36 Questions to Fall in Love...in 36 days!

Chapter 11: Afrikaans Lessons and a Serenade

I promised myself that I would get revenge but somehow Dominique made me forget the beating I was going to give him and we miraculously became friends.

To this day I don't ask him for help in Afrikaans.

We finally reached the schoolgates of Vistelia high and Dominique pretended to be angry at me.

"Fine. I'll go teach Afrikaans to someone who wants to pass."

Before I could scold him he was off running towards the nearest boy who held an Afrikaans textbook while he scratched his head like it would pull answers.

I didn't know much but I just had this feeling that if that guy failed he was going to give Dominique the severe beating I didn't give him times a hundred.

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After the exam, my shoulders dropped with a little bit of tension leaving me.

I made my way past the throng of students who spent their time discussing answers and explaining how hard or easy the exam was.

When I stepped into classroom 16B and the door shut behind me with a soft thud it's like it drowned out the voices of everything and everyone.

And when my eyes met hers, it felt like I was soaked in safety. Like I could be myself and when I made my way towards her I hoped with everything in me that I made her feel the same way.

" Hey Leo," she said, smiling.

" Hi,"

When I finally sat across from her my eyes immediately went to those dark freckles that were spread on the apple of her cheeks.

" Question 5?"

" We're really on day 5. It feels longer than that," I confess.

She nods, a sweet smile playing on her face.

They say time goes by when you're having fun and when you're falling in love it slows down because something in you wants to memorize every word shared, every touch, every hug and engrave it in your heart.

Pulling out my phone I read out Question 5 to her. "When did you last sing to yourself? To someone else?"

"It's a hobby of mine so I'm always doing it especially when I'm alone because then I can really lose myself in the song."she expresses, a glimmer in her eyes.

"You'll have to sing for me one day."

She bites her lip, holding back a laugh.

"Time will tell," she simply says.

"Plus it's kind of awkward singing to someone else but I recently sang happy birthday to my brother with my family."

" I wouldn't say it's a hobby. I do sing in the shower and Mkhulu and I sing victory songs together every time a soccer team of ours wins. Besides happy birthday I haven't sung to any one."

"Oh and here I was hoping that you would serenade me" she says, a glint in her eyes.

This makes me chuckle. " If the lady wants a serenade then a serenade is what she will get."

"Well get on with it" she orders, clapping her hands once.

I started belting out a love song I heard on the radio recently. My voice cracks at the high notes but I don't stop because she's laughing in that way again.

That way, where she loses herself as she throws her head back, her eyes turning into crescent moons.

I sing louder and it honestly strains my voice but it's all worth it. The laughter bubbles out of me once my voice cracks at a certain point in the song and we're both dying of laughter together.

This moment couldn't be any more perfect.

"If only Juliet had you!" Olivia says, still recovering from her laughing fit. "She'd surely have a more happy love story. Romeo and Juliet was to depressing for me."

"Juliet can keep Romeo and her story. All I want is Olivia and whatever our story is."

She's finally stopped laughing,and I can tell by the way her eyes hold me that she's drinking in the meaning behind my words. She doesn't say anything but that beautiful smile on her face is the best answer I could get.

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