Time continues to tick away each second I waste of waiting. I hear the ticking clock echoing in the room, as well as my uneasy breathing. This silence is killing me; this anticipation of waiting makes me more restless. I'm just normally sitting on my chair, staring at the long arm of the wall clock right in front of the chairs.

There's still an hour left before the school gates will close. I break the silence a bit by pushing the button of my pen endlessly, wasting another fifteen minutes. Then I hear footsteps coming from the hallway. My heart beats quickly as it comes closer and closer. I guess it must be him. The door is swiftly opened and I was right.

"Ms. ______, you're still here..."

It's my homeroom and English teacher, Mr. Kirkland. He must have forgotten his English book and student records on the desk.

"Oh. Sir, I'm waiting for someone."

He takes a short pause and walks towards the desk.

"Who are you waiting for?"

I couldn't tell him when he asked me. Why can't I be more courageous? Probably because he is a teacher and I am a student. Why did I fell in love with him since last two years ago?

"Just a certain someone, sir." I casually reply.

"I see. The school gates will close in the next forty-five minutes. You better not get yourself locked in here." Ah. I couldn't stand that smirk on his face.

He takes his belongings on the desk and leaves, closing the door. I lost my chance again to tell him. Mr. Kirkland is busy most of the time.

Suddenly, my phone vibrates as it receives a message from a friend.

"Hey, did you tell him yet?"

I quickly reply "No."

"Come on, _____. It's been two years. What if he gets a girlfriend?"

I will never ever believe that. Since there's nothing else for me to do here and spent another fifteen minutes conversing with my friend, I leave the room and head out in the hallways, daydreaming when can I see him again.

As I leave the campus, I feel like I'm so lucky today. I see him again, standing near the gate while holding his phone. It's so cold outside, but the sight of him just makes me so feel warm already.

"Sir Kirkland, how long have you been here?"

"After I came back for my book and student records. I am, too, waiting."

"For someone?"

"Yes."

When I hear his reply, I somehow become hopeless. What if he already has a girlfriend?

"Ms. _____, why the gloomy face?"

"It's nothing sir..."

"Don't lie to me." Again, that smirk.

"Well, who are you waiting for, sir Kirkland?"

I ask the same question to him. A moment of silence came and had the same feeling I had when I was waiting for him. After a while, he leans to me and whispers.


"I've been waiting for you, love."