Chapter 8 MOB

"What is that?"

I quickly folded my notebook as Cario appeared at my side. I looked around the library and noticed that some students were staring in our direction. I was taken aback by his demeanor. Perhaps he didn't see what I was writing? When someone watches me making a storyline, I don't feel that confident. I'm too shy; I'm afraid they'll judge me with a single glance.

"N-Nothing, I just have work duties."

He nodded slowly. I couldn't help but be wicked knowing Monica could come and see us later.

"By the way, why didn't you come with me earlier? We were living in the same apartment, so I guess it's just right if we go to school together," he replied.

I slightly feel annoyed. I looked around, and the students didn't appear to be paying attention to our chat.

I went in earlier because I was afraid Monica might notice that we were going out together. I haven't told Monica about Cario and the fact that we share an apartment; I'm not sure what her reaction will be about it. Knowing how much she likes Cario, I'm afraid she'll be upset if I tell her.

"Uh... I was finishing prerequisites that had to be passed, so I went first," I reasoned out.

"I see. The bell is about to ring. Aren't you going to come out yet?"

"I'm vacant, Cario, and I'll be staying here in the library."

"All right, see you later." I didn't look at him and just waited for him to leave.

Because of that, I feel like I'm exhaling freely. I'm not sure what I'm going to do if Monica shows up unexpectedly. Even though she rarely visits the library, it is not unlikely that she will end up here.

My attention was drawn to my books, which were piled high on the table in front of me. The only thing that piqued my interest was the red book at the bottom.

I bit my lower lip since it entices me to read it and finish the story behind it. But I couldn't help but squirm every time I thought about what happened in the cemetery. What if I'm mistaken? What if he showed up again like a mushroom when I read this here?

Students might scream so loudly in terror that they mistook him for a ghost. But I think that'll be a better idea because it'll let me know whether my suspicion is correct.

None of my friends had taken a book from the shelf before I picked it up. Before finally opening it, I had a peek around. I was insane. However, the choice is entirely mine.

I took a look at the book in front of me and found the page where I had last read it.

***

Russel, the young man, stared blankly at the champagne he was holding after he placed it in front of him. Trevor couldn't help but stare at his friend, because instead of sitting at his table, Russel opted to sit on the stool opposite the counter.

A woman approached him and placed her arm over his neck, saying, "Hey baby, Russell."

When the young man ignored the woman, Trevor simply shook his head.

"He's not in the mood, Miss. Find another," Trevor muttered to the frowning woman before finally leaving. Following that, he tapped Russell's arm. "What's the problem? Women were approaching you earlier, but you didn't entertain them," Trevor wondered, prompting him to fiddle with his cocktail glass.

"It's just strange."

Trevor frowned at what he had heard. "Can you tell me which one?"

"I've dreamed of her twice."

Trevor gaped for a moment after hearing Russel's comments. "What the fuck?" he demanded.

He couldn't believe it when he realized the main reason he neglected the women around him was because of a woman he'd only seen in his dreams. "Bro, that's normal; it occurs to me occasionally; you can dream of that individual a few times; what's the problem in it?"

"I'm not sure. The peculiar sense was she remembered our first encounter."

Trevor was frightened. "That's natural. Of course, you knew her, and she doesn't know you."

The young man emptied the contents of his glass and stared at Trevor closely. "Didn't I tell you already that I didn't know her?"

Trevor shook his head. "Did you just come here to tell that story? I'm telling you, that's normal. You're just paying too much attention. And why are we even talking about that? That's exclusively for kids, Bro. Get your ass up and flirt with some chicks," Trevor urged, and he nodded.

Perhaps his pal is correct. He's just overly concerned about it. So what if he had another dream about her? She's not his type in the first place. And that is merely a dream, far off from the reality, he's living.

"What's her name?"

Russel turned to face Trevor. "What?"

"I'm just interested; you've been talking about that girl in your dream; perhaps you know her name."

"She's-"

***

When the bell rang, I quickly folded the book. I don't have anything else to do, but I'm going to the cafeteria for lunch this time.

It is 12:30 p.m. I ran out of the library, putting my belongings down.

When I arrived on the bottom floor, I was taken aback when I spotted some women sprinting towards a location. I'm not sure what was there, so I decided to just follow them. I'm just wondering.

That shock was heightened when I spotted a bunch of women entering the boys' restroom. My brow furrowed as I considered what was going on.

Until a woman said, "Oh my god! Someone got lost here in the boys' comfort room!"

"Can I take a picture with you, handsome?"

"Wait, is that a new teacher? Is that him? He's too young! I think he's simply a fresh graduate!"

I had no intention of searching to see who they were referring to - because my question already has its answer to why the ladies are in a rush. Maybe it's because there's a new handsome teacher. This is nearly like the peace they feel when they learn that there is a new instructor, especially when it appears to be a fresh teacher. But then this commotion is pretty...chaotic-but I came to terms with my situation when I realized who they were messing with.

"Fuck! Leave me alone!"

I watched as he was pushed to leave the hands and arms of the women attempting to claim him until I realized he was already running elsewhere.

I was startled for a few seconds because I wasn't surprised by the situation, at least not until the girls began to run toward him. My eyes widened, and I rushed to get moving.

I could see him running from where I was. I couldn't go in and catch up to the woman I was after, so I took the shortest route available.

He'll take the elevator to the second floor.

I dashed to the other side of the staircase, which was only a few meters away. He's lost and has no idea where to go, so I'm sure I'll run into him when I walk up there.

And, as I expected, I noticed him sluggishly ascending the stairs. And before he could even notice me, I swiftly opened the vacant classroom door and quickly went in.

The pounding assailed my chest as the footsteps I could hear became louder, as did their footsteps. I quickly opened the door and drew his collar into the classroom before the students could eventually clamber up and watch him race.

When his gaze fell on me. His eyes opened in surprise, but I immediately covered his mouth before he could even react.

"Shut your mouth," I said before I slowly removed my hand until the student's soles and hefty footfall ultimately grew stronger.

"Girls, did you see him heading here, right?" a woman yelled.

We stood there for a few minutes, waiting for the hoses and footprints to vanish. I exclaimed.

"Fuck! Can you distance yourself away from me?!"

I was taken aback when he abruptly walked away from me, as if disgusted. But the words I wanted to say did not come out of my mouth.

He can't just pop out like that, especially considering he's dressed so casually in a black checkered tee and dark slacks. His hair was a tangle, and his eyes would protrude from time to time.

I sniffed him and leaned closer to smell him, but he took a step back. I could detect the odor of booze in his system.

"Woah! Woah! Even if it's just a dream, Miss, I still won't let you touch me."

I disregarded him since my gaze was drawn to his blue hair. "Russel?"

His eyes widened in surprise after the second time around. "H-How did you know my name?"

I knew I was correct from the minute he asked those questions.

He's real. Russel became real.