Be My Boyfriend

“I want you to be my boyfriend.”

At that moment my heart was in my mouth. What is she sayingggg!!!

5 hours ago:

I am Wil Dunkfeld. Sitting on my window seat on the left column. Slouched. Head on table, looking riiiight outside~. What does thou haveth to learn from this tiny room? See the world and learn! Thus my eyes were peered on the tree. A bird sat! The teacher is writing pages after pages of math… I couldn’t even care to open my notebook… Just don't notice me now, sir…!

But today wasn't normal as usual.

“Haah…”, I sighed and turned my head like a worm to my right. With dim eyes I asked, “So?”, to the white-haired girl who was staring at me for a while with sharp eyes.

“...Why aren't you writing?”, she sounded irritated. And was that red blush on her cheeks? Are you even allowed to do make-up in school?

“Will take from someone.”

“Wil! Come here.”, the teacher called.

As I went to the front, he gave me the marker and told me to solve the problem from where he left off.

Fortunately it was maths. …Now the range… minus pi to pi… And done!

“If you can solve it, does not mean you can talk with someone else in class. Next you will be not welcome in class if you disturb. Is that clear, Wil?”

“Yes sir.”

“Go.”

“...Sorry.”, she said in a low voice after I took my seat. This time I stared at her face with seriousness, brows closer, but no word escaped.

A little background check on her:

She is Katherine Vulks. Transferred a week ago in our class. Her father was transferred here, so the entire family shifted.

Buuuuuut, that's not our only connection. I know her. She is my cousin.

“Fssh.”

Ugh!! What's her problem?!!

It was the last class: English Language C.

I slowly turned to her, donning another serious face.

Before I could even look at her, something hit my face, I blinked.

She had thrown a paper ball on me.

This girl!

We were good friends I guess. Family gatherings were fun. Until… two months ago. We started having more fights. And it all started when she told me she got her first bf. I don't know, I just felt irritated, maybe bitter.

The paper ball wasn't tightly made.

Her eyes turned big and kept on directing towards the ball like a lighthouse guiding with its light.

I unfolded it.

Oh!

Miss Kathy… wants to meet outside now?

“Sir, may I go to the washroom?”, she asked, standing up. The entire class is looking at her. Was she such an attraction?

“Yes.”, Mr. Hobbins replied.

She left, not before giving me one last look over her shoulders from the door.

“Sir, may I go to the washroom?”, I did the same.

I am not a pushover.

She was standing at the end of the corridor.

Beautiful white hair. Pale face. Slim. Proper clothes. An icy expression(only for me nowadays) which is mostly sweet with a smile(except when with me nowadays). Recently wearing blush maybe, or I saw wrong.

She was looking at me. As I realized I looked back at her deep emerald green eyes, my heart… didn't feel good.

“What is it, Kathy?”

“I needed to talk about something very important.”, her face taut.

“...Couldn't we speak after class?”

“It would be very crowded then.”

“Okay.”

“Become my boyfriend.”