The next day I come to school wearing my first newest leggings. Basically, the color is navy blue with the sidelines black. I wear these new leggings with a white tank top with a bright pink/red cardigan. Usually, I don't like to dress up... I just wear jeans and a comfy sweater, but recently, I believe that dressing up from time to time is fun. As I walk to school, my first destination is the bathroom because I get to fix my outfit. When I look in the mirror, I am horrified, because my hair like everywhere. Normally, I wouldn't care about my appearance, but since I am wearing these leggings, at least I have to look good in them no? I end up changing my hairstyle in 6 different ways until there is one that is kinda satisfying. But since my hair is thick, it is harder to smooth down the tips.

As I walk out of the girl's room, my second destination is to see a professor for information about a research paper. As I climb up the stairs, I see Michael walking down the stairs. I should say hello. My little voice suggests.

"Hi." I say softly and I breathe in deeply. My mind is swimming in emotions: What should I say now? but like I just said hi. so... Michael looks up from his papers and when he makes eye contact with me. He gives me a genuine smile. Oh no. He's in a good mood. This might be the end for me.

Michael's POV

When I see Anastasia's round big eyes, I know that what she thinks. She thinks that I might pull off a trick on her. But this time, I'm studying for an exam, so better be prepared next time. I don't stop walking, and I don't say anything, I just leave her stump as I walk away from her.

Anastasia's POV

Really? Is that what's he gonna do after making fun of me the day before? I think. But really, I shrug and walk away. I know that inside of me, I'm flustered by his sudden no-action-just-leave method but I stay strong.

During lunch time, Oliver is with me in a café. Basically, this café is connected to the school, but it's just a small area that the lineup for an order is passed the entrance. Good thing Oliver and I are within the next costumers to order.

"So, Yeah! Basically, the XXX pop quiz was hard. Did you get XXX number?" I ask Oliver.

"No. I got XXX number. And it wasn't that hard, you just have to think a bit longer to get it." Oliver replies back.

"Yeah! But I didn't have the time. The teacher kept saying: '5 more minutes guys! Then you have to stop!' It was stressing me out." I complain. Suddenly, we are the first in line.

"Next please! What's your order?"


After getting our lunches, Oliver has to leave for his class, I walk with him and then leave the school to get hot chocolate.

When I come back to school, I don't think I care anymore how people see me, how the world views me. I just become this whole different person.

Michael's POV

I finish my classes early so I walk out of school to take a breather. My friends and I are just heading to the nearest Starbucks, when I spot Anastasia outside limp walking. Before anyone sees her too, I excuse myself and run to her.

"Hey! Are you okay?" I try to help her. She leans on a tree in a seductive way but unconsciously... Well, at least her eyes were closed.

"Could you walk?" I ask. She suddenly stands up but almost falls. I catch her. Her eyes shoots open and is about to scream.

"A-" I cover her mouth with my hand.

"mmm... ...mmm..." She tries to speak.

"Don't yell. Or else, I'm gonna drop you." Her shock became a smize and then a realization expression.

"UhHi, Michael." She says it sweetly. I don't know but I sigh heavily. I think I was holding my breath there.

"Could you please?" She directs my attention on the ground and then looks at me.

"oh! Yes. Sorry there. You were going to fall." I say rapidly and lift her to her feet.

"Yeah. Thanks." She fixes her outfit. I look up and down...

Anastasia"s POV

As I fix my outfit, I notice that Michael is scanning my outfit. He then nods.

"What?" I ask. But inside of me, I'm so embarrassed.

"Nothing... just that you're outfit is..." He starts that sentence with a fake smile but frowns.

"What? My outfit is..." I ask and expect an answer.

"It's nice!" he turns the frowned face to a genuine smile.

"Liar!" I say in a low voice as we both walk into the school building.