2 Meters per Second
Ice princess
“Ting…! Ting..!”
It was marked that this first break had already begun from now on.
In the blink of an eye, the doubts in the classroom were slowly becoming a peaceful silence, I who was already in dry face mode while bowing my body in lethargy, because it's been in my lunch break, my stomach is ringing and my head wants to eat.
“Huh... Already in my hunger mode nih.”
Take out something in my bag, take out the lunch box and tea drink box I just bought in the cafeteria.
I looked slowly at my distant colleague, who was reading like a book on his desk in the sun, when she silently sucked the milk of her box with a bored expression and an aura that looked like she said, already left me alone!
But a very brave fellow came and patted him from the back of his shoulder a little hard.
“Hey, Anita... Do you have time now?”
Her name was Ratna Cristin. So, he was finally going to do that, the entire class was now staring from behind fearfully.
“Why is your face so serious…? Oi! Anita?”
“Nothing. Please leave me alone!”
He uttered in a slightly loud tone while wearing his usual serious expression. As expected, he would say that.
“Are you angry? Oi! Anita?”
“I told you. This me, not angry.”
Even though this person in front of me said so, I still did not turn my face towards him, and even if my own eyes accidentally met, he would look the other way in panic. If it were not for his angry expression, I believe the world is full of peace.
“Ya is Anita, Ah.. Hahaha...! I went to the canteen first.”
He only answered with a flat look while seriously looking at the book he was reading, what a painful answer.
And not long after, Ratna left with a face full of disappointment while hiding her displeasure.
After I finished drinking my tea and was about to open my lunch, I was sucked in by an unpleasant sound that entered my ear.
“Liat see, she's the famous girl.”
“Looks like he's the principal's son, you know.”
“Huh... So, he's the principal's son, huh? Is he smart?”
Today is the same as always. The girls kept their distance from him, and formed a circle around them, like a huddle.
As he felt now, this was already almost too late. Its existence is trapped in a cage, like a panda that attracts the attention of others in this class, it is still clear that its shape looks beautiful but, its nature is still faintly transparent.
Put down my drink, and then I'll go up to him, with the beginning of my doubtful feet, to greet the girl of my classmate.
“Ehemm…! Hello... Yuanita...?”.
“Don't call me by my name! Sok accrap you.”
“Then, Angraini..?”
If he forbids me from calling by his name, I will use his surname only once. This time, he could only shut up. It turns out that he still doesn't want to be called by his surname, huh? After all, the name has a pretty long history.
“Ya already, Anita. Can I sit here?”
He just complained breathless there was no answer, it was cruel.