Chapter 3: Weird Feeling...


    Leon


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    My mind keeps raging with a big question mark about the man next to me right now. I don’t know why it feels like He has something different inside of him.


    I am one of those men born with such extraordinary sensitivity. Even my sensitivity inside is more remarkable than others, so sometimes it makes me different from my friends.


    Sometimes I can sense that something terrible is going to happen, and a few minutester, it is. My ssmate fell into the sewer, but I don’t know for sure if it was because of my feelings or not.


    But the bottom line is that I was born with something different inside of me. It felt like something was tickling me from head to toe, but I didn’t know what it was.


    It’s just a feeling I like to overthink this.


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    The man on my right was silently watching Mr. Daniel, who was busy exining today’s cultural arts assignment.


    I’m usually always focused and passionate about art and art lessons, but today it feels like the clouds are covering me. I can’t focus when there’s a boy on my right.


    I nced in the direction where David was; even though I pretended not to see him, I think he knew I was currently ncing at him.


    You could say that he is handsome and has a proportional face that fits him well. Sometimes I feel that some people’s faces don’t match theirs.


    I am one of those people who suit my face. My opinion.


    “Alright, all of you can do the assignment I just exined and collect it before recess!” Mr. Daniel said to all the students in this ss.


    ‘I’m dead! What was exined by Mr. Daniel? Why do I not understand at all the exnation exined by Mr. Daniel? More precisely, I did not listen and was less focused on the lessons exined by Mr. Daniel.’ I thought, confused.


    I feel like David knows I’m confused because I can think that he’s watching me right now.


    Watch me gripping my colored pencil tightly and wiggling my feet hard under the table. And that’s one of my weaknesses; I’m very quickly nervous if there’s something ufortable on my mind.


    “Hey, are you okay?” David asked me gently.


    I didn’t feel like answering his question, but as if my head was turning towards him, I spread a smile on my face at him, then my lips seemed to move on their own to answer David’s question.


    “I didn’t focus on the exnation from Mr. Daniel, so I was baffled about what task he was given?” I said spontaneously to David.


    Fuck! I especially pulled my face when I finished saying those words because I’m not a person who likes to make small talk with other people, especially with new students.


    But it feels like this time I failed because everything has happened, and I can’t stop myself from always answering questions from David.


    This man must have something in him that I don’t know.


    “So Mr. Daniel just exined that we have to draw someone who is in love!” David replied, smiling at me; his eyes narrowed, and his smile widened as he finished his sentence.


    I swear I died. Why is this man’s smile so different from other men’s? My heart beats so fast when I see his smile.


    Especially after hearing thest sentence of his words, “In love,” in my head right now is just a couple who are making love and kissing in the park. Do I have to draw it?


    “Oh, thank you!” I replied softly then I nodded my head, smiling at David.


    Since when did I act like a girl blushing to a guy who was currently staring at her face? fuck. That is not me!


    Without looking back in the direction where David was, I decided to draw the assignment given by Mr. Daniel.


    I slowly closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and let it out. Then it was time to put some ink on my drawing book.


    When I was concentrating on a work that I was about to produce, it felt like the world around me stopped instantly; I could feel every second of any movement around me. And that can make me calm to draw and produce good works.


    ‘RING!!!’


    I gasped and put down my colored pencils when I heard the recess bell ringing. I didn’t think the arts and culture lessons had to be finished quickly.


    It seemed only half an hour, but the recess bell had rung.


    Fortunately, the work I inscribed just now has beenpleted.


    I smiled widely as I looked at the work in front of me, holding it proudly and ready to collect it.


    “Wow, Gorgeous!” David said while looking in the direction where my work was.


    I slowly looked up at him, then gave him a big smile. This is the first time I have received apliment from someone else.


    “Really?” I asked him.


    “Yeah, this is the most beautiful drawing I’ve ever seen,” David replied, shing a smile back at me.


    This is the first time it feels like my soul is flying into the air, leaving my body in the art ss this is the first time other people have praised me because the one who usually praises my work is only Mr. Daniel.


    I have always cherished Mr. Daniel in my heart because he is the one who always appreciates my work.


    But this time, it feels like someone is rebelling against being included in the list of notable people in my heart because David said those words that made me incredibly ttered.


    I got up from my seat, then slowly gathered my work for Mr. Daniel.


    “This is Sir!” I said to Mr. Daniel while putting my picture on the table.


    “Wow, that’s great, Leon!” Said Mr. Daniel, who made me float back in the air.


    I immediately turned around without answering his ttery and hurried back to my seat.


    “BUGH!”


    But unfortunately, I didn’t realize that behind me, there were people who were also queuing up to collect the picture.


    My body collided with him, my head hit his broad chest, then my legs which were previously forward, swayed to the side so that my weight was resting on the side.


    ‘Fuck! isn’t veryfortable! Will I fall in front of the ss? Seen by all my ssmates!. Hell no.’ I thought, worried.


    ‘HAP!’


    But it feels like what I’m thinking doesn’t match reality because right now, I feel that my body is supported by strong arms that wrap around my waist.


    “Are you okay?” he asked in his deep hoarse voice, echoing in my head.