The next morning, I woke up feeling exhausted and tired thinking about school. Still I have to go, Ugh ! After breakfast, I got ready and headed to school. As I settled into my usual desk, the classroom buzzed with chatter. Moments later, the teacher entered, accompanied by a familiar face—Antonio. My heart skipped a beat.
"Class," the teacher announced, "we have a new transfer student. Antonio, would you like to introduce yourself?"
Antonio nodded,and said," I'm Antonio,a tranfer student in this school MEVIS(Modern Education Valued International School)from HVI(Higher Value Institution)." And Mam Frowna asked him to choose friend whom he wanted to sit next to. His eyes scanned the room before settling on me. "I'd like to sit next to her," he said, pointing directly at me.
A wave of whispers swept through the class as the teacher Frowna smiled. "Selene, could you help Antonio get acquainted with the school?"
I nodded, trying to mask the surprise and fluttering in my chest. Antonio took the seat beside me, his presence both comforting and electrifying.
As the day progressed, I couldn't help but steal glances at him. He looked effortlessly handsome, even in the standard school uniform. At one point, he caught me staring.
"Is there something on my face?" he asked with a playful smirk.
Embarrassed, I quickly looked away. "No, nothing," I mumbled.
During lunch, I seized the opportunity to learn more. "Want to grab something to eat and explore the school?" I offered.
"Sure," he replied, his smile making my heart race.
As we walked through the corridors, I mustered the courage to ask, "About last night—why did you call?"
He chuckled softly. "I wanted to know more about your school. We talked about so many things, but not that."
"But how did you know which school I attend?" I pressed.
He winked. "I have my ways."
We continued to the canteen, sharing laughs and stories. Watching him enjoy his meal with such enthusiasm made me smile.
After classes, I returned home, my mind replaying the day's events. Later that night, a message from Antonio lit up my phone: "Good night."
I replied, "Sweet dreams," to Antonio
and lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. Thoughts of Antonio filled my mind—the way he looked, the sound of his voice, and the mystery that surrounded him. Sleep came slowly, but with it, dreams of what tomorrow might bring.