"So, x = y²———"
The math teacher rambled on with no care if anyone was paying attention or listening like always. I try to listen sometimes but slip away into dreamland every time, haha...
Ring! Ring!
There it is. The class bell indicating the end of the class. My favorite part of the day. Okay, not just mine, as the class was abruptly filled with happy cheers once the bell rang. The teacher scolded as some boys started making trouble and went on his way.
Don't get me wrong. I don't look forward to class bells because I dislike his classes. Sure, I indeed do not like math classes. I'd rather spent that time scribbling or drawing something, which is why my notebook is filled with different portraits and doodles instead of class notes.
But the reason the few minutes of break between classes became my favorite part of the day, and class bells sound like merry music to me, is because of him.
He—the one I like. The one I have liked for two years now. The one who has no idea of my presence or existence.
Faint footsteps started to resonate in the hallway, and my heart began to beat along with those footsteps, hoping that his were also present among them. I waited, pretending to be asleep while trying to calm my nerves and fast heartbeat when I saw him striding past the window, looking so ethereal while holding his book.
Just like always, my gaze wouldn't budge and my breaths start to match with his footsteps. I don't know since when but I looked so forward to those few minutes of class break.
I don't know since when but those small moments of him passing by our class while being in his own world, became my favorite and most looked forward to time of the day—the moments I would trace back to in my mind again and again, for God knows how many times.
Him, laughing with his friends while passing by, chasing after a teacher for his unanswered questions or doubts after class, passing by while playing with his basketball, or just him doing nothing. I adore every little glimpse I catch of him in secret.
I don't have any hopes or big wishes of being together with him. How can I, when he hasn't spared me a single glance even after all these years?
I only have a small wish tucked away, hidden in my heart—just a small, insignificant wish for him to remember my name. Just for him to call my name a single time before we graduate and part ways, for a while or forever.
Faint footsteps started to resonate in the hallway and my heart started to beat with those footsteps, hoping that his were also present and mixed in those footsteps. I waited pretending to sleep while trying to calm my nervous and fast heartbeat and I saw him striding past the widow, looking so ethereal while holding his book.
Just like always my gaze wouldn't budge and since I don't know when my breaths started to match with his footsteps. I don't know since when I looked so forward to those few minutes of class break. I don't know since when the small moments of him passing by our class while being in his own world became my favorite and most looked forward time of the day that I would trace back in my mind again and again for who knows how many times.
Him, laughing with his friends while passing by, chasing after a teacher for his un-answered questions or doubts after class, passing by while playing with the basketball or just him, doing nothing. I adore every glimpse I caught of him in secret.
I don't have any hopes or have any big wish of being together with. How can I, when he hasn't spared me a single glance even after all these years? I just have a small wish tucked away, hidden in my heart. Just a small, insignificant wish for him to remember my name. Just for him to call my name a single time before we graduate and part ways for a while or forever.