timber, rough at its edge, so low and deep, that she had been hearing for years now, but never addressed to her. Or, for her.

“Let her… she’s running late.”

She swirled around, eyes twinkling as they found his, a small, hesitant smile greeting him, barely noticing anything else as she walked in.

With her smile refusing to dim, she quickly gathered three bars of Cadbury, her feet dragging along hurriedly as the comments of the boys, collective voices addressing him something along the lines of themselves getting late, registered her still mind.

And despite her better judgment, she turned around just as she reached the doors. For what, she has no clue. But she is taken aback for he stood right in front of her, smirk in its place as he leaned in, the edges of the wrapper grazing against the insides of her palm while a bar is snatched from her grip.

“Study hard.”

He advised with mocking seriousness, his cocoa dark eyes glittering under the pale amber light in the barely lit canteen.

She stared for a second, too shocked to response as she glared at her bar in his hands, only to stutter and turn around, leaving the canteen, and him, behind.

 

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