Simula (Completed)

Chapter 25

NICHOLAS

These girls are asking too many questions, mostly irrelevant.

"Do you have a girlfriend, Mastro Nicholas?" Maxine asked in English since she was an exchanged student.

"Do you think this top makes me look fat?" Her friend inquired the same in English.

Yada! Yada! Yada!

Smile and let them do their thing.

Girls talk a lot.

Now, if I could talk to just that one girl my entire life, I'll let her have a free reign to ask whatever queries she has, I thought as I quickly stole a peek on my beloved.

Unfortunately, it was disturbed yet again with these girls' unorthodox issues.

"Keep on working on it, girls. You're doing good." I finished.

I continued walking through and gander at my students' works.

Some required little to no help at all and others needed to almost re-do the whole thing.

I trekked all the way up to where she is quietly sitting.

Why does she look so sad?

And for some reason, she scraped the drawing she had and starting over again.

Did she really forget how to draw?

I gave her a couple more minutes before I subtly approached her.

I did not think she noticed me since she kept her focused on the activity.

Who is she drawing???

My heart is thumping.

I can feel it beating out of my chest.

Is she drawing me?

I'm assuming aren't I.

I saw a certain profile.

It looked like a man.

I'm a man. Woot!

Hair was slightly long like mine.

Another woot!

And nose looked like mine.

Ooh boy!

"Are you doing okay in here?" I asked so suddenly that she jumped out off her seat and dropped her pencil and paper.

"You surprised me." She said as she picked up her stuff.

Then I saw it, the person she was sketching was...

... not me.

However, the more important question is, who was this guy?