Good Luck!

"I like you!"

I said to the guy who is writing on his notebook in front of me, my heart pumping faster than normal, my ears waiting for a response. But he did not budge an inch after my confession, instead, he kept on writing on his notebook as if he did not notice me; then I realized that he's trying to say that he is rejecting my feelings in a "silent" way. I broke the silence enveloping us and force a smile to hide my sadness and begun to stutter

"S-sorry... Err, thank you for your t-time."

I left the room in silence, I glance back at the guy I confessed to, still writing on his notebook, my eyes feel heavy; I wipe up the tear accumulated on the corner of my eyes before picking my phone that I left unattended on the pocket of my jeans. A soft chuckle slips on my mouth after reading the message from my chat-buddy

"Good luck! :3"

"Stupid, :P I know that he'll reject me, but thanks !! :)"

I replied as I walk down the deserted hallway of the school and heading to the school gate.

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It has been a month since my rejection but it seems that I can't move on, and as always I'm eating my lunch under a tree alone. I'm not a lone wolf or such, I just prefer quiet places, especially the greenery with birds singing with joy and the smell of newly cut grass; my phone suddenly chimes disturbing the serenity, I look at the screen and quietly read the chat of Charles, my chat buddy that I met on a social site four months ago and became friends,

"How's your day? I'm eating under a tree in our school but the chilly breeze makes me sleepy though :3"

attached with a photo of his lunch, a chicken sandwich and a can of black coffee,

"Same here, right under a tree :P. Its really cold that makes me want to drink caffé latte, can I drink yours? Kidding XP haha"

I reply as I delightfully masticate the food in my mouth; we chat random things every day, from day in to day out, I can freely express my feelings and I feel really secure with him even though we still didn't meet personally, even once; time waits for no one, the lunch break almost at its end. As I walk back to the main building, a gentle breeze caresses my cheeks as if inviting me to drink a nice and hot beverage to subside this freezing sensation, fortunately, a vending machine is at the end of the pathway. It is really getting colder this past few days, it is like the weather get's along with this love that withered a month ago; a deep sigh slips out of my mouth to take away these negative thoughts, without noticing I am already a few steps away from the machine, but I got surprised as a guy is already standing in front of it.

"What are you sighing for Ashley?"

he asks me, Ashley Turner to be exact while deciding for what to buy. He then looks at me with a warm smirk imprinted on his face,

"Is coffee all right?"

"Is none of your business Yohan!!"

I respond him as I grit my teeth, I really don't know why I get mad whenever I see him, my blood boils for no reason from the day of rejection and until now, I turned around to return to the entrance of the building, my steps or rather stomps echoes through the pathway. But his voice halted me,

"Hey, catch!!"

my body turns briskly that my shoe screech against the pavement, my eyes caught an unidentified flying object precipitating towards me, I unconsciously reach my hands out to catch whatever it is. The thing lands on my palm, a warm and cylindrical shape object, upon discovering what it was I look at Yohan with surprise.

"How did you know that I wanted caffé latte?"

while pointing at the label of the can, he simply grins and takes sips on his can of black coffee

"Who knows~"

he states before entering the school building; I'm left with the can warming my palms, and his smile warming my heart. My heart melts upon remembering those tender and thin lips of his that outlines those smiles, just thinking of it makes my cheeks warm and my heart beats recklessly; I unconsciously smile like a fool. The bell for the afternoon classes rings and startle me, I rush inside the school while chugging the can that Yohan gave me. Love that I thought it already died, is it really possible to reborn? Confused as I am right now, why he is confusing me more? Why? Is it that fun messing with my feelings? Is that his reason for rejecting me?

Hours seemed slow that felt like afternoon classes might take forever, those four hours imprisoned in a room, listening to your teacher blabbering mathematical formulas or explaining theories of some mad scientist, then enduring the pain of sitting for too long. The bell rung a few minutes ago to advert the students that another hellish day had passed, I stand up from my desk and peek at the students walking home from the translucent window. The crimson sky and the sun that slowly prepares to sleep, feel like I got sucked up on a drama scene, so solemn, it was also at this time when I confessed to Yohan. My phone vibrates inside my pocket, I already know who it is, I took it out and read the chat of Charles.

"The setting sun is really pretty, it reminds me of an egg yolk XD"

as always there's a photo attached, the sun leaning in between of the buildings; he really is random but this picture is somehow heartwarming, it is as if we are watching the sky at the same place. An idea came across my mind, I approached my desk and put a book against my phone to make it stand, adjusted and put the timer on; then rushed back at the window, after a pair of seconds the sound of shutter pierced the silence. A picture of me against the red light of the setting sun looks like I was bathing in blood,

"It's really beautiful! ♡"

I attached the photo that I recently took. Immerse on the scenery in front of me I suddenly screamed as someone grabbed my shoulder from behind, I turned around to see who it is

"What the hell Yohan!!!!!"

I struck a menacing leer towards him, grabbed my bag with haste and walked out of the room. But the fool follows and persuades me

"Sorry Ashley, I didn't mean to scare you"

"Whatever!!!"

I coldly replied as soon as I saw that grin of his, as if he is not sincere, I fasten up my pace making clacking sounds on my every step. But the impertinent recover the gap between us with ease

"Hey! Let's go home together! I'll buy you whatever you want as an apology."

the clacking sounds cease and I look at him in silence

"Err...is that a yes?"

I glared at him, my knuckles ready to be released and trying to restrain myself from violence

"Ashley?"

"Don't joke around"

a low but perforating voice, his mouth sealed and I can clearly see how shocked he is upon seeing this side of mine. I left the petrified Yohan, my footsteps echoing on the empty hallway once again.

The sky that was painted in red is now covered in a veil of darkness, the streets illuminated by the streetlights, my ears being bombarded by the roaring of the cars and my body girdled with the winter breeze, snail-paced I stride the street, reminiscing the events occurred on this day; my feelings are scrambled, I hate him? Still, love him? I don't even know anymore. I can't put myself to take things for granted and forget that face he has shown after I left him, a melancholic and regretful expression.