Marcell smiled faintly, and then he began to move his face that was originally very close to Weeby. The boy looked at Weeby deeply, Weeby's cheeks felt hot, and Marcell could see that a red tinge was already visible on the pair of cheeks.
Beautiful? Weeby had never heard that word spoken from Marcell, somehow her stomach seemed to be flown by thousands of butterflies, and Weeby doesn't know since when the rush of her blood sounded soft.
Embarrassed, Weeby covered her face with both palms, she really wanted to scream as loud as possible, Marcell had turned her mood upside down. How could this just happen? Weeby needed to have her liver checked by a specialist doctor who specialized in people with liver disorders. Yes, Weeby thought she would do just that, surely her heart was broken right now.
"Thanks, I accept your compliment," said Weeby, still pretending to be annoyed, she did not want to look happy by Marcell's words.
The boy just nodded in response, he looked at Weeby intently, Marcell wasn't lying, indeed, Weeby looked very beautiful, he couldn't deny it.
"What is the purpose of you asking me to meet here?"
Marcell immediately blinked his eyes a few times, his reverie immediately dissolved when the voice from Weeby shifted his focus. Staring at the girl blankly, Marcell didn't hear what Weeby said.
"What?"
Weeby tapped her forehead, actually, she was very lazy to repeat the question again. But what can be made? She needs that answer. Not long after, Weeby repeated the question again. Exactly the same, nothing different from the words. It was just the tone of her voice that she raised. Weeby didn't want Marcell to tell her to repeat it again. Weeby did not want to do that for the third time.
"Already, just want to say that you're beautiful," Marcell replied. His nape, which did not feel itchy at all, Marcell scratched repeatedly, and he smiled widely.
Weeby's mouth then opened wide. What kind of answer had her ears just caught? Marcell asked her here just to tell her she was pretty? Weeby was annoyed to hear that, her fist was already formed in such a way. Now Weeby was just waiting for the right time to punch Marcell's jaw.
"Holy shit, you're so annoying, if I understood, I wouldn't have come here. "You're just annoying people."
Weeby turned her body around, turning her back to Marcell just like that. Weeby had every right to be angry, Marcell's annoying nature was unforgivable. The call from Marcell that merged with the air was ignored by Weeby, since Weeby had decided to turn off her sense of hearing. Weeby did not want to talk to that boy for the time being.
"No, By. I'm just kidding. I want to talk to you seriously. I swear, I'm not messing around this time. It's about-"
"About what?" Weeby asked with a shout because Marcell never continued his words. Too curious about that, Weeby turned around, her eyes sharply directed towards Marcell.
Clumsily, while holding back his nerves, Marcell let out his breath to focus.
"This is about my feelings," Marcell replied nervously. He looked at Weeby, who was stunned on the spot.
Feelings, he said? Matters of the heart? Weeby couldn't say anything else. Her mouth was glued shut, she was frozen in place. Only her eyes moved swiftly to look at Marcell in front of her.
Weeby's heart couldn't be controlled anymore, the words from Marcell really made her stricken with confusion. Was Marcell really going to shoot her? What floor would Weeby say? Weeby was nervous, her fingers were already sweating. While waiting for Marcell to say something more, Weeby thought hard about the most appropriate words to use as an answer.
Right after Weeby had thought firmly, Marcell spoke again. His gaze met Weeby's eyes.
"By, I want to talk to you, and I hope you agree with my question this time. Can you?"
As if someone had pushed her head from behind, Weeby nodded unceremoniously, her chest already pounding from the question that came from Marcell's lips.
Marcell smiled with satisfaction, "I'm begging you, and I hope you'll be-"
Marcell closed his mouth again, his gaze locking with Weeby's beautiful eyes. The look in Marcell's eyes made Weeby swallow her saliva. Marcell's words that continued to hang made Weeby anxious himself.
"I want you to be my seatmate like before, I must be lonely sitting alone again. You want to, right?"
Weeby immediately bulged her eyes. What she had just heard was beyond her expectations; her feelings were suddenly upset. With a long breath coming out of her nostrils, Weeby's eyes wouldn't move from Marcell. Unnoticed, she nodded in agreement until Marcell gave him a brief smile.
"Okay."
Actually, whose fault was it? Was it Weeby who got her hopes up or Marcell who gave her false hope? Weeby thought Marcell was going to ask her out at first!
To cut a long story short, the next day at school:
"Uti, I want to sit at the back again, can I?"
Really, Weeby felt bad asking Uti about this. She couldn't bear to leave her best friend, who had already accepted her complaints.
"With Marcell?" Uti stopped her writing activity, and then her gaze met with Weeby's pair of eyeballs.
A nod of the head from Weeby made Uti smile slightly, and then she spoke again, "Whatever you want, I can't force you?"
"It's okay? Are you sure you don't mind me sitting there with Marcell again?"
Uti nodded firmly as she raised her thumb. However, she didn't entirely agree, and after Weeby left, it was certain that she would be lonely. Indeed, Marcell had been sitting alone again when Resti was told by the school that she had been expelled.
Right when the news broke, her classmates felt bad for Weeby. It didn't take long to straighten the matter out again.
"Alright, I'll go to the back first, Ti? I'll treat you to a break at the cafeteria. I'll let you eat whatever you want in the cafeteria."
"Seriously? I'm suspicious of you, how weird is that?" Uti tapped her fingers on the table, trying to think of Weeby's strange behavior.
"You also often treat me, once in a while I'll treat you, it's okay, right?"
"It seems strange, but what is it?"
Weeby rolled her eyes, her best friend was thinking a lot. Does Weeby look weird? Uti was really overreacting.
"Are you dating Marcell, By?" guessed Uti. Weeby unexpectedly smiled in embarrassment, making Uti's face light up. The stocky girl couldn't believe it.
"Seriously, By, are you dating Marcell?"
Uti still didn't believe it for sure, she just wanted to make sure. But again and again, all she got was a sweet smile from Weeby. It was a little annoying, but it was okay. Uti knew that Weeby was holding back her embarrassment.
"Alright, I'll accept the treat from you, but do you really want to pay for all the food that I'll order at the cafeteria, By?" Uti blinked her eyes repeatedly, looking at Weeby with a cheerful twinkle on her face.
"Yeah, you don't believe me?"
Uti cheered happily, and then she waved her hand, telling Weeby to get out of her seat. Uti knew that Marcell was waiting for her back there. The plump girl looked at Weeby's retreating back, occasionally giggling.
"Weeby, you match Marcell perfectly. You're beautiful, and Marcell is handsome. The seeds from the two of you will definitely produce good results if you two get married and have children. When will I have a boyfriend?" Uti was talking to herself, her eyes refusing to move to stare at the back, Weeby looking very romantic with Marcell.
"Do you want to be like them? Just be with me, what do you want?"
Uti immediately turned her face, looking for the source of the voice, but once she saw Novan, who winked at her, Uti almost vomited. Uti quickly rolled her eyes lazily.