High School

Without even batting an eye, I look towards the girl infront of me.

Wearing the standard uniform of our school, that is so standard that you won't notice the difference between all the other uniform in the school, yet she wore it confidently. She brought life to it with grace you cannot see from other.

'She is a mesmerizing creature' I said to myself while silently gazing at her smiling expression.

"Class is about to start." She said stopping my stupor.

I followed her while she jumped to stone to stone as if she is playing a game with her own rules not bothering how she appear at peoples eye.

"Savour it while it last."

She answered the question which was bothering my mind. I wasn't even suprised she read my expression because she always did.

I was thinking what her words meant because everything she did have a deeper meaning but time waited for none we were already inside the room and the class was starting when we arrive.

We sat in each of our designated seats far from each other. The teacher didn't bother us for being late. She was already starting her discussion with the board. She was so engrossed with what she teach not knowing no one bother to listen to her except for the board.

'Well maybe she knows.' I said to myself while contradicting my own words.

My eyes found their way infront of the class. Examining the woman, who appears to teach the student, black hair with many strands of white, wrinkled skin, an old monotous voice, and a plain public servant uniform. Maybe I am right to think that Mam Jose doesn't even bother to teach the student because she knew its useless and it is much better to start her monologue with her best partner.

" Clark! Please give me an example of a phenomenon involving kinetic and potential energy." She called to me after noticing that I maybe am listening.

I grab my pen and demonstrate it to my classmates.

"This pen in my hands now have potential energy."

Then I pretended to write in the air using my plastic material.

"and when it moves, like roll itself, or just write word itself, if it can, the energy in it turn into kinetic, and with both this proccess we can see the interaction between the two energy." I said confidently and immediately sat from my seat.

Mrs. Jose didn't even bother to give me praise from my answer and instead she just continued her interesting dialogue with the board.

I plastered a smirk in my face before looking at the chairs behind the class.

She was looking at the window, day dreaming again with her mysterious mind. Then she noticed me staring at her and plastered a smile herself answering my smirk which turned skewed after seeing her wave at me.

The class ended with nobody learning something. What to expect for a public high school with old and decrepit curriculum and orthodox teacher who hard headedly stuck with their old way.

No offense with learning though, it just put limits to the possibility of learners learning what they should or suppose to. And even if they did teach something we could just probably use the internet to learn this stuff.

'I just wish I could go to college already and learn more useful things.' I put both my hands behind my neck stretching both my elbows sideways from my shoulders.

"If only you could appreciate our time here in high school." I heard a word behind my back berating me.


Annoyance engulfed me. I stopped and look at the speaker. She was smiling with her well proportioned face, no blemishes even acne like how teenager should be, instead her natural pinkish cheek can be seen. Her black hair was above the waist with waves and curls. Her eyes which tells how much attention she is paying me, stares at my figure and only with those as a weapon she erased my spark of annoyance.

How could she have this kind of attitude like nothing can go wrong and that everything around her is as light as it can be like nothing can make her sour. I wish I could have her genuine optimism.

"Lark" She called me with her self created nickname for me.

"Come with me later after school's done I'm going to treat you." After saying those words she walks while jumping time to time and humming a simple catchy children's song.

I haven't noticed that I was smiling. All I know back then was that I have a crush on her and that she is beautiful both in heart and nature.

Class was almost over and nothing of the lesson came at me since only the thought of our date is all I could think. I was a little nervous about the fact that it's my first time and she might notice my nervousness around her and she might use it to tease me or more.

I arrived at our meeting place still wearing my school uniform. I waited for almost 5 minutes before I saw Clara with her boyish attire and a little knapsack in tow.

She walks towards me while raising her eyebrow. "Why aren't you change yet?"

Undisturbed by her question I try to understand this mysterious girl in front of me. She was wearing pants and a checkered polo overneath a white shirt. Her hair was half-tied because half of her hair was hanging but the other half tied. I just couldn't understand her.

"You could probably said so earlier." I said not hiding my displeasure.

"Our home is just a few street from school and you don't even plan to change your clothes before I treat you?" She stated while she pull me towards the direction of my house.

"Okay, okay I will go home and dress myself but could you not pull me? I could walk myself." I snatched her grip of my clothes and straigthened them up.

"And if you only had been dress yourself we are probably eating already." She rebutted and walked past me.

Arriving at my home I told my mom that I'm going out with Clara and I'm just here to change my clothes. I didn't bother for Mom's reply and hastily picked a random shirt from my wardrobe and some black pants.

Walking out of my room I look at the mirror and see a boy wearing glasses with unkempt hair. He was thin for his age almost malnourished for his size just inches greater of five feet.

I puckered my lips and furrowed my brow. It wrinkled my forehead making me look mature and I matched it with the correct expression. Perfect.

"Are you done checking yourself?" Clara said in a mischievous tone.

Without even waiting for her I hurriedly walk past her outside the house just to evade the embarressment that creeps my cheeks.

How could she just do things at her own pace without making the people around her feeling offended. If only I could do that and life would be so much easier jumping through one click to other.

After the series of our game of who should walk in the front we arrived at the food park. I let her lead me because she's the one who's going to treat me and its upto her to decide what we would be having.

I browsed the different stalls and menu's. Scanning the list of what they offer. It goes towards beverages to hard packed dinner.

Then I saw her sit in a three seater chair and I followed suit beside her. Abruptly after seating she unbun her hair, at least the half of it. She let it slide and it aligned it naturally.

I was stupefied wondering where she have learnt this method or its just a coincidence that it happened. I didn't notice that she was gone and was already talking to the woman in the counter.

"-ke vannila and Chocolate the medium size. As for the fries -" She paused and look at my direction.

"More than friends or Bestfriend?" I look at her with confusion and my heart was beating fast with her sudden question.

" What size of friend fries should we order." She added and pointed at the top of the menu.

Spoiler: MENU

I cursed at the market strategy and who created this cheesy lines and menu. Without even thinking I answered her.

"I would like for us to order more than friends but it would probably not be enough for us so Bestfriends it should be."

I felt a little smug with the words I used and how I phrased my reply, while she reiterated my order to the girl in the counter.

The food was eaten without any of us talking because we are too busy competing with each for the french fries.

"It's a good thing you ordered bestfriend not more than friend." She teases me and giggled a little showing her dimples on both side of her cheeks.

I shrugged and replied. "Next time when I order more than friend would be enough." double meaning implied.

She stopped for a second and snuffled. Wanting to reply but she didn't.

"I think I know what you mean now to savor the moment." I smiled mischievously and walked while pulling her hand towards home.



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My first cheesy romance. I know its horrible.