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Rated: E · Fiction · Friendship · #2181824
When heart spoke, it didn't take lips to form the words...
Breaking The Ice

"What are you trying to do?" She glared at me.
I stammered. "Me, nothing."
"Don't try to play so innocent," she was facing me now. "Don't think I didn't see that little finger crawling towards my hand."
"Oh, no," I quickly denied. "I was going to take the pen."
"Don't lie," she cracked. "I saw you. You were trying to..."
"NO, No, no, no, no," I shook my heads and hands at the same time. "I didn't. I swear."
No way I was going to admit it. I had been trying to impress her for months now, but she ignored. More than once I had tried to brush my hand against hers in canteen lines or in practical classes but with no avail. She simply never noticed. I always froze up in front of her and didn't know how to break the ice, literally. So, I had given up and tried to concentrate on my books. Today, she came and sat down beside me and now she is arguing with me.
"Hello Mr. Thomas Simens," she pointed her pencil at me. "Don't try to be smart..."
"Excuse me, Miss, June Taylor."
We both turned to see Mrs. Spike, our geography teacher, standing behind us with her hands on her elaborate hips and brows crushed together.
"May I know what the matter is?"
June stammered and glanced at me. I swallowed.
"Mrs. Spike," I started. "Actually..."
"Actually," Mrs. Spike snatched the word from my lips. "You are going out of this class. Both of you."
Surprisingly, June didn't argue. With her head down she collected her staff and left. Mrs. Spike started tapping her feet impatiently. I clumsily grabbed all I had and followed her out of the class.
"You take too long, you know," she said once I stepped out of the classroom. She was waiting for me just beyond the doorway.
"I really didn't want to ..."
"I know," she said and smiled. "Let's sit by the pool."
As I fell into steps with her she let her hand caress mine. I recoiled under the effect. But she held on. It was soft yet warm.
We stopped.
"Would you mind?"
She looked at me, in my eyes, into my soul. Those clear brown eyes glistened with joy. I didn't mind. We smiled as our fingers knitted themselves together and they have been together for the past forty-five years. The only difference is that then Miss June Taylor is Mrs. Thomas Simens now.

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