Chapter 4

It was like I had opened my box and couldn't stop myself from starting to tell him what I knew.

Though Luke was still looking down at his drawing and didn't seem to have much interest in my gushing words.

Throughout the art class, I talked myself into a frenzy, and he drew with a single-mindedness that earned him top marks.

It's like two parallel lines between us. Maybe it's called "you at the table"?

That's fine, as long as he doesn't beat me up anyway.

The rest of my eyes glanced from the painting in Luke's hand to what looked like a flash of a light smile on his face.

But the next instant it was gone. Was I wrong?

I was a little puzzled, it's just a top score in art, what's there to be happy about, it's weird.

This was pretty much the pattern in our classes for the next half of the month.

I'm always gushing and sharing bits and pieces of what's happening on campus.

From the youngest couples in the class to the untold stories behind the teachers and even the latest menu in the school cafeteria.

Luke, on the other hand, always sits quietly, his eyes buried between his books and the blackboard.

Occasionally raising his eye brows, he seemed to be listening, yet he seemed to be lost in his own world.

I was excited to share the latest gossip.

And I don't care if he listens or not, I'm happy with myself anyway.

And so it went until the week before the monthly exams came.

I couldn't be happier, and looking at the math paper in my hand that I had scored 59 on last time, I was in deep thought.

If I fail another test, I'm just afraid my mom will kill me.

I was on my guard and didn't say a word for the entire math class, listening more carefully than anyone else.

I usually have more words than anyone else, and now not a single word is starting to temp.

I stared blankly at the formulas on the board, trying to get myself into a learning groove.

But all those complicated formulas and symbols just don't make sense to me ......

After finally getting through a class, the bell rang.