Baby Pull Me Closer - Chapter 10 Gossip

I arrive at school at 7:35. Luckily I finally give up to having the same batch bread in order to avoid yesterday’s fart. I certainly know how it worked perfectly yesterday. But sometime we could not rely on other things to solve the problems. What we need is just a little more hardworking and more diligence.

Of course, I admit what I said above all is a fart. The true reason is everybody knows how important the first impression is. And surprisingly so do I. I know you would say” But it is your second or third time to meet him, you don’t have to.” And you probably especially in a thrilling voice.

I don’t know that the guy who thinks just like this should be hauled the house and where is cool where you should stay longer. Actually, in summer it is really a sincere wish I think. You know what that means.

I get the classroom and think the schedule the headteacher gave me yesterday. The morning exercise organized by school starts at 7:50, lasting fifteen minutes. And now it is not the right time, then who tell me why the troublesome and handsome guy, appearing here at 7:35.

He keeps his action last night I said goodbye to and now I am walking it in this morning.

I also notice the classroom does not hold others. He is the first person to arrive and the second one is God-assigned me.

Once again, a sense of embarrassment floods my mind. I must have to find something to talk about and remove that uncomfortable astonishment. I become nervous and fasten my pulse in second. Until today, I don’t know why I that age would hold the view that two guys or rather two boys (PS: one of them has other dirty thought on the other one) staying in a room is embarrassing. Anyway that age we in the adolescent have more energy and hormone. Every time I recalling every time the same feeling comes like I am going to be perpetual sixteen. I think I still have the feeling to him. So it is not strange to own our unique embarrassment.

Maybe I just want to find something to break the untimely silence.

But, but the point I don’t say hello as the morning greeting. Instead, I say out a weird number. Nine Twenty-Seven 9/27, yeah, it is his birthday is said out by me strangely.

He reacts nothing as he didn’t recognize what the number or date means to him.

I have to say more straightly.

I ask:” Is it true? Your birthday, 9/27.” And I repeat these numbers twice.

He understands my mind and gives me a little chuckle. I reply in the same way.

I don’t think our relationship is big enough to wish his birthday. However, when talking with him, never mind a short greet or an official ask, watching his little action, I will break through more than joy and rejoice in science, recording every valuable and hard-to-get scene in my true heart and true brain, using countless brain cells to carve to let it not go, never.

I go straight to my seat. In fact, I am sitting beside him. Go straight or rather sit down.

Of course, I don’t realize that the third one, student, classmate, walks into the classroom and hears our conversation, which I will hate forever.

It is true.

Gossip is a fearful thing. I can’t escape its attack.