Chapter 5: The Football Team Captain
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I shook my head when I realized I actually froze for a while just by the sight of his name. I admit, he quite caught my attention just now. Like who would not notice a man who just had whistled on you the gate for the first time in my case, plus, coincidentally bumped with you again for the second time around in the corridor.
I don’t wanna put meaning in everything but I couldn’t help to be perturbed on how things works this day, given that I saw his name again in the bulletin board.
Silly thought!
Shaking my head from side to side, I pushed the thought away. Gosh! I am barely starting in my operation of transforming my last year in highschool more fun than it used to, I mean, than it hardly had; and yet I am feeling indecent thoughts like this.
Once I had regained my composure back, I spread my eyes on all the flyers stamped on the bulletin board to check on all available clubs for this year.
Greek and Latin Foreign Learning Club…
Hispanic Foreign Learning Club…
Journalism Club...
My eyes literally sparkles at the sight of foreign language learning clubs. With my five years stay in the school’s library I had had enough time to read on topics concerning the use of different languages around the world, and one of the two best renowned language especially used by ancient scholars like Aristotle, Plato, and Socrates were the Greek and Latin. And I am really fascinated by it that I want to jump into this club.
Yet another book-related club. Still gonna cling on your nerdy habits. My mind intercepted, which instantly made me turn away from it.
I had been stuck in the library work for five years like cocoon that I hardly had the time to explore some other clubs that interest me.
“Ouch!” I shriek a little when I felt someone crashed with my shoulder. I tried to look over my shoulder to see who it was but I could hardly recognize who it was for the crowd had grew larger than when I first get here. Jeez! Did I actually stayed long enough here? I should better decide fast or else I’ll get crushed in the middle.
“Ouch!” I shriek again when I felt being crushed in between but to my surprise someone had put his hand on the both sides of my forearm to push the people away coming from my right and then from my left.
“Mind putting on some distance, you are crushing someone in between,” a low hoarse voice from behind said to the people. Just then, I felt a relief from both sides. Gone are the pushing pressure on both sides. Man, did I just got some kind of knight in shining armor just now?
Oh! Quit the delusion, self. My mind reminded, being always a meanie to me. How could someone stood up for a nerdy like you?
I shook my head yet again. Oh right? I did an actual physical transformation. I guess I am not looking all nerdy and baggy now, my mind has no right to strip me of my hope to be treated like most other girls in my age would be- like a lady of importance...like the school’s queen bees and some sort.
Looking over my shoulder, my eyes widens with what I saw. A tall, probably six footer, tanned skinned with a strong jaw, thick eyebrows, slim lips- good looking guy stood towering me. He has bulky chest and biceps as evident on the tight fitting jersey he was wearing. I am completely dumbfounded with his superior physique.
“Isn’t that Stephen Curts?” Someone on the side mindlessly asked. S-Stephen Curts? Who was that exactly? I mean, his name indeed sound familiar like I’ve seen or heard of his name already, but I couldn’t seem to identify when or when.
Jeez! Maybe he was some sort of of a heartthrob or a famous student here in Montreal, which a nerd like me had had given no chance to met in person or even accidentally collide in the corridor, for all I did was study, study, and study.
As for my vacant time, it made no difference. I just shut myself within the four corners of the library. Who could I even had had a chance to know more about the real situations of the school in a social perspective?
Gosh! Why am I starting to feel remorse on the things I’ve done in the past? Snow, I am starting to think whether that authorless book that I’ve found was a blessing or was it a curse to push me on the corner and regret on how I lived my highschool life in such a boring and dullest way possible.
“Omo! Yes, it is Stephen Curts! The one and only football captain and center forward of the Wild Tiger’s Team!” A random girl wearing short skirts from the sides explained with a giggle. She knows quite a lot about this man, making me think she was some sort of a die hard fan.
“And who was that extra girl there?” A girl from another side asked, without trying to conceal her question from me, the very focus of her question.
Crap! Wait-- What?!
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