Not This Time, Love Pt 7

I didn’t wait for the class prefect to finish what he was saying. I thanked him and dashed straight to the assistant headmaster’s office. I didn’t want to waste even a second—I wanted to hear the good news from the horse’s own mouth.

When I got there, I knocked. No response. I waited a moment and knocked again. This time, he called out, “Yeeees, come in.”

I stepped inside. The moment he saw me, he said, “Go back to your classroom. Come during closing time.”

I didn’t like how he was postponing the final announcement, but I had no choice. I went back to class, this time finding our CRS teacher already teaching. I can’t recall the topic—my mind was elsewhere. I was too busy imagining myself striding into the Science class like a hero. I didn’t bother taking notes, and I skipped the class exercise too.

After CRS, another teacher came in. He introduced himself as our Literature-in-English teacher. He spoke about the scope of the subject, the texts we’d study, and what the course was all about. I’d always loved reading, so within minutes, I found myself completely hooked. At that moment, I thought, Maybe moving to the Science class isn’t worth it after all.

But then, the girl’s face flashed in my mind. That settled it—I was still torn.

By closing time, I had decided I’d tell the assistant headmaster I no longer wanted the transfer. I marched to his office and found him standing outside. I greeted him. He told me to wait inside.

I sat on the sofa, trying to steady my nerves. A few minutes later, he came in and handed me a sheet of paper. For a second, I was back in my JSS days, when the head teacher would hand me math questions to solve. But this time, it wasn’t math—it was science.

I did my best. Thirty minutes later, I handed it back. He scanned through my answers, smiled, and simply said, “Come and see me tomorrow.”

No verdict again. Just suspense.

Back at the boarding house, I was exhausted. I flopped onto my bed, and instantly, thoughts of the nameless post office girl filled my head. I imagined how I’d win her over—first as a friend, then as the one and only love of her life.

And then, somehow… she was there. In my room. Walking toward my bed.

She asked me to adjust so she could lie beside me. My heart raced, but I moved without hesitation. Her voice was soft and musical. The way she looked at me sent shivers down my spine.

It was the first time I’d been this close to her since the day she helped me find my lost key at the post office.

I touched her skin—so soft. I pulled her into a tight hug. She wouldn’t let go until I kissed her. She begged for it, like her life depended on my lips. I was ready. I cupped the back of her neck, drew her closer, and just as I was about to plant that long, deep kiss—

“Hey, it’s time for dining. Wake up!” my roommate’s voice cut through.

He walked out, leaving me frozen.

It was then I realised: it had all been a dream.

I sat up, so disappointed I wanted to cry. With a heavy sigh, I slipped on my white shirt and trudged to the dining hall.