Chapter 2
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I don't usually have breakfast before heading for school but today I need the energy to survive the havoc designed in black ink with white background that has the power to determine whether or I'm worthy of achieving my dreams. Dreams, what a fancy thing for me to say ? I'm sure that paper will just prove to me how much of a wandering soul I am 😠even dreams get lost when physics strangles you and decides you're not gonna be the next Isaac Newton or Albert Einstein.
I had a sandwich and a cup of coffee for breakfast and rushed to the bus stop so I don't miss the bus. I have a list of busses I take and do not take when going to school. But today I'll be taking Fynnland for the first time because yesterday I realized it also goes past my school. Within 5 minutes of waiting it arrives and I get in pay and take a seat somewhere not too far from the door in cases the gets full so I'd be able to leave easily since my school is closer compared to other people's destinations on the bus. I decided to take out my physics exercise to finish off my last minute cramming of all the laws and principles within our syllabus and look at some long forgotten examples for calculations we once did in class while the bus is on the move.
I don't know what it is that suddenly makes me lift my eyes when the bus has stopped at one of the bus stops to pick a few students. They fell on this one exceptional guy in glasses, with thin pink lips and few pimples there and there making him more attractive than he already is. His short haircut looks good on him with its soft waves. He isn't white or colored but just a black guy with contrasting skin tone and one of God's best creations thus far. I find myself swallowing saliva and my mind forming uninvited thoughts filled with desire and so many more foreign yet erotic feelings. Upon realization I lower my gaze and and look back at the exercise book in my hands. I look back up and realize he has taken a seat on the first seat on the right row by the window and reading something on his book .
His glasses and natural physique making it a 10/10. I always felt a little attracted towards nerds but not this much. Not so much that I'd literally undress them with my gaze it always been just a spark I don't dare explore, I hide away from and keep it buried within me because I know inviting a guy closer is like inviting unwanted problems. Im not sure whether any of these sparks have ever been mutual but I have been court by guys before and I turned them down. But with this one guy a few seats away from mine it feels different, it's like all of Isaac Newton's forces are pulling me towards him and somehow I find myself leaving behind my current seat and going to take the one besides him. 'Hello', I greet him softly. He glances up at me for a moment before responding. And damn guy is even hotter up close but before I get lost again in him he looks back in his book and I realize it's written in Afrikaans and I don't understand a single word written there. Personality and honestly speaking the language is no different from Chinese to me. He is not an Afikaaner. He is from the same ethnicity as me, we just happen to have different skin tones. I notice his name and surname on his book cover, neatly written Aiden Brown. I don't know what's funny in the book because I find him smiling and damn the way those thin lips stretch to reveal the most perfect white teeth. It's like it's mocking my homo habilis kinda teeth that require a few centuries to fully evolve. The sad reality takes me back to the physics struggles that await me. Each MCQ a marathon and each +4 mark calculation seems like an Armani tailored tux but is infact a suicide attempt not even worthy the effort Relay Jeans put in designing their cheapest piece of clothing because the only mark I know I'll be receiving are those from cramming the correct first formula and it's substitution to recieve my 1/4 or 2/4. Not that I'm dumb though, I'm just not really talented with complex calculation that require the level best of critical thinking. I just try my level best to pass and hopefully it would get better next year.
Soon enough the bus gets to school and I board off.... with a heavy heart thinking it might be my last time seeing mr pretty face.
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