My eyes kept looking at him as he strolled towards me, a pair of black glasses on his face. The ray of sunlight makes him look more handsome.
With a bag strapped at his back, he strolled down, making my breath hitch at every step he took. At that time, I could not help but wish that the carved chair beside me disappear. At least, it would save me from being in close contact with him if he stands up.

He moved closer to me as he sat beside me, putting off his glasses.
"Wow, what are you doing here?", his voice breaking me out of my reverie.
He is quite fast with his legs, I thought. I kept quiet looking at the other side, my sight lingering on the goose that appeared in groups, making their small noises.
" Oh! You look cold which does not fit your personality. I just hope Mrs. Linda apologized to you", those words making my heart beat faster.
I could not help but wonder how he was able to make Mrs. Linda apologize to me that easily since she happens to be a hard nut to crack.
"She did. How did you happen to make her do that, the son of the Vice-Chancellor", I stated as he wore a surprised look.
" You were not supposed to know that. You don't need to worry anyway, I'm glad Mrs. Linda won't bully you again", he said, giving out a wide smile, making me bite my lips gently.
"Hey, I understand if you see me as a bad person, but I just want to be friends with you, with no bad intention", he explained
" It is okay. I've agreed to the hangout. Meet me at 4 pm at the Mr. Biggs restaurant beside the main road. I hope that is okay with you", I asked as he nodded.
"Anything for you", he smirked, making me almost freeze on a point.
I quickly stood up to leave as he held me, making me sit, as I let out a gasp.
" I bought something for you", he held my right hand, while unzipping his bag to bring out a small box.
I could not help but feel the coldness of his hand crept down my whole body. He looked at me, placing the box in my hand, which appears to be that of a chocolate biscuit. The box looks beautiful with its purple and brown color. I smiled realizing the brand name 'Pure Bliss', which was one of my favorites.
"I hope we can be friends. And if yes, let this be the first gift I will give to you as a friend", his words calm making my heart flutter.

I held the box firmly, giving him a warm smile.
" Thank you. I appreciate", I appreciated as he beamed, brushing my head slightly with his hand as I chuckled.
"Don't thank me. It is the little I can do. I like you..", he paused catching me off guard
" I mean for being a good person. You are nice and have a good heart, carrying on your responsibilities. I should appreciate you for accepting my small gift and becoming my friend. I thought you won't want me to be close to you because I have the bad boy look", he explained the last part making me feel guilty.
I always develop a thing for someone with the bad boy saga, so avoiding them is the best thing to do from my point of view.
"I don't judge people like that. I..", I felt my word hanging as he placed his hand on my shoulder.
" Don't worry. I was just too happy I started spilling rubbish", he rambled as I began to laugh.
"You are funny Phil", I blurted out, giving him that confident smirk.

He leaned closer, making me almost flinch, as the strong smell of his cologne made its way to my nostril.
" Happy to humor you", he whispered, his gaze lingering with mine.
I quickly stood up, realizing his effects on me.
"Are you going somewhere?", he stood up, covering the distance between us.
" Em, yeah, Not really", my voice beginning to break, as he smiled, touching my shoulder.
"Calm down bro. I am not a lion", he said as I snickered, trying to calm my nerves.
" Once I get to my hostel, I would rest then head to the market to get foodstuffs. There is nothing at home", I voiced out as he nodded.
"Hope you don't sleep for too long, dear friend. Let me take you to your hostel in my car", he said, grabbing the box of biscuits, as he unzipped my bag and placed it in my bag.
I bit my lips slightly trying to think of a way to stop him from giving me a lift.
" You don't need to. My hostel is not far from here. I don't want to disturb you", I said, hoping he would have a change of heart.
"Who said I would be listening to that? You are my friend and I need to know my friend better right?", he drew the last part, as he pulled my hands.
We walked side by side as we both made our way to the school car park. I could not count the number of girls that kept looking at him with those eyes of theirs.
Getting to the park, I could not help but give a thumbs up for his low-key Camry car which was colored with army green, giving it a good look.
He opened the front door, beckoning me to get inside as I obliged. He put his glasses back on his face, giving him that dashing look, as he drove out of the campus.
I kept giving him directions as he kept nodding, which gives me a feeling that he already knows where I live. The frail music of 'You are my flashlight' playing from the mp4 speaker attached to the down part of his car dashboard.
After a few minutes of the music playing in the background, and Phil's silence, I could not help but fiddle with my fingers, praying we get to my hostel on time.
After some time, he parked in front of my hostel.
" Thank you", I quickly said, turning the knob of the door as I felt his cold hand from me, which made me turn back a little.
"You can call me if you are going to the market. I would love to help you", he said as I nodded.
" You don't have to worry, if my friend is around, we will go to the market. Thanks for the help and the biscuits", I flashed him a smile as he rubbed the tip of his nose.
"Are you trying to make me jealous? I will send you a message later on. I would love to take you to the market", he insisted as I nodded.
He is sure a bit hard to crack.
" Roger that. Thanks again", I said.
"What are friends for? Not only will I be your friend but your tutor in the Pharmacy field", he started.
" Oh! Ok then. Bye for now", I turned the knob as I stepped down, making my way to the stairs of my hostel.
Getting upstairs, I turned back hoping to catch a glimpse of him, before he leaves. I turned to see his hand hanging on his chin, as his gaze was on me.
I felt my heartbeat, as my face flushed, making me race inside my room. Thank God Chris is not around. I removed my shoes, as I slumped on the bed, the imaginations of Phil and I conversation brewing up in my brain.
He is older than you", I could feel my subconscious telling me as I shut my eyes.
I am not attracted to him right?"
The question kept lingering in my head as I dive into the world of sleep and dreams.
A\N: Any guess on who Philip is? And why is he trying to be friends with Michael?