CHAPTER 5- A MOMENT WITH HIM

  "Hey", Ethan whispered as he stood in front of me. I could not help but keep staring at him, as my mouth was partially opened. To say I was 'shocked' again is the right word to use.

  " Can I sit beside you?" He asked politely, bending a little with a book held by him, but all I could do was blink my eyes, wondering why Ethan was in front of me.

   "Ahem," he faked a cough, drawing me out of my trance. "Sure, you can sit beside me," I finally found my voice as he took a chair beside me as I  slowly returned my gaze to my book.

  

  "Are you okay? You just kept staring at me as if you wanted to swallow me whole," he mumbled. He is quite a good character that deserves a 'pretending award'.He might be a chameleon but I am the opposite,' I thought as an idea crept into my brain

"Are you a chameleon that suddenly changes color 'out of the blues'?,' I asked and he chuckled, flipping through the New School Chemistry textbook he was holding.

   He raised his eyes briefly from the pages. "No, I am not a chameleon, I am like a grasshopper that blends with the color of the grasses," Ethan replied and I smiled at his wise reply.

    

    I stood up as I walked slowly towards the next shelf searching for study material.

   "Well then, that means you blend with any situation, either good, bad, happy, sad, as long as you have that mood in you," I said picking up a textbook as I head back to my seat

  "Yeah, I do not like where this conversation is going. It seems you have a lot against me," he said, finally closing the textbook in his hands, his eyes popping out a bit.

  "Why won't I? You acted quite well this morning or have you forgotten? Michaelangelo, you behave girly," I mimicked his voice as he started laughing but stopped when some students looked in our direction. 

   This is a library, he must have forgotten. He moved his chair closer to me as he folded his hands together.

"I am sorry for the drama this morning. And for what I did about five weeks ago, I am sorry. I was just playing around without thinking about the repercussions," he said as he turned his face sideward.

   I looked at him and the only question that came to my mind was 'Why is he just apologizing?' I should forgive him, his eyes look pitiful right now.

  "You are forgiven, I just hope that will never happen again. I am sorry for slapping you," I stated 

  "The slap is justifiable and I must confess your palms are quite soft, "he said and winked at me, as I blushed slightly

    I locked eyes with him narrowly, surprised he said that to me.

" Oh really? Maybe I should slap you again, "I said jokingly, lifting my right hand a little pretending to slap him only for him to hold my wrist and place my palm on the left side of his face.

   My palm making contact with his face left a warm sensation in my body. My breath hitched as I felt my body radiating heat, the stupid part of me losing control of my hand.

  " No, I disagree, your slap is like a death sentence, " he said as I slowly removed my hand from his face.

   He moved closer, as we were a few inches apart, his eyes locking with mine. My eyes beating fast like a 'German machine' as I was wondering why he had such effects on me.

   He finally reached my ear, his warm breath fanning my ear, as his cologne smell entered my nostril, my body almost turning into jelly. If not for my self-control, I would have leaped into his arms.

  "That day, I was not planning to kiss you, I only wanted to whisper and peck you, without anyone knowing. Thanks for forgiving me tho," he whispered before moving back a bit.

   I felt my head trying to get back to normal especially at what he said. He wanted to peck me which was wrong also.

"Jokes apart, I have something I would like to discuss with you, " he said and I looked at him. I could not help but get lost in staring at the person in front of me, as different thoughts started crossing my mind.

  My eyes scanned his cute dark face, full red lips, his Adam's apple that kept bobbling whenever he talked. He has a black eye that'd melt the strongest of ice, his eyelashes inky black, longer and even curlier than most girls.

  My eyes raced to his chest as I noticed he had two of his buttons off which revealed part of his upper chest. I gulped down the lump of saliva in my throat finally concluding that he was the most handsome teen I had ever seen.

 "Hey, is there something wrong with my face or probably my body? he asked as he ran his hands through his face and body bringing more of his charismatic features which I lack.

   I mentally slapped myself for having such ridiculous thoughts on how he looked, as I suddenly felt guilty, my conscience hitting me hard.

  " I hate that look. My hero, why are you looking like a Lucozade? Do you need a boost? "Ethan's voice rang again jolting me out of my tremendous thoughts.

   I put on a bright smile, trying to find my voice.

  " I am sorry for zoning out, a thought came to my mind. As for your discussion, you are free to talk to me. I will be glad to help," I said.

  "Well, a lot of girls have been asking me out lately, and to be honest I do not like any one of them. They wanted me to date them, the pressure is much and I do not know what to do, " he spoke wearing a sober look.

  He is a handsome fellow, making it easy for ladies to fall for him. I just feel a girl asking a boy out is regarded as taboo in this society. Girls should have dignity in this aspect especially if they are teens.

   Feelings come and go like rain. Crush and infatuation are the highest levels of feeling a teen can develop.

  "You see, I cannot decide for you. You are handsome to them and that was why they caught feelings for you. You do not need to degrade them for this or try to play with their feelings by keeping their hopes high. 

  A real relationship is the one you visualize your future with. It has to have a purpose which is MARRIAGE. The teen relationship is not something one should venture into considering the time, effort, commitment, money, compatibility, love, and emotions involved. It is not favorable when you are at an early part of your teenagerdom. You are 15 right?, I asked as he smiled and nodded.

  " You have two choices, either to accept their offers or decline them. Always remember that the choice you make today is yours to make alone and not someone else, "I said as he sighed deeply. I must have gone a little bit overboard with the talk,' I thought.

  " Wow, you are so good at this. I will think about it, " he said 

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    We were on our way back to the class when he asked me if I often raise my hands in the air whenever I am talking and I playfully punched him. I just like raising my hands, it happens voluntarily tho. Raising my hand a little, stretching it, and touching others' bodies is a frequent thing I do. Maybe because I am effeminate.

   We walked toward the class and I told him I would be leaving for Rachel's class. 'Oh, you want to go and meet your girlfriend, I won't like to disturb the reunion, "Ethan mocked and winked at me. I  pulled him back a little and smacked his head.

 "You are thinking too much, Rachael and I are just best friends, understood?" I stated.

   He put in that beautiful smile on his face. "Oh, my world professor, I doubt if you have ever had a crush at all. Maybe you are just a ball of fat, " he said as he sped off.

  My face turned green in anger, as the realization hit me. I have never had a crush on the opposite sex.