2 FDL 1

Isa

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In my dream, a silhouette of a boy standing in front of me turned and silently walked away. I saw a glimpse of his hair gracefully swaying as the darkness swallowed him. What's the meaning of this dream? Is it bad luck? Like a bad omen? I hope it's just a weird dream.

"Kiss kiss fall in love!~"

I woke up with the sound of my phone alarm, signaling that it's time for me to wake up.

"Maybe you're my love!~"

I didn't turn off my alarm and listened to my favorite anime opening which I set as my alarm tone. How I wish to have my own Tamaki while we dance under the cherry blossom tree. (Even though I ship Haruhi with Hikaru)

It was all fiction. Love stories like that only exists in the fiction world.

Anyways, today is the first day of my senior high school life. I don't feel any excitement knowing what kind of people there are in my school.

It's not like I'm being bullied in school or something. They don't even know me. To them, I am non-existent.

I remember being absent for two weeks because my grandfather died. I didn't even receive condolences nor someone texting me if I'm okay. All I had was a dry phone.

"If your absence doesn't affect them, your presence never mattered," I said staring at myself in the mirror. A loud sigh can be heard in all corners of the room.

After my best friend moved out, I have become lonely. We lost contact with each other.

Shaking my head to forget those thoughts, I once again checked myself in the mirror after I was done getting ready for school.

My brown hair is tied in a tight messy bun. I really don't like my bun messy but I can't help it, some strands of my hair can't reach the hair tie.

I texted my parents that I'll be going. They're in a business trip right now; it has almost been a week.

My school is 30 minutes away on foot. Since it's my first day, I'll just use the bus to go to school.

I was kind of early for someone who is not excited for the first day.

I'll just walk around and see if anything has changed.

I stared at the school's clock, it wasn't moving— as usual.

I silently walked to my newly assigned classroom.

There were a lot of people in the room already; it was far from what I expected. It was still early, but mostly everyone is here. I just know there would be new students because we have lots of vacant seats. The new ones must be in the registrar's office.

"Hi!" A not-so-familiar voice whispered in my ear that sent shivers down my spine. He was awfully close.

I looked at him analyzing his face. His gray eyes stared at my amber ones. For me, it was very uncomfortable.

I looked away. "Uhh, hello," I said. He smiled at me with a genuine goody-two-shoes smile.

Why is he talking to me?

"Do you remember me, Fleur?" I squinted my eyes and looked at him. I don't remember anyone by his face in this class. If there is, I might actually remember him because of his features. Not only because he is good looking, but also he looks genuine and sweet.

"Are you from last year?" I asked him. Clearly I don't remember him at all. There was no sign of a blue-haired dude in my class last year.

"Incorrect! I was from 9th grade! I came back after studying abroad for a year," he said disappointedly, like it was required for me to remember him.

"I am hurt that you don't remember your lab partner. We shared seats for a year!" he stated, pouting and looked at me with puppy eyes.

It made me cringe a little. I remember he was the quiet nerd who was an inch or two shorter than me. How did he become like this?

Not gonna lie, I saw him as a rival. But when I got paired with him, I kinda extinguished the little flame I was thinking in my head for years since 7th grade.

He was always the number one in the campus ranking and I was always the second. But when he changed schools I became number one, I thought it was a sweet victory for me. But last year, I didn't have a partner for our laboratory. I don't want anyone else to be my lab partner because everyone seems so noisy and annoying. I've won, but at what cost?

"Hey, are you okay? Earth to Fleur," he said chuckling.

I blushed, feeling embarrassed. I spaced out staring at him!

"L-lab partner?!" I shockingly said. He no longer wears that black brimmed glasses and brown sweater he always wears, covering his school uniform. From black hair to blue.

"You don't look like him," I said waiting for him to tell me that he was just kidding.

"Silly! Of course I am the one and only, Axel Dash Finley!" Well, at least there is one thing that didn't change— him calling me silly.

~ F l a s h b a c k ~

Axel is having OCD attacks, always fixing the laboratory glassware by height, size and what color of chemical that is inside these glasswares.

I was beside him mixing chemicals. I was about to mix formula A to formula B when a hand suddenly stopped me.

"That will explode, silly!" said by the nerdy guy who wears a sweater under his lab coat.

"A-Axel?!" I said. I thought he was angry because he gripped my wrist so tight while looking straight into my eyes.

'Jeez, getting angry because of this?' I thought.

He let go of my wrist, intentionally brushing his fingers over my hand.

Okay, weirdo.

~ E n d o f f l a s h b a c k ~

After that happened, he always calls me silly, even though he's the one looking all silly and stuff. He sometimes gets bullied because of how "silly" he looks and how he acts towards everyone. Well, I'm nice to him. I treated him as a friend; nothing more, nothing less.

"I missed you, Fleur."