Kissing The Wind

But I said those words because I wanted to slap him the consequences I would face because of his impulsive decisions. I knew. I should not have trusted him in the first place.

He was dumbfounded for a moment, and then he cleared his throat. “Have you talked with Rogie Camero?”

I sneered when I heard that name. “He doesn’t value humanity. That bastard wanted to revoke my scholarship.” I looked at Teacher Anthony. “And you are his accomplice.”

He gulped when our gaze met. “Did he tell you anything?”

“I’m done with that bully. Please let go of my arm.”

Teacher Anthony let go of my arm. “You don’t understand,” he whispered.

“What thing should I understand… I don’t care anymore, Teacher. Thanks for your tutorial offer but what a waste. We would part ways before we could start a thing.”Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

I then walked away from him.

I continued walking towards the school gate, but when I reached the gate, the guards stopped me.

“Cutting class?” one of the guards spat. “Go back to your class, Miss.”

I laughed at myself. How proud you were when you exited the classroom, Sydnee. You forgot that you could not pass through the school gate at class hours!

I heaved a sigh. Maybe it was the reason why my former classmates looked at me expectantly. Maybe they knew that I could not exit the school until dismissal and that I could not stay outside the classroom during class hours or else I would be reprimanded by the perfect. But why should I fear the prefect when I was not an official student anymore?

So I just smiled at the guards and turned around. I walked my way back to the school buildings.

The hallway was still silent. Few students were passing by, and I knew that some of them would go to the restroom and some were ordered to go by a teacher.

With the silence and stillness of the surrounding, I could not help but feel nervous. I never roamed the hallway during class hours because it was forbidden to roam around during class hours.

I bit my lip as I passed the closed classroom doors. I could hear the teachers’ discussion from the outside. I drew a deep breath.

I did not know where to go after leaving the classroom. I should find a place where I could stay while waiting for the time. I should not roam around.

Just when I was about to turn to another hallway, I saw the principal standing at the end of the other hallway. The principal was looking at something, maybe inside an open classroom.

I gulped hard and ran towards a closed door. I twisted the doorknob and opened the door. I entered and closed the door immediately. I even locked it from the inside.

My heartbeat went wild after that incident. I gasped for air then I laughed softly at how silly I was. It was my first time to run away from the principal in fear of being caught.

I shook my head. At least I experienced what those students who cut class had experienced. I sighed again.

I turned around to inspect the room I’ve entered into. I knotted my brows as I roamed my eyes around. It was familiar, but I could not name what room I had entered.

The surrounding was dark, but there’s a little light that’s coming from the gap in the window, and it was enough for me to see the whole room.

The silence was deafening, not until I heard steady footsteps from the outside of the room. I held me breathe. I knew that it was the principal’s footsteps. I closed my fist and eyes and I did not breathe until I could no longer hear those frightening footsteps.

I gasped for air as I raised my hand to touch my chest. I had held my breath longer. Well, the principal’s footsteps were constant, and I was afraid that the principal could hear me breathing inside the room. That would be a disaster.

When my heartbeat had calmed down, I decided to tour the whole room. It was a big room full of the canvas. There was a lot of blank canvas, and there were also those that were covered with paint.

I walked past them as I tried to look at each painting carefully. I then concluded that the room I had entered into was the art club’s private room. But why it was not locked?

Then, I heard footsteps from behind me. My eyes grew wide and I turned around. I saw Rogie as he was walking closer to me.

I stepped back as my heart raced. How did he enter the room? Why I didn’t hear him opening the door?

“What are you doing here?” I asked and looked away.

He stood in front of me and his lips curved into a thin smile. “I should be the one asking you that, Sydnee. You entered this room in a hurry and roamed around like you’re part of the art club team.”

I pursed my lips into a thin smile and glared at Rogie. “Don’t worry. You won’t see me again the next day so don’t bother hiding your disdain. We’re alone in this room.”

He squinted his eyes on me. “Do you see me as your bully?”

“Why? Do you expect me to see you as my hero after you’ve bullied me for how many times?”

He drew a deep breath. “Look, Sydnee, I’m sorry for the things I’ve done to you. Let’s call a truce, shall we?”

I was dumbfounded by his words. I never expected him to say sorry but then, I huffed. “No,” I said firmly and looked away. I even crossed my arms against my chest.

He stared at me for seconds and then smiled sheepishly. “You should accept my apology.”

I rolled my eyes. “You call that apology?” I smiled fakely at him. “You don’t know how to apologize, Rogie.”

Of course, I would not expect him to apologize truthfully. He was not raised like common people, and I bet that he was taught to not apologize to someone. He was an heir after all. What should I expect?

He knotted his brows and raised one. “How to apologize then?” he asked, sarcasm was in his voice.

Hah. I was right. He did not know how to truly apologize to someone. I smiled at him. “You want to apologize? Then, you need to do some things first.”

He pursed his lips. “What things?”

“Buy me a sandwich.” I grinned. “Buy me white roses. Greet me every day. Protect me from bullies.”

He laughed. “Easy.”

I squinted my eyes at him. I knew that he would not do it so I told him even more silly things. Just to piss him off.