Winter Truth
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hello! welcome to my first chat story written for noveltoon! before you read, I want to give a few notices:
- this isn't fanfiction but an original storyline with original characters (portrayed by actors, models and other celebrities; but feel free to imagine them as your own).
- the main female lead doesn't have an specific faceclaim so you're free to choose how you want her to look. from this point on, she will be the main narrator of the story.
- pictures and other media doesn't belong to me, credits to their respective authors!
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—A city, around 7:00 p.m.
me
Yes, in fact, I've decided to start writing a diary. There's no specific reason why, but I just felt like it was a good idea.
me
Truth be told, I feel good when I write about my feelings.
me
I have some assignments to do that are related to that, actually!
me
My homeroom teacher planned them as some kind of special activity since things have been tense at school these last months. Or that's what I heard. I'm fairly new.
me
We moved back to A City after a long period living at my mom's home country.
me
My father's from here, and I was born here, but we left when I was around twelve years old, I think.
me
It's been a long time, uh? I'm seventeen already. I'm close to finish high school.
me
And you know what? I'll write about that for homework.
I stopped writing and erased that last word. I was getting a little bit too excited with my new diary and even if that helped me a lot, I still had to contact my partner. We were meant to make a presentation together, which was cool, but the timeline was too close for comfort.
And then was the fact that we never even talked to each other before. He was a new student, also, but he barely attended classes. I had to get his number from our teacher so I could get a chance to contact him. It was like he decided to disappear ever since we were assigned the project.
me
... or is it because we're partners?
me
Why would he do that? Pure nonsense.
He had no reasons to avoid me. He couldn't hate me, right? We literally didn't even interacted besides sharing homeroom and some other classes.
It had to be something else.
Just before I could overthink it, I decided that the best thing to do was contacting him. Then I would know. Then we could move on.
me
If he doesn't want to work with me, I can do it alone!
me
I just need to get things straight. He wants to work together or not, his problem.
With a sudden rush of confidence flowing through my veins, I found his contact and breathed in, breathed out before sending the first message.
me
Hello, Touma Takeuchi. My name is Ada and I'm your partner for the "Importance of empathy and emotions in our daily lives" assignment. I got your number through Mr. Hana, our homeroom teacher. I'd like to know if it's okay for us to start working on the project this same week.
me
The due date is in two weeks exactly and we must prepare the oral and written presentation.
I decided against sending him yet another text and just left my phone aside. I didn't wanted to be pushy or annoying or something like that. This was my first time chatting with someone out of my inner circle ever since I met Reagan, our class president, and that was... well, different. Easier.
Reagan was one of the popular students, probably the most, and I could see why: The boy had charm. He could talk to almost anybody and make them smile in a matter of seconds.
Touma, on the other part... He was one of those exceptions. I didn't know much about him, but I could tell he was one of those that never smiled with Reagan... or anyone, for the matter.
They were like day and night. That's one of the things I noticed... Besides them being extremely handsome.
me
In different ways, as expected...
me
Reagan could be the prince charming of a cheerful fairytale.
❗(New message from Touma Takeuchi).
Indeed, he had a serious type of beauty, but he... He wasn't talking about that. Of course not.
There was no way on earth he could be reading my mind. He didn't.
Touma
Because you are? You sound serious about the matter. That's funny.
Feeling strangely awkward and confused (now it was actually late, around 12:00 a.m), I did my best not to reply instantly. I let a few minutes pass.
Touma
Is there something else?
me
Sorry! I got confused for a moment. But it's nothing!
(And it's not like I was thinking about ways to define your attractiveness, for sure...)
There was no reply. Not for around ten minutes.
me
So, you have any ideas?
Touma
Actually, I'm not really interested.
Touma
Sorry about that. I'll tell our teacher next Monday.
Touma
Have a good night, Ada.
Without anything else, it was futile to contact Touma for the rest of the night.
I fell asleep wondering, worrying and once again, overthinking the reason why he seemed so "uninterested".
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