A/N:
Sorry for late updates. I was thinking of what to write. I came up with a short four-part series.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my ramblings here.
Exam Week: Cramming [Part 1/4]
The only sounds dominating the library are rifling papers and pencils being scribbled on paper. Occasionally, one can hear someone mumbling complex chemistry formulas out loud, and you can expect more than a handful of students trying to concentrate on reviewing their notes to glare at him and shushing.
I ran a hand through my longish hair and let out a sigh. I've been taking notes madly for the last couple of hours, trying to cram in as much information as my grey cells would take. I'm pretty lousy in my physics, but I need to pass the basics.
Forcing myself to focus, I grabbed my pen and started to do another round of solutions. Feeling something sticky and liquidy on my palms, I looked down, puzzled. Did I touched something wet? To my horror, the pen began to bleed ink on my hands.
I swore. Loudly.
And as soon as the words were out of my mouth, I realized what I did and clamped my ink stained hands to my mouth.
Big mistake. Shit!
SSSHHH! Several students staged whispered. A few even let out a, "Can't a guy review in peace?" Even the librarian was glaring at me.
I sat down. I can hear a few sniggers in front of me as I frantically wiped rapidly drying ink from my mouth and making a further mess. I groaned.
"Here."
I looked up and saw Kyoko Hori handing a wad of wet tissues to me. I quickly grabbed them, not forgetting to thank her profusely as I used the tissues to wipe the icky stuff from my mouth.
I can tell she's trying not to laugh, the corners of her mouth twitching.
"How bad is it?" I asked hoarsely. I could feel the tips of my ears turning red.
"Come on." She giggled, "Let's get you cleaned up."
She held out her hand, grabbing a couple of my books while I slung my backpack over my shoulder. I reached out and felt her warm fingers close over my hand.
We were out of the library in seconds.
Her brown hair flowed like shiny waterfall behind her shoulders; I was mesmerized by her green apple scent as we slowly made our way to the restrooms.
I looked down and saw that ink has now stained her hands. I froze. Her pristine hands are now dirty, no thanks to me.
"Don't worry."
She smiled warmly, eyes twinkling, when she realized what made me pause, squeezing my hand in reassurance. Sunlight streamed behind her, making a sort of glowing outline of her body. "I know a trick on how to remove them." She turned again, pulling me behind her, my legs instinctively following her willingly. To the ends of earth even.
I looked down at our hands, my heart thumping so loud, I am adraid it would burst out of my chest. I felt the overwhelming urge to just grab her and sweep her off her feet. It made me fall in love with her deeper. She doesn't mind my ink staining her hands. It made me realize how much I wanted to stain her life with my awkward colors. When the time comes that I plucked up the courage to confess to her, I hope she will let me blend into her rainbow-filled world.
A/N: Let me know what you think.