Stuck With My First Love
SCHOOL RACE

That time, when my 50th birthday school, as usual, held a school festival. There are various kinds of competitions held. Starting from the classmeeting competition, class decorating competition, school prince and princess contest, and the peak is the stage of art that is attended by several schools in my city.

During the classmeeting race, our class entered the final of the basketball race. Coco became one of the players who took part. He was the captain of my class basketball team. Although sweat poured and his hair became limp, but the aura of his fondness was increasingly clear. Looks masculine once. That's a real bloke. Moreover, his body is very athletic, ouhhh.bikin heart beat ga koruan.

Not to mention if accidentally his sixpack stomach is scattered from behind his basketball jersey while scrambling the ball with the opposing team, want to faint it feels.. Aduhhhh..aduhh.surga world.

Throughout the game, the second supporter of the playing class, which is dominated by girls sounds very hysterical.Including me of course. Especially when he scored. The hysterical screams of female supporters really make a scene. Real crowded. We were crazy that day.

When he plays basketball, the other side of him is clearly visible. Other than him being very focused, serious and concentrated, he would definitely smile widely when he managed to score. A smile that is very rarely shown in his daily life. Because he is so cool and funny.

That's why I really enjoyed the basketball game he played. Starting from the group stage, the quarter-finals, the semi-finals and the final I would never miss watching his basketball game.

The 4 x 10-minute match lasted 1 hour due to chasing the value between the two teams. And finally the winner of this classmeeting basketball race was won by my class..Yyyeeeeyy…

Final score 86:76 by 10 points.

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“Who represents our class prince and princess contest?” ask Arman, my class president, during class deliberation

“We have to choose the one that meets the criteria if we want to win” replied Ella my classmate

“What are the criteria?” ask Arsy

“For a while, I read first”ansi Arman, who attended the School Technical Meeting Festival while flipping through the competition juknis shared by the committee.

Friends hope that our first year at school, we can join the school festival. And hope to win too. Even though the competition is heavy. Class XI and class XII are definitely more experienced than our new class X. But it didn't dampen our spirit to win.

“Criteria 3 B: Brain, Beauty, Behaviour” replied Arman after reading the race scoring criteria

"Dah feels like she joined Miss Universe only the assessment criteria are 3 B" joked Fenda

"Yes.yes" said the other friends

“ Cook prince criteria Beauty, should Handsome dong” joked Bima

A class was immediately open to hear the joke of Bima. Because I think Bima's words have a point too.

“Oke, means we have to choose the guys and girls who meet that criteria” said Ella calmed things down

“I propose, how about prince. Then the Princess.si Vivi” proposed to Fenda while pointing at me and Coco.

Weeeh..kok I proposed? What the fuck?

I was shocked to hear Fenda's suggestion. Coco and I looked at it. It seems he also did not expect to be proposed by Fenda.

“Iya.iya.iya.I agree”answer some other friends. Friends took turns looking at me and Coco.

I felt more and more cornered, because many agreed.

“Do not dong friends. I've never been in a kayak race. Don't me yes.pliiissss!!!” I said, clenching my hands in front of my face. Begging my friends not to be selected for the race.

“Anti aja yes?” I said while pointing towards Anti.

“Heh..kok me?”Anti shock.

“You were once a major”

I admit I've never been in a beauty contest/race before. Although many say my face is beautiful and my body is like a model. But my father never agreed that I would go to such beauty contests.

According to the father, physical beauty is meaningless if it is not balanced with inner beauty. So my father prefers me to take private lessons/les music/singing games rather than participating in a beauty contest that only highlights physical beauty.

Suddenly Arsy offers himself to be a prince contestant,

“Can I apply to be prince school representing our class?” arsy Proposal.

Arsy is a classmate of mine nicknamed playboy. He looks good, although not as handsome as Coco. Child friendly. Fun too. But if it's the same girl she belongs to the type of attention. Because of that many misunderstand Arsy's attention. He is often called a land crocodile. So many girls who have become his girlfriend.

“We vote how?”ella's

My friends agree too. Finally, there was a vote to choose the prince and princess school 20XX. My candidates, Anti, Arsy and Coco.

The four of us stood in front of the class. Each student votes by writing one name of the prince candidate and one name of the princess candidate on a piece of paper. The four of us were also given the opportunity to cast our votes. At that time, I chose Coco as the candidate for prince and Anti as the candidate for princess.

After all the students voted, Ella wrote the results on the board, while Arman read the votes of friends. One by one the sound papers were opened and written on the board. Every time my name is called, my body feels weak. I pray that I will not be the chosen one.

Voting results came out. The one who was the prince and princess school contestant representing my class was …. Me and Coco. Hiks.hiks.(.;_;)

I honestly felt like I was crying at the time. Why should I? I'm not PD. Must be breezed on the catwalk like a model in front of many people. I really don't PD.

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When the race day came, I was really nervous. I never once entered a contest like this. When my father and mother were ushered into the salon, I felt like I would just resign. But since my friends have entrusted me, inevitably I MUST want to.

When I was in the salon, my makeup artist repeatedly praised my beauty. I could only smile at their compliments. My mother also just smiled. And my dad doesn't seem to like it. Because I didn't agree to the contest. But because the mother managed to persuade the father, finally the father agreed. Mother said, this could be a valuable experience for me, at my young age.

At school, the atmosphere was very crowded. Because it is a school festival for 1 week, really used by students at my school to have fun. There is no lesson. So we can be free for 1 week. All classes prepare the class as vigorously as possible. The school is also beautifully decorated. Banners and large billboards are installed in front of the school. Meanwhile the flag pennant is installed all the way from the school gate to the entrance to the school grounds. The school festival is always celebrated every year.

When I got out of the car, Anti was waiting in the parking lot. I did deliberately contact Anti to wait for me in the parking lot, because of my inconsistency with my appearance that day. Although my mother repeatedly encouraged me that I was very beautiful and definitely won, but still I did not PD.

The contest concept this time is international look. So I'm wearing a long white dress. My makeup was made flawless, because my mother did not agree if I had too much makeup. Only my hair was made a little wavy.

After saying goodbye to my father and mother, Anti and I walked to class. Because the dress I was wearing was slightly open on the chest, I covered it with a jacket.

Starting from the parking lot, the school hallway to the waiting room of contest participants, I felt every pair of eyes looking at me. Whether it was my upperclassman or my classmate looking at me. Several times, the big brother of the class who came across me and Anti called out my name. Makes me more nervous. I really don't PD.

Arriving in the waiting room, Anti said goodbye to me. Because only race participants are allowed to be in the waiting room. When I entered the waiting room, I saw that there were already many representatives from each class. They all look very elegant and elegant. Beautiful all. While the guys also look handsome with tuxedo or suit they wear.

As soon as I entered the room, I felt like they were all looking at me. I was getting more nervous. The girls whisper to each other. While the male participant looked at me and called my name. Some even whistled as I passed them.

Suddenly my eyes fell upon the figure of a handsome man sitting in the corner of the waiting room. Sit back with your legs crossed while reading a book. He was wearing a black suit and pants with a white shirt. Oh, my God, Coco is handsome.. I felt like I melted seeing his good looks back then.

As soon as the male classmate of the contest participants got excited by my presence, he just turned his head towards me. He just realized I was coming. I smiled at him too. I walked towards him and sat down next to him.

“You've come a long time?”I asked him to sit next to him

“Not long”answerkshim briefly

He glanced at me then asked, “Why wear a jacket? pain?”

Tumben he's attentive. He usually doesn't like that to me. Embarrassed to hear another, I whispered to him,

“I'm ashamed. Never wear a dress like this” I replied softly

“Ooo”his answer is short

Like anything, Coco is Coco. Super cool and cuek.

So that I am not nervous, I also ventured to invite him to chat. Because if I stay still, I'll be nervous.

“You will later show talent what time is the session of Demonstration of Ability? Play basketball?”

He read without looking at me and replied

“Reclaration” with cool expression

I can't believe it, she could have answered like that. I'm his partner. Iiihhh.gemes with his behavior.

“You yourself want to do?”the question is still without looking at me

“Sama...RAHASIA” answered me and then I turned my face away.

I'm upset because I asked him nicely, he didn't even answer. I reply dong..Rasayn! Wrong itself, why did I ask even the answer ngeselin and nyebelin that..