▲ Model

The air was tensed every time she strutted by the sidewalk like the runway model she was. She chewed her gum and spitting it off made it directly hit the corner that the wall and ground intersected. Her face wearing the usual expression she protrudes – a poker face. With the way she marched, it made people turn their heads to look at her. The wind brushed through her face, towards her hair, making it elegantly flow as she gradually moved forward. More so, she was also practicing her catwalk while strutting. She had been on her modelling break for a couple of months to focus on her studies.

Minutes later, the bell rang. She slammed her books on the top of her desk. A loud thud was produced as the bound collection of pages collided with the table. Turning left and right, she observed the other students in her class. On the left side of her near the windows, a guy with a dark-brown hair positioned himself. He seemed nerdy because of the glasses that rested on top of his nose. He kept pushing it as it slowly slid down every time he ducked his head. She rolled her eyes at the sight. How pitiful he is, she commented in her head. It was not really a declaration of sympathy but an insult.

Looking at the other side of the room, another male caught her attention. The dude seemed like a player, she concluded based on her judgement. She was not sure if trusting her intuition would be all right. Still, that didn’t change her perspective of him. The way he smiled and move. Definitely a player, she thought to herself shaking her head. The guy suddenly turned to her and spotting her eyes glued to him, he smirked and winked at her. Those actions did not please her at all. She scoffed and rolled her eyes. “Knew it.” She whispered to herself.

The clock’s hands 8:12 am. “Where is the damn teacher?” Her patience was at its peak of losing it. However, she realized boiling up thinking about it would only aggravate her even more. She sighed and tried to calm herself. Just then a guy took a seat next to her. He was tall, like a giant. She felt small at the sight of him. However, the feeling changed when he sat down.

A sudden thought hit her. Most of her classmates were male students. She has issues with them, if you ask why. “Great, more guys.” She rolled her eyes desperately wanting the day to end quickly. She can’t stand them – boys, I mean. Everything they did, bothered and annoyed her. Boys, they’re so annoying. I just want to rupture their bones and –

“Excuse me?” The guy who sat beside her broke her fiery thoughts.

The sudden interference made her veins twitch in anger. She turned with one eyebrow raised at him. “What?” She said in callous.

“Do you have an extra pen?” He beamed at her. His eyes were big, they were truly captivating. But that didn’t melt Ara’s heart nor gave her any butterflies in her stomach.

“I hav