"The times have changed a bit because the matriculants are writing a 3 hour paper today." The invigilator of the day informed us. "Study time will be added by 20 minutes extra wherelse lunch break will be extended by 30 more minutes."

Soft bursts of joy were heard throughout the class.

We took our books out and began studying.

40 minutes later, I was beyond done studying.

I might lose it if I cram up one more definition.

Besides, I did study last night.

In usual occasions, study time is 50 minutes so I usually push myself to study throughout for a full 40 minutes, before resting my brain for the remaining 10 minutes before lunch break.

Now there's 30 freaking whole minutes left before lunch break.

My body and brain has become accustomed to studying for 40 minutes, that studying beyond that, becomes practically impossible for me.

I lay my head on my arms and hope that maybe, just maybe, time will go faster today.

But of course, time and I are not really friends and when I looked up, I discover that only 4 minutes have passed.

I patiently wait for another 6 minutes in false hope of the lunch break's bell ringing, providing that the invigilator was wrong.

But nope.

7 minutes pass and not even a faint 'ting' of the bell rings. I mentally groan in frustration and bury my head into my arms.

About 15 minutes later, I sit up glancing at the clock.

4 minutes left.

My heart bursts with joy although my face lacks in showing it.

The fat girl turns around to put her books in her bag when her eye immediately meets with mine.

She oddly looks away quickly and turns around.

Not even 5 seconds later, she turned back around to specifically look at me.

I don't know why, but my eyes stayed glued to hers.

She eventually turned around but I didn't see her cheeks widen.

2 minutes later, the bell I've been eagerly waiting for the past 30 minutes finally rang, but however instead of excitement overwhelming me, I was quite disappointed.

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After what felt like eternity, the bell signalling the end of lunch break finally rang, and for the first time ever, I couldn't be happier.

Ironic how I was forcefully wishing for lunch break to come and now that it's here and it's ending, I am very glad.

Maybe it's because of the fact that the fat girl didn't smile after we stared at each other like she usually does or it's probably the exams stressing me out.

I'll go with the latter. It's probably the exams.

But whilst thinking about all of this, I couldn't help but notice the faster pace my feet were walking at to get to class and the unwanted urge of seeing the fat girl's eyes again.

Realizing the reason behind my sudden fast pace, I abruptly slowed down my pace to a minimum.

Finally arriving at class, I discovered that everyone had already entered.

Heart beating faster at the thought of being late to class during exams, I practically sprinted to the examination room's door, regretting my decision to slow down a few minutes ago.

Luckily the invigilator hadn't handed out the papers yet or else I'd be in big shit right now so I hurriedly went to sit down.

I, of course, did notice the fat girl's eyes on me as I went to go sit down at the back but I ignored them, pretending like I didn't see nor feel her looking at me.

She eventually looked infront of her as her examination paper hit her desk and my eyes, almost immediately, darted over to her hunched over back.

Glancing at her one more time before I write, I pushed the thoughts I just had about her to the back of my mind and focused on my exams.

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An hour and ten minutes later, I was done writing my paper.

Difference is with today, I didn't feel like burying my head in my arms like I normally do.

Immediately after tucking my pen away, my eyes focused in on one person in particular.

Her back was greatly hunched over, blocking her head from view. But I could see her right hand swiftly moving along the white paper on her desk.

It stopped momentarily before gliding over the paper again.

A minute or so later, she sat up and turned over the paper before proceeding with her writing again.

10 minutes later, she packed her papers neatly together and put it down.

I assume she's done.

Instead of doing what everybody else does when they're done writing, which is to place their heads in their arms on the desk, she instead sat back in her chair and put her hands in her pocket, unawaringly mimicking my exact position.

I suddenly had the urge for her to turn around.

I want her eyes to meet with mine again.

As if she heard my thoughts, she did turn around.

My breath got hitched in my throat because I didn't expect her to actually look, right now.

I kept my face blank as I stared back at her. Her eyes fractionally widened for a mere moment before she turned around.

She probably didn't expect to meet my eyes so quickly. 

Which led me to wonder. Has she always just stared at me when I'm not looking?

I mean I know I'm a pretty good looking guy, but it's not often you find a girl that randomly and blatantly stares at you.

In my school, girls here don't do that. Even when they see a guy that is "hot" as they like putting it, they normally just admire the guy for a mere second before the guy can even notice that they  (the girls) were staring at him.

But she.

She blantantly steals glances at me.

She must be attracted to me. I don't blame her though, I am pretty good looking and I know it.

What intrigues me the most is that she's older than me. Alas, only one year older than me, but still. She's older than me.

For the rest of the remaining time left, she never looked back at me once.

Maybe she's embarrassed.

I mentally shrugged just as the invigilator started taking in the papers.

The final bell rang on cue just as she took the last paper in.

The class jumped up, ready to rush out the classroom for no specific reason.

I normally also always rush out for no specific reason, but today was not the case.

I noticed the fat girl now only packing her books away, which led me to purposely be slower.

I don't know what I thought I would achieve for being slower along with her.

By the time she finally zipped her bag, I passed her desk. Normally I just pass right by it and her but today I actually looked at her.

She looked back and our eyes seemed to have locked together.

Because I was still walking, I even had to turn my head backwards to continue staring at her, as she evenly stared back.

She unlocked our eyes from each other and stood up, making sure to look at anywhere and everywhere but me.

Suddenly, a thought occurred to me as I exited the room.

I need confirmation of her assumed crush on me, and I know just how to get it.

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