Chapter 11:Poems

Days passed by like a whirlwind. I even didn't noticed that it has been weeks since school started here.

But events didn't changed, though. I've seen Lucas almost everyday with his bees lingering around the school like some popular gang or something.

But I cannot deny the fact that he really looks so charming even though he pisses me off sometimes. I can see from afar that he's being kind and gentleman to girls.

Sometimes, he visits our classroom. I don't know but I really got a feeling that he's flirting with the girl seated in front of me. Or maybe be just wants to be the center of attention which he has a long time ago.

Honestly, inn those cases, I can see that he has a kind heart. People are saying that. Even my friend, Allanis, kept on convincing me that.

But one day, I've encountered Lucas when I was peacefully walking near our locker room.

"I didn't know you're this short," he said as he eyes me from head to foot.

Seriously. He approached me just to say that to my face! I can't say that he was wrong. In fact, it is one hundred percent sure. I'm only 5'5 and he's almost six foot tall!

But the fact that he has to slam it right into my face, made me so furious.

And it wasn't even the last time. He made it actually a hobby to come near me just to throw different kinds of insults.

That's why he never got out of my mind. Because of my annoyance towards him, amazement, and to the top curiosity.

So one day, when I was sitting on the peaceful concrete bench on a windy afternoon, I decided to practice writing poems.

And my chosen topic was him.

I tried. I tried to apply what Allanis is teaching me. I even attempted to write a piece like hers but it just doesn't fit. Her writing level is just too much to reach as of now.

And speaking, because of her, I discovered my love for the ocean, the moon, the stars, and heavenly bodies. In no time, I was already attached to it.

It's as if it was made to make me calm and serene. It makes me feel happy and it reminds me that life is really beautiful even with the darkness and chaos around us.

I couldn't forget about those things. Just like how I couldn't forget about Lucas even for a freaking hour.

So I tried to make one about him.

I remember his eyes who lingers through mine whenever we see and walk pass by each other.

I remember his eyes, even though it's pissing me off, I can feel calmness somehow.

Just like the waves, it takes away my tiredness. Even though that sometimes, he's the reason why I'm tired physically and mentally.

But as I said, one look at his beautiful eyes, thise things fade away. Just sounds like these waves, even though I can't figure out what their message conveys, my soul is at rest.

As a matter of fact, it took me half an hour to finish a freaking short poem.

'Ocean

Thoughts are tangled

inside my head

Your eyes explored mine,

I couldn't comprehend.

Just like the waves

making sounds undefined

yet pleasing to the soul,

pleasing what's mine.

I call it your ocean eyes

getting lost with mine,

getting everything my heart desires.'

I'm actually satisfied with it. Though I'm nit sure if it will satisfy my friend.

I smiled to myself and decided to make another one.

Now, I thought about his attitude. How he treated me complicatedly like how complicated his personality is.

I want to befriend him. I can't say as of now that I want it more than that because I just literally met him weeks ago! I hate to admit it but I'm really attracted to him. I wouldn't call it 'love' because we're too young to even unders what it truly means. I'm just really sad that he treats me differently from other girls.

Complicated

Art can be somehow complicated

Evey line, and every shape that was painted.

But darling even if you confuse me

You will be the art of my world's greatest gallery.

I became extremely distracted by the fun and serenity writing brings, I almost forgot about the time.

I would probably be marked as absent on my next school subjects if it wasn't for Allanis who texted me.

Did I forgot to mention that she was on a 'date' with some guy that's why I ate lunch alnoe?

I collected my journal, a few ballpens, and tellow pad and tucked it into my bag. I almost frowned when I realized that crumpled paers are everywhere near me. There are some at the table, the benck, and even on the grassy floor.

I gathered all of it and carried it with my two hands since their are just to many of it.

I just planned to find a trash bin on my way back to my classroom since our teachers forbids us to have one inside.

I chose to take a longer path. If I walk on the corridors where the large crowd is, the papers on my hand might fall and it will take me double time and I'm already running late.

When I came at the near canteen, I took a step inside to search for a bin but I almost hesitated when I saw Lucas' flock on the table near one. Our eyes immediately met.

My heart thumped loudly when the words I wrote for him lingered in my mind.

I took a sigh and just decided to go near them to throw my trash away rather than look for another one and be late for class.

As I walked, I saw three papers fell down to the floor. I ignored it and just devided to throw this buch first before I pick them up and throw it again.

I am almost nearing their place when he suddenly stood up. He caught his friends' attention and some were even asking where he is going.

My pace slowed down when he was already inched away from me and I swallowed the lump on my throat as I tried to walk without my knees trembling.

But he walked past me and that's when I realized that I wasn't breathing. I inhaled and just threw the trash on the bin.

I was about to pick up the three fallen ones when I felt a hot body behind me. His scent attacked my nose and I immediately knew who it was.

I saw Lucas's hands threw the three yellow papers and I realized what it was.

Those were my papers. I got all in a twitter when I overthought that he might've opened the papers. I wasn't even sure if I put his name in their or I am just really guilty and embarrassed that I wrote poems about him.

Shucks.