My One & Only (Ashrald)

Chapter 4

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It is Friday afternoon right now and I will be having Mr Anderson for the next two periods – tutorial sessions for Mediterranean Cuisine until six in the evening.

I shrugged my shoulders and was dreading the tutorials. Can I back out now?

Yeng then pulled me into class without her knowing that I really am worried to see Mr Anderson but I just needed to act up as if nothing really happened the other day between Mr Anderson and I.

I then spaced out for a moment to remember things that happened to me yesterday. I woke up at ten in the morning with a big smile on my face. Yes Sam has not texted me yet but my mystery Sam greeted me and checked on how I was doing. That was enough to get me through Thursday.

I was about to share this spine-tingling sensation with Yeng, but as we were about to enter the tutorials, Mr Anderson soon smiled at Yeng and I, acknowledging that we were actually few minutes late for his class!

His arms were nicely crossed on his chest with his eyes batting and locking my gaze. He quickly ran his hand through his hai- Wait. NOOOO! I soon came round to my senses and smiled fakely back at him.

It seems he is in a good mood today so I could not help to think that maybe he is not bothered at all of what I have said to him few days back. Phewww that is a relief!

I then quickly scanned the room and saw the two front tables empty. Drat. I was hoping to kind of take the ones at the back but as Yeng and I were late, we have to resort for the front tables.

The room was very, very different from your typical University rooms. This one had two sinks at the back, a stack of ovens on either corners of the room and the sides with drawers, which I am guessing are full of kitchen “tools”. It has a door as well at the back leading to the cupboard. My table was made of beech, with a slot in the corner to empty the peelings and scraps of food from. It had a small stove on the left and two sets of drawer underneath it.

Mr Anderson soon yapped about the kitchen precautions and showed to us how to work the ovens and stoves. Pheeesh I do not need to learn these things. It is basic knowledge. He then got round to the drawers and pulled out the mixers, blenders etc etc explaining how they work…

Whilst he was doing this at the back of the room, I could just not stop myself admiring him from afar. I was leaning on my table at the front, hidden from his eyes as the other students were blocking his view of me. I was just thinking how lucky he was with his life. He is of same age as me but he has done quite a lot of things already in life. Lucky guy.

I reminisced a little, delving deeper to my memories of the past. Back at Burdon, Gerald was the star athlete and well quite popular with the girls. Why would he not be? He was the player of the school and everyone wanted to date the player. Hearsays of him in my class, as we were in the same year but in different classes, said that every weekend he always hanged out with his friends and with some of the girls. Apparently his group of friends also got into troubles and obviously the girls back in Burdon loved a bad boy. I HAD a little crush on him. JUST BEING HONEST. But that is all in the PAST now. Who can blame me? He was just so sweet and caring back when he was the Gerald that I know; plus his well-defined structure and those smiles - I really missed those sweet smiles.

I soon felt someone nudging my arm and saw Yeng giggling at my side. I scampered quickly out of my thought bubble and looked around the room to find Mr Anderson now at his desk staring down at me. His eyes were full of intense – it was deep and passionate. He was smiling at me maybe because of me spacing out again! I soon felt my cheeks burning. I rubbed them away and composed myself. I scrunched up my eyebrows at him to just warn him not to pick on me again. He shook his head, let out a small chuckle and continued with the tutorials.