Late at night, Senior Daxian posted on his Moments: "The Lakers are not the championship team, I'll run naked!" I shamelessly replied in a private message: "Where is the location? I want to watch!" Then, I happily received a little red dot...
Late at night, Senior Daxian posted on his Moments: "The Lakers are not the championship team, I'll run naked!" I shamelessly replied in a private message: "Where is the location? I want to watch!" Then, I happily received a little red dot...
My name is Grace, and just like my name suggests, I'm calm and composed. Of course, some people might disagree, but that's okay. Time will tell, won't it?
Austin, the great senior who I admired for a long time, made a bold statement on social media about the NBA Finals today. He declared that if the Lakers don't win the championship, he would run around naked.
The moment I saw that I was extremely joyful.
Seeing my crush run around naked almost qualifies as a feast for the eyes!
"Count me in to watch!" Thinking about that, I immediately sent him a private message.
Austin quickly replied with a meme that signaled me to shut up with no more replies.
After a while, undeterred, I sent another message, "Don't be so petty."
Unexpectedly, I found out that my message sending failed because he added me to the blacklist.
Oh well, I've been chasing Austin for over a year, but never saw any hope of success, maybe he just doesn't like the kind of girls like me.
Frustrated, I tossed my phone aside and buried myself under the covers, hoping to find solace in sleep.
The next day, with the black eyes thanks for Austin, I met the guy in front of the library door, and he also spotted me.
I didn't greet him obsequiously like I usually do.
Instead, I grunted softly, and rolled my eyes dramatically, then quickly walked past him.
I headed to the second floor and found an empty seat.
To my surprise, Austin followed me up and sat in the empty seat next to me.
This was unusual.
Normally, he wouldn't want to sit with me, claiming I asked too many questions and that it interfered with his study progress.
But thinking back, despite his acerb words, he always patiently explained questions for me before returning to his own homework.
I shook my head, trying to banish thoughts of Austin from my mind. Yet, I couldn't help but recall the embarrassing moment when I first met him.
It was a dark and windy night, and I accidentally fallen asleep in the library till its closing time. Had I woken up any later, I might have being locked all night and experienced a "Night at the Library".
Glad for waking up just in time, I quickly gathered my books, and joined the few crowd leaving the library.
Perhaps because I had slept too much, I felt my brain and feet were not working together well enough. Somehow, I tripped over myself when I was one or two steps from the ground.
And then I instinctively grabbed onto the pants of the guy in front of me for support. It's reasonable for people in critical moments to seek for help.
I thought I could turn it around, but I took a big fall. Instead of saving myself, I ended up on the ground, along with his sweatpants, which I seemed to have pulled down.
Joining me in the embrace were the sweatpants of the guy in front of me.
I guessed I yanked it off.
I looked up to see SpongeBob SquarePants on the boy's boxers grinning at me, and Austin, the pants' owner looking down, was taking a deep breath.
My face turned from white to red. I wished the ground would open up and swallow me. Please! Just swallow me now!
I bit my lip, ignoring the pain, and apologized with all the sincerity I could muster, "Sorry, I didn't mean to."
And I struggled and tried to get up.
He said, "Could you let go of my pants first? I need to pull up now."
I paused my newly puckered ass, realizing my hand was still clutching his pants.
And I quickly let it go in a panic. In the next moment, he pulled them up.
After a few seconds, he turned around and extended his long, tender fingers to help me up.
I trudged to my feet, sneaking a peek at his demeanor to anticipate if he was about to punch me or kick me.
To my surprise, he was looking at me too. When I looked up, I was deeply impressed by the boy's stunning face, or maybe just because I knew such a few attractive guys in the past.
Austin's handsome face seemed to bloom in my heart since then.
I gulped and tried my best to show my sincerity "I'm really sorry, classmate, I'm really sorry about earlier. How do you think if I treat you to a meal?"
Austin nodded with a cool face and asked softly, "Can you still walk?" I gritted my teeth and insisted, "I can walk! No problem."
Austin gave me a once-over, nodded, and just walked away. He did just walk away alone!
I cursed inwardly, what a clueless guy who didn't know how to care about girls.
I said I can walk, and he just let me alone? Didn't he know women often say one thing and mean another?
If he had offered to help me, maybe our romantic story would have begun.
I have to admit that I'm the average and confident kind of girl, never doubting my unattractive appearance was the issue.
Muttering to myself, I slowly moved forward.
Not long after that, I saw Austin returning to me on the dimly lit path.
He raised an eyebrow at me, blocking my way. Towering over me, Austin lowered his gaze and pulled out his phone, displaying a WhatsApp QR code, "Just scan."
I frowned, thinking he was back to extort me.
I can't believe I'm being charged for merely looking at his pants. What a great loss.
Annoyed but knowing I was the wrong side, I reluctantly took out my phone to transfer to him.
On impulse, I asked, "need I pay more to look in the front?"
Austin paused for two seconds, giving me a look that was hard to read.
Oh my god, I covered my mouth, cursing myself for speaking my thoughts aloud.
I lowered my head guiltily, not daring to meet Austin's gaze again.
This night, I experienced two humiliating things, and even with the same person.
Destroy the Earth! Right now.
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