At the entrance gate of the prestigious bridge-crossers High school. A tall, Brown skinned, and brown haired guy stepped out of the black S.U.V and unto the school ground. His expensive uniform and confident stride command the current attention of the whole premises, as the son of a wealthy merchant, Liam Spencer, the said guy was used to getting whatever he wanted. His father was the C.E.O. of the popular Olympic company, who was widely recognised for the importation and exportation of resources.
He moved further away from the car and pretended as if he didn't notice the gloomy stares of the students. He marched through the hallway and into his classroom. His father just got him enrolled the previous day.
Upon reaching the classroom, accompanied by the blushing students who wished they could at least touch him or be their classmates. Standing like a statue for a few seconds, he scanned the whole room for an empty seat before making his way toward the back.
Liam's arrival at the school sparked like a flurry of whispers and speculations.
"Who was this mysterious new student?"
"Look at him. He is so hot and handsome!"
Other students asked one another without any of them able to provide a well detailed answer, especially the girls. They just couldn't help but feel very much intrigued by the enigmatic newcomer.
Liam's wealth and privilege were evident by the way he carried himself to his seat. He navigated the school's social hierarchy as he took his seat, and he seemed to effortlessly charm his way past obstacles.
All of a sudden, his gaze unexpectedly landed on a particular girl with long, curly black hair and bright pupils. She was smiling with her friend and unlike the rest. This girl was the only one not staring at him since his arrival. She feels calm and soft hearted like it was a normal student arrival.
Liam sudde felt a jolt of interest. He couldn't help but stare at this particular girl, and subconsciously, the girl looked up all of a sudden, catching up Liam's eyes.
For a moment, they just stared at each other, with the rest of the classroom fading to the background.
Liam felt his face heated up, and he quickly looked away, trying to play it cool, but he couldn't shake off the feeling that he had just experienced somet special.
Liam decided to shake off the feeling as he reminisced about the previous day. He noticed that his transfer to the school was sudden and mysterious, even to himself, his father's business dealings had bought them to this new town, but Liam suspected there was more to the story.
As he began to navigate the surroundings, he noticed himself drawn to the girl who seemed to be hiding secrets of her own. He realised that winning over her won't be so easy.
In the next moment, Mrs Johnson, the biology teacher, walked gracefully to the classroom. She was a curt woman about 168cm tall with a curly brown hair lining with a subtle hints of grey, often styled in a neat Bob. She was dressed in a comfortable elegant outfit with a subtle pattern and a mix of bright colours, which made her look like she was in her early 30s, whereas she was in her late 40s.
Mrs Johnson immediately began the teaching, causing the sounds of chatter and shuffling of papers to fill the air.
Liams eyes drifted toward the girl again. She was sitting a few rows ahead of him. He felt a flutter in his chest as their eyes met again for a few moment.
Mrs Johnson began to explain the day's lesson, writing on the whiteboard in bold letters
"PHOTOSYNTHESIS, THE PROCESS OF PLANT GROWTH,"
Liam tried to focus on the complex diagram unfolding before him, but his attention was hijacked by the snickers and stared from his classmates. He felt his face heated up as he tried to concentrate on the teachers words.
Mrs Johnson was explaining how plants convert light energy to chemical energy, but Liam's mind kept wandering back to the girl.
"Why did she have to sit so close to him?"
He could feel her presence, even when he wasn't looking directly at her.
As the lesson progressed, Liam found himself zoning out, his pencil tapped idly on his notebook. He knew he needed to pay 6 his brain seemed to have other plans.
However, as Mrs Johnson continued her explanation on the process of photosynthesis. Liam's eyes sneakily drifted back toward this girl again the third time. He felt his heart pounding so hard like it was being heated like a metal. This particular girl's cheek flushed in a light pink, and she quickly looked away with her long hair falling like a curtain around d her face.
Liams pencil stepped nervously on his notebook as he tried to focus on the diagram. He found himself wondering what the girl was also thinking, whether she was feeling the same awkwardness he was also feeling.
Mrs Johnson became a distant hum as Liam's gaze drifted back to the girl. He watched as she scribbled notes in her binder with her hand moving with a fluid grace that captivated him. Liam notes were a jumbled mess of random words and doddles, which was a testament to his inability to focus.
As the lesson wore on, Liam's distraction kept on growing. He felt like he was stuck in a trance, unable to tear his eyes away from this mysterious girl. Mrs Johnson's voice, the rustling of papers, and the occasional snickers from his classmates all blended together into a distant background noise.
"Liam, can you tell me the role of a chlorophyll in photosynthesis?" Mrs Johnson asked, with her voice piercing the fog in Liam's brain
Liam's eyes suddenly snapped back to the whiteboard with his mind racing as he tried to remember the answer, but all he could think about was the girl in a few seat ahead of him and the way she was looking at him with an expectant smile.
"Uh.. chlorophyll.. um.. helps plant to absorb light?" Liam stammered with his face burning up with embarrassment.
Mrs Johnson expression was kind but firm. She threw a perky look at him and mumbled
"That's partially correct, Liam, but can you tell me more on how chlorophyll works..?"
Liam's eyes darted toward the girl, who was now watching him with a picture of amusement and concern. He felt he was sinking deeper into quick sand, being unable to escape the weight of his own distraction.
"Um.. I.. " Liam stammered again, not even knowing the right word to utter at the pressing moment, especially when all eyes were on him
"Don't worry, boy, have your seat, you already tried..."
Mrs Johnson voice sounded so much relieving. He silently took his seat, and the lesson progressed. It was like the whole class was waiting for his downfall, but he was lucky to be saved. He feels like the whole drama was a setup..
As the teacher, Mrs Johnson, began the lesson again, Liam's mind started to wander, and he gazed out through the window, watching leaves rustles gently in the breeze, but then something inside him clicked, he remembered the promise he made to himself to Improve his grades, Liam took a deep breath, sat up straight, and refocused his attention on Mrs Johnson and the whiteboard.
TO BE CONTINUED.