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Spring.
The so-called season of LOVE.
Every year I'd always find my locker filled with love letters (it's much worse during Valentine's) and chocolates at my dorm as well. It was the same during my first year of college, which a lot of faculty and staffs complained. Well, the complaint was meant for me since I just let those gifts rot in the reciever's desk of our dorm, but it was more directed at the ones who practically gave the gifts in the first place.
It was mortifying! Not just annoying and a nuisance, but completely hopeless. Despite being disturbed at my important schedules, it was also an additional job for me.
I hate it.
The women in this university were all.....loud, if some would describe it. It's not that I'm against the fact that every girl in the campus drools over me, but if you'd just observe how your work and time gets disrupted with just a single person--with no important business with you at all-- then you'll eventually find those things troublesome. With the capital T.
So much for ellaborating the most nerving problem I'm about to face in, the start of another school year begins tomorrow-- adding up another trials in the Medical Department and re-assisting the university doctor once again. It'll be another year of short sleeping hours and longer school hours.
Complains, complains, complains.
Better start with an advance reading for tomorrow. This attitude of mine always keep me on TOP. Literally, I'd been an overall rank 1 ever since first year. Thus, gaining a good reputation and the cliché moment of having haters and insecure bastards. I don't care, and won't ever care, about those sore-losers who were only good at barks. All I want was to remain at the TOP and always be the BEST, since there's a certain someone whom I'm taking care of.
The sunlight against my skin was all I need to gaze up on the clear sky and wonder. I had chosen Medical since I had long dreamt to be the best surgeon in all around the world, and to be able to heal the person important to me with a disease that yet to be cured. Time had become my enemy. Every second matters, and all of my plans were scheduled beforehand. If a second would be wasted to nothing, then all will eventually fall apart. I promised that person that I'll finish college and find the cure to their disease.
Well, all is well and good. My plan's sailing smoothly.
Yeah, everything was eventually going as planned. Until I had gazed upon a ceratin lady from afar, her usual strawberry blond hair that was layered in a V shape all the way below her hipline. Her slender body clothed with fine floral dress above her knee, with a belt hanging loose around her waist-- a small fuscia pouch strapped along with the dark brown belt. The cream colored skin glows under the sunlight, making it milky white from too much exposure.
As if feeling the gaze upon her, she looked around, slowly rubbing her left arm, and our eyes locked-- an electric shock ran across the back of my body leaving a cold, tingling sensation.
"Trafalgar!" She waved both of her hands below her chest, a wide, sweet smile on her heart shaped face. Her bow-like pink lips glossed under the light as well.
"Celest-ya, don't tell me you lost your way again." I sighed at petite girl who made her way to me in a flash. "I already told you that the Girl's Dormitory is on the west wing of the university. This'll be my 71st direction to you."
She frowned and puffed her cheeks. "I didn't lose my way, you smarty pants. I was just looking at the poster on the bulletin." Her smile went back as she pointed back at the large, glass-case bulletin standing by the road path. "It says auditions on violin."
Seeing her soft smile made my heart flutter, though I don't recall harboring any special feelings towards this girl I shrugged it off.
"Is that all?" I stared at her with a straight face.
"You're no fun at all." She frowned once again then turned away. "This is why the girls cry when they confess to you, you know. At least be sweet, or careful with your tone."
"Ho~h. Then, why don't you confess to me?" I teased, smirking at her sudden reaction. It really lightens me up when I tease her so much, especially seeing her reddened face from ear to ear. "For practice." I finished as my smirk got wide when she glared at me and walked away.
Out of all the women in this university, the only one who had caught my full attention was Celest Aillee, a sophomore student under the Arts and Science Department. I didnt hear what her major was, but she likes music and drawing. It was a mysterious thing on how she managed to capture my attention effortlessly.
Deep inside I feel like I want her to be mine but right at the same time, she feels like she'll be a big threat to me.
