beautiful past | x.mh

{3.2}

xu minghao,
         was jealous.
   
         it made me feel
         giddy and
         special,
         for some odd reason.

         “where were you,
         awhile ago?”
         he asked as soon
         I entered the classroom.

         so I showed him
         two books of
         Mortal Instrument
         that I borrowed
         from the library.

         his mouth gaped,
         “so, did you find
         cute guys?”
         his question made me
         confused—
         my brows arched
         before I frowned.

         “minghao, libraries
         are for books,
         not available
         cute guys—”

         but he,
         looked away and said;
         “in movies,
         girls tend to go to library,
         to find cute guys.”

         I scoffed,
         “yeah,
         but this school
         got no cute guys!”

         except him, he was cute—
         no, he was beautiful.

         and then he left