• Chapter 6: Tomorrow then.

    Weeks passed by and I was growing more and more uneasy about this. Why did I give it so much thought? I do not know. What I do know is that this is the first thing I have ever hid from Miles: This uneasiness of mine. He probably noticed already and he is just letting me be but still, its better this way. I do not want him to worry about me.

    However, it has been going bad for me. I have passed sleepless nights just thinking about them. Purplish circles began appearing under my eyes and now I skip breakfast everyday though I did learn something. The new student that arrived that day was in fact the blond person with the innocent look I saw back then. His name was Nolan Walter. He is my same age. The other boy with sandy hair was his older brother, Grant Walter. He was a grade above, a senior.

    However, what is the use of knowing this if it does not help in any way? I have never seen their faces but I feel like we have met before. Still, how could have we met!? Is it possible for someone to forget such beautiful faces?! Not even those with short-term memory loss!!!

    At the same time, I was too afraid out to go and asked. Even if I had the advantage of requesting for an explanation about our previous encounter, I still did not have the guts. I cannot handle myself before beautiful faces. I will only end up doing like I did when I saw that boy in front of my studio a few years ago: like an idiot or like I did when I saw Miles without glasses.

    Miles got his looks too. I have seen him without glasses before, but the time is rare and only for a few seconds. The day he came with his contacts, all the girls, including me, were awe-struck. Even though I already knew Miles was good looking; I never thought it was this shocking. I avoided him all day afraid I will come and say something stupid.

    So one day, a typical day with all my worries, the bell rang and everyone packed their things for lunch. I had fallen asleep on my desk and when everyone left the room, Miles sat next to me and jerked me awake.
    -"Hm?"- I half opened my eyes and saw his smile. I sat up straight, stretched my arms, and rubbed my back. -"What did I miss?"- I asked not interested. I already knew I missed half a period of Home Economics.
    -"I don't know. That's what I want to ask you."- He said with a serious tone. I turned to him with the question clear in my eyes. -"Ky, how long do you expect me to be wondering what's wrong with you? I mean, it is obvious you have not slept in days. You look skinnier then usual, obvious because of the lack of breakfast. You were not like this, Ky. I want to know now, what's going on?"- Despite the fact, he had a serious look. I could see deep within his eyes he was suffering. Do I really seem as destroyed as he said I did? I felt sorry for him but I do not wish to tell him. I will just evade him... as I always do for unanswered questions.
    -"I was just sulking."- He looked at me strangely. -"My grandmother died during this time of year."- I continued. He sighed in annoyance.
    -"Ky, it's obvious you're lying. We've been together many years and I've never seen you like this... even if it is around this time of year."-

    Shoots! He saw right through me. Guess he is not the same Miles from long ago. I gave him a half-hearted smile.
    -"I can take care of myself."- I lied. I stood up and walked outside the classroom.

    When I stepped outside, the hallways were already empty. The students probably left for lunch but I need to do something. Perhaps our school's guidance counselor, Mr. Gillian, can help me. I have never really talked to him before but I have seen him previously. I walked swiftly down the hall until I reached the door labeled "Social Works". I knocked tree times and opened the door.
    -"Hello?"- I asked before I peeked inside.
    -"Yes, come in."- A serene masculine voice asked. Surprised by the sudden change Mr. Gillian’s voice took, I entered just to find, not Mr. Gillian, but in fact an amazingly attractive professor.

    What is it all of a sudden the school is crowded with shockingly beautiful people!? At this rate, I will not be able to talk to anyone. -"Please, take a seat."- He smiled as he gestured to the chair in front of him. Without removing my sight from his features, I sat down quietly in front of his desk. He had long, cherry wood brown hair that reached the core of his neck. It was styled in a professional way but it still had its manly, glossy touch to it. He wore frameless glasses, making him look like a genius and a convincing smile. If he were my sales clerk, with such smile, I would buy anything but still; he did not seem thirty, or twenty. In fact, I would not be surprised if he were my age. -"How may I help you today?"- I shook my head quickly, trying somehow to avoid his face.
    -"Um... uh..."- I was looking down at the floor. I knew that if I looked up, I would have babbled either like an idiot or blush like a groupie. But he just sat there, with his feet planted on the ground and his hands folded together on the top of the desk. He smirked and turned his sight to his computer.
    -"While you manage the words, I'll be working on my reports."- He said jiggling the mouse. He looked away. I turned my face and bit my lip.
    -"Um... w-where's Mr. Gillian?"- I asked. My voice was trembling. It sold me out. He was definitely going to turn and look at me now. I looked down at the floor quickly again.
    -"He's uh unavailable... on a trip actually. Something came about and he had to take flight."- He said, still facing his laptop, to my surprise. I lifted my head and noticed he was not finished. -"I'm the intern here. Therefore, he left me in charge. I am Darious-Darious Walter."- He extended his hand without lifting his sight from the monitor. I hesitated. What would happen if our skins got contact? Still, he already stretched his hand. I gulped hard and cautiously lifted my hand from my lap. When we shook, I noticed his hand was dry but then I realized it was just my sweaty hand. How embarrassing.

    But wait a minute...
    Darious Walter?
    -"If you don't mind me asking, do you by any chance know Nolan and Grant Walter?"- Now, he looked up at me. He folded his laptop and turned on his chair into the same position he was previously.
    -"Yes, yes I do. In fact, they are my younger siblings."- He winked at me. I did not understand what he meant by that. -"Why? Are you a friend of them?"-
    I was definitely not a friend. Not close, even if I wanted to. But this man and I, we were on different levels here. I feel as if I were talking to a celebrity.
    -"No..."- I finally answered after thinking it through. -"I just overheard about them. That's all."- I lied.

    So funny, I came here to solve exactly that problem and now I find out that they are related to him. It's like dropping gasoline in a fire when you think it's water.
    So now what?
    I am already here. I looked at his pure hazel eyes. He was still waiting for me to continue. -"I-I can't do this."- I confessed. -"I just can't say it."- He smiled, to my surprise.
    -"Very well. Here's what: Tonight, try to write it down and tomorrow I'll pass by at the third period and we will come here."- I was not sure if that was good idea but I really needed to tell someone; someone who does not know me; someone who as soon as the problem has been resolved, will immediately just forget. Moreover, this man was the right person. I nodded and stood up. I turned on my heels and walked to the door.
    -"Hey wait."- His lavender voice called. I stopped without turning. -"I must have your name and group."- Of course he needed them. I heard him open a drawer and heard the sound of paper and the click of a pen. -"Go on."- He ordered.
    -"Class C..."- I heard the loud scribble of the pen tracing on the paper. I turned my head and saw he was waiting for me to continue. -"K-Kyra Blue..."- He was not writing. I turned completely and saw his eyes wide opened in surprised. He smiled apologetically and wrote the name down.

    Confused, I opened the door.
    -"Kyra, wait."- He called. I turned hesitantly to him. He was standing with his arm stretched out. He hesitated as well. -"Its okay, never mind."- He lowered his hand and sat down again. -"Tomorrow then."- He said as he opened his laptop again. I nodded. Disappointed, I left the office. What was it that he wanted to say? I hate it when people do that, especially good-looking ones.