Of all the exams today, P.E. was the easiest. Well, that was what I thought.
It hadn’t even started yet but I could already catch myself staring at Yana during the warm-up routines. She seemed different today. Still beautiful, but different. Maybe it was the way she tied her hair this time. It was higher than usual, and her bangs were tied with clips, making sure no strand gets over her eyes. I could see from her expression that she was determined to win today.
Win today’s badminton match and she passes the exam, as simple as that. Probably not that simple to her—but it’s not impossible. I believe in Yana!
I think she just noticed I was staring long enough for she threw me a sharp glance in return—just a quick one though—but enough to give me chills. I didn’t look at her again and inste
