Just a Glance

Kira

I raced down the empty hallway towards my class. I held the three books I was carrying close to my chest tightly as I took longer strides.

Shoot! I'm late-- again!. I hurried my pace even more as I remembered my professor---Mrs.Miles! She's the type of teacher you would not dare to meet the eyes. She was one tall of a woman who always carry a disciplinary stick! She always looks angry and pissed and has wrinkles by her forehead. She looked like a hungry lion ready to devour you! She was known for her very strict methods of teaching--and disciplining students. And I don't want to be a part of the students of the latter!

I didn't mean to be late anyway! Can you blame me if my subject before hers was three buildings away?! Who could walk that fast?!

I stopped in front of the room. B3-6. This is it.I took a deep breath before I shakily reached for the knob and slowly turned it open, praying that my Mrs. Miles was late.....but who am I kidding? She was never late.

"Ms. Collins? You are late!"

She was there. In front of the class. Glaring at me. I gulped.

"But Ma'am---" she cut me

"No more excuses! This is the third time you were late for this week! To the detention room! Now!"

My eyes went wide. I have never been sent to the detention room! ever!

"But Ma'am---"

Before I could continue, she shot me her deadly glare and raised her brow "Or you want something worse, Ms. Collins?"

I pursed my lips. I looked at Mrs. Miles one last time with pleading eyes but she didn't budge. Hell, her eyebrow didn't even budge.

Without any choice, I turned around and started to walk towards the detention room. I wasn't even sure where that is! In my whole life! this is the first time I have to go there! How would it even affect my grades? my future? Oh I can just imagine...

The school president and three other school officials were standing at the middle of the stage with wide smiles, holding my diploma and ready to congratulate me. When I reached their place and lifted my hands, ready to claim my dear diploma, someone shouted at the audience.

"Wait!"

Mrs.Miles!

She hurried up the stage and gave me her famous mountain eyebrow raising. She faced the audience. I swallowed hard as beads of sweat started to dribble down my face.

"Ha! Did you know that Ms. Collins have been sent to the detention room?" she grinned at me "She has an awful attendance!"

The people gasped and the school president looked at me in surprise and horror. He then shook is head in disappointment and walked away

I looked at Mrs. Miles one last time with pleading eyes but she didn't budge. Hell, her eyebrow STILL didn't even budge! "Or you want something worse Ms. Collins?" she smirked

I shook my head--dang.

I saw the room with the "Detention room" above it. Behind the door was a teacher's table and there seated was Mr.Flinch.

"Ahem" I tried to get his attention out of the newspaper he was reading

He glanced up at me and then back at the newspaper. Without looking, he handed me a paper and pointed at the door.

I reached for the paper and saw the words:"Reflection paper" at the top of it. Should I go in? I stared at the paper and stood there like an idiot not knowing what to do.

Mr.Flinch looked up at me with an annoyed look "Are you waiting for Christmas? Go in!"

I almost jumped at his sudden outburst and hurried inside. After closing the door, I leaned on it and breathed deeply.

Mr.Finch sure is weird.

Shaking my head, I walked towards one of the chairs by the second row inside the room. The room looked like a normal classroom. Though it has less seats.

I sat. and got my pen and diary out of my bag. I sighed. I blankly searched my diary until I saw the page where I wrote my dreams. I groaned. Mrs. Miles will ruin it! Ugh! And am I the only one here?! ugh! I ripped the page and harshly crumpled it and threw it behind me.

"Ouch!"

Oh. I guess I'm not the only one. I slowly turned to see who it was and I saw someone at the corner of the room.

My heart beat hitched.

"Do you know that it's rude to disturb someone sleeping?!" he snapped at me

We looked each other in the eye.

Jerome

He smirked. "Oh if it isn't little K" he said and started to walk towards me

I rolled my eyes at him "Stop calling my that, will you? It's Kira! K-I-R-A!"

"I'm the one who's calling you so It's up to me" he shrugged

Oh how I want to rip that grin off his ugly face!---okay maybe not ugly, but still!

"It's been a long time" he turned the chair in front of me and sat.

"Yeah"

I looked down my reflection paper and started to write

Jerome. He was the annoying kid ever since I was a kid. He always teases me. He was the kid I first landed my fist on. He was my first crush...or maybe until now.

Awkward silence rested around us. Though I could feel his stare boring at me that made me feel conscious.

"What are you doing here anyway?" I asked just to get rid of the silence

He shrugged "Well, I just accidentally spilled my glue on the teacher's chair and the teacher accidentally sat on it"

I looked at him blankly. "Real mature Jerome. Real mature"

"I know, I know" he grinned

"You know, I always wondered why you don't get tired of messing around. Get a life for a change will you?"

He snorted "I won't get tired....not until...."

I tilted my head side wards and watched him with narrowed eyes

"Not until?" I asked

He looked at me seriously and I almost flinched

"Not until this particular person looks my way. Even just a glance would do" he looked at me intently

My cheeks blushed for unknown reason. My heart started to race again. I looked down my reflection sheet to avoid his gaze

"Oh trust me, that person noticed you alright" I said

"You think so?"

"I know so"

So he's messing around for years just to get the attention of someone? lame!

"Who's the person anyway?" I asked, still writing

"Hmm she's someone special---and numb--and dumb--and special"

She?

"You like her?" I looked at him wide-eyed

He raised his brow that reminded me of Mrs. Miles

"Why do you think I want to get her attention?"

I fell quiet. He--he likes someone?

Strangely, I felt a pang in my chest.

"you're dumb"

I glared at him "Shut up"

He went closer, "and numb"

I glared at him even more. How did I became numb?!

"You know---!" he cut me and went closer. His face an inch away from mine

"and special"

Did I hear that right? My heart hammered. I think I lost my tongue. What did he say? I looked at his eyes. They were like blue debts of mysteries. What the hell is he saying.

"Wha--what did you say?" I asked

"Let me add something---and deaf" he smirked

I didn't say anything. I studied his face.

"I said you're dumb...and numb...and deaf...and"

"and?" my voice was shaky

".....and.....special"

I certainly lost my tongue. And certainly, he could hear my abnormal heart beat.

"Do you know how hard it is to catch that particular person's attention, Kira? Your attention?"

He---he likes me? W--why am I feeling.......happy?

"what?" that's all I managed to say

He burst out laughing.

"Yeah you are dumb...and deaf...and numb"

He cupped my face and went closer. and I stilled like a freaking statue as I felt something from his touch! Was that electricity?! Oh my God! Am I on drugs?

"And you're definitely special"

My heart...my heart is really beating fast.

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