The Witness

24

Au's Pov

Blaire rushes outside the gate, adjusting the bag as she hurries. Her steps falter when she spotted André leaning casually against the gate. She freezed for a moment, a mixture of surprise and memories from their last encounter flashed in her mind.

FLASHBACK

André's strong arms pulls her close, causing her to lie down beside him. She vividly recalls the sensation of his breath, warm against her skin. The intensity of the moment is palpable, his grip firm yet gentle as if protecting a precious secret.

André's voice breaks the silence.

ANDRÉ
(whispering)
Stay here.

Blaire's heart races as she gaze up at André, his eyes closed as if lost in a dream. The weight of the memory lingers, a potent mixture of desire and uncertainty.

END OF FLASHBACK

Blaire blinks, returning to the present moment. Her gaze flickers between André and her surroundings, a swirl of emotions in her eyes. She takes a deep breath, steeling herself before stepping forward.

Blaire's POV.

Without hesitation, I walked towards him; he seemed to notice my presence as his eyes shifted onto me. His eyes meet mine, and a faint smile tugs at the corners of his lips

"Blaire, what took you so long?" he asked; his voice sounded normal.

I avoided his gaze. "I... I woke up late," I replied, stuttering.

"Let's go," he said and slowly walked away.

I remained in my spot as I watched him walking away. He looked so calm, as if nothing had happened. I slightly chuckled and catch up with him.

My heart racing as I tried to keep up with his casual pace. Questions swirled in my mind, wondering what had transpired in the time I was late. The tension in the air was palpable, but he maintained an exterior of calmness that I couldn't quite understand. As we walked side by side, I stole quick glances at him, searching for any hint of what might be going on.

But as we walked towards the school, André suddenly opens up a conversation breaking the silence that lingered around us.

“Thank you so much for the chocolates, Blaire. I enjoyed it a lot,” He says. A smile playing on his lips.

I furrowed my eyebrows because I never bought chocolates for him, but then I remembered about Sam's confession.

"André, those chocolates weren't from me," I admitted gently, hoping to clear up any misunderstanding. He looked at me with a mix of confusion and disappointment in his eyes.

"Really?" André raises an eyebrow, "Then, who could it be from?"

I hesitate for a moment, debating how to respond without revealing Sam's feelings. "Well, I guess you have a secret admirer," I say with a playful grin, hoping to shift the focus away from Sam.

André chuckles, but still couldn't hide the disappointment in his face. "A secret admirer, huh? That's.... unexpected."

I chuckle along with him, relieved that he's taking it lightly. "Yep, seems like someone's been keeping an eye on you."

As we continue walking, I can't help but steal glances at André. I've known him for a while, and watching him smile and laugh always brightens my day, however this day his face shows disappointment. How I wish I could tell him about Sam's feelings, but it's not my secret to share. For now, all I can do is support both of them as best as I can.

...

André and I reached the school gate. We spotted Sam rushing towards us the moment she saw us approaching."

"Good morning André and Blaire," she greeted with a bright smile.

I glanced at her and André teasingly, exchanging knowing looks.

"Hey, Sam," André responded in his usual laid-back manner.

"Are you not sick anymore?" André shook his head, indicating that he was feeling much better now.

"That's good then. Let's go, we're running late," Sam said, grabbing both of our arms and playfully pulling us along as we headed into the school building.

As I settled into my seat, I couldn't help but glance at Kosta's desk; it was empty.

"He's still not here, and the lecture is already starting," I thought to myself.

I pouted, feeling a little bit sad and slightly worried. Kosta was never late for lectures, and this unusual absence was raising some concern. As the professor began the lecture, my gaze kept drifting towards the empty desk, wondering what could have possibly caused Kosta to miss class.

The minutes ticked by, and my thoughts raced with various scenarios, hoping that he was alright and that there was a reasonable explanation for his absence.