My addiction to her

June 15

I was midway between drowsing off. History has never been my favorite subject; in fact, I've hated it. As I turned my head around, for something interesting to look at, rather than glaring at the teacher's face.

My eyes fell upon HER. She sat with her elbow resting on her desk. The sunlight fell upon her, her hair almost reached the end of the chair. As she flipped through the pages of her test book, I could see the stick man figures she'd drawn. Her eyes grew wide, as she began shading one of her drawings with her pencil and twisting her hair with the other. She had pale skin, and today it looked even paler. She had beady, keen amber eyes, whom nearly most of the class envied. She was a kind soul, and an optimistic person regardless of how loaded her parents were, she was not even close to being spoiled. WHAT, NO!

What am I saying…NO! Let's do this one more time.

She sat with her elbow resting on her desk, and as the sunlight fell upon her, I realized how much more unpleasant she looked. I couldn't stare at her face any longer or else I would have puked. Her hair was bushy but long, and she acted like a child. There! That's better. Glad nobody could read minds.

As I kept gazing at the teacher's obnoxious face, half asleep, fingers crossed the bell rung.

As I arose from my seat, I couldn't help but notice that she seemed rather a little too happy today. All this thinking had diverted my attention when I realized my gaze had failed me, and I'd lost sight of her.

Rushing down the hallway, I spotted her, leaning against a wall. OKAY, OKAY.

Let's go through this first, I've accomplished step one, befriend her, be close friends, and then finally, look for the right time, and end that spoiled brat, Piece of cake.

As I approached her, she picked up her gaze from her phone, blinked several times at my face, and smiled one of her rare smiles. The dimples on her cheeks were starting to expose, little by little. Before I could return back her smile, she threw her arms and embraced me warmly. I was left thunderstruck, my body froze, my heart skipped a beat, my chest started to irk, and I began to sweat. It felt priceless; I didn't remember the last time I was hugged like this.

I found myself midway between looking into her twinkling eyes, when I realized my cheeks felt hot; I felt rat's flying in my stomach, and sweat on my forehead. Never mind, I don't want to do this anymore. Excusing me was what I craved to do at this very moment, but I couldn't move my body, my mouth would open, but my words abandoned me. My body gave up on me; I wasn't the one in control anymore.

This Girl! She's done something to me. I-I can't move, what is this?

As much as I hate class, and obviously the son of Satan, that demands us to enter into our classes and be annoyed by the teacher's unappealing voice, and ghastly face, the bell, saved me. By its annoying ringing, she said to me her goodbyes.

As she disappeared, my body was free, I could easily move it, as I tried to thoroughly check if I was in full control, I noticed that all eyes had turned towards me, I looked like an idiot. Ugh! She'll pay!

June 17

I was hearing words, lots of them. I had tried my best to hold back those four yawns that had encountered me during this useless speech.

The clock struck thirteen. At this moment, gazing at the second hand as it kept ticking, to reach its destination, just to start all over from the beginning, had been more interesting, than listening to these meaningless confrontations. Unfortunately, the soul in front of me was rather infuriated, thinking I had the guts to do that in front of him, while he was blabbering.

I shook my head, groaned, and looked him straight in the eye.

"Dad, I have heard this lecture from you quite a few times that I have thoroughly memorized the lines. This isn't my first time; just have a little faith in me, Will ya?

He seemed taken aback by my words but tried not to show it. He threw his face in his palms. A moment later, he looked up; with a smile so wide, patted me on the back and said something I'd never forget.

"That's my Son"

Oh! How I have longed to hear that from my father's tongue, since my childhood, I had craved, craved to hear it. Now I have my heart set on killing this girl, nothing's getting in my way.