WHAT A TWIST!

Chapter 93

I settled into the spot beside Racy, my curiosity piqued by the bustling corridors. "What's the story behind the curfew?" I asked, my gaze drifting toward the lingering students. "I could've sworn it was supposed to be a nine o'clock affair."

Racy's eyes met mine, her expression thoughtful. "From what I've gathered, they've pushed the curfew to 10:30 or so."

My eyebrow arched in interest. "Why?"

Racy's shoulders rose in a gentle shrug. "..maybe the school realized not all students would have had their needs met. Some of us have to venture out to grab a bite or take care of other essentials. Guess they figured a bit more time wouldn't hurt."

I nodded, mulling over the information. "Makes sense, I suppose. It's not like we are robots who can just shut down at nine o'clock."

I glanced down at my watch, noting the time - 10:12. Racy's eyes met mine, a mischievous glint sparking within them. "So, spill the beans," she said, her voice low and conspiratorial. "Who's the lucky guy?"

I met her gaze, a hint of a smile playing on my lips. "Haven't you seen him?" I asked, my tone casual.

Racy's eyes narrowed, her expression turning sly. "Oh, so you're not denying it anymore? You're actually admitting that you have a boyfriend?"

I chuckled, shaking my head. "He's not my boyfriend... yet," I clarified, trying to gauge Racy's reaction.

Racy's eyes locked onto mine, her gaze piercing. She looked at me with a mix of curiosity and suspicion, as if trying to read between the lines.

Racy's eyes widened in skepticism, a hint of amusement dancing in their depths. "Wait, you're expecting me to buy that he's not your boyfriend, but you're clearly smitten?" she asked, her tone laced with playful incredulity.

I shrugged, a sheepish grin unfolding across my face. "Honestly, it's complicated. He's not my boyfriend... yet. I think we're navigating that territory, but I'm still figuring things out," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.

Racy's gaze locked onto mine, her curiosity palpable. "Tell me." she urged, her voice low and conspiratorial. "How did you two even meet?"

I leaned in, a mischievous smile spreading across my face. "Oh, it's a wild ride. You won't believe how we met. It was a collision course of chaos and hilarity – the kind of encounter that'll leave you questioning life's twists and turns."

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----- Racy's eyes widened in astonishment as I recounted the tale, her expression a captivating blend of amusement and curiosity. "You're not serious, are you?" she asked, her voice tinged with skepticism.

I met her gaze, a subtle smile playing on my lips. "I'm completely serious. That's how we met. Although, I did see him first when he was playing the piano. I was watching him from the window, but we didn't exactly... interact. I wouldn't count that as our first encounter, since it was more of a silent observation."

Racy's eyes sparkled with intrigue, her curiosity piqued. "Wait, so why did you take off when you saw him playing the piano? It's not like you were doing anything wrong," she pointed out, her tone laced with amusement.

I hesitated, feeling a flush rise to my cheeks. "I know it sounds ridiculous, but I felt like I was intruding or something. Like, I shouldn't be watching him without his knowledge."

Racy chuckled, her laughter musical. "That's not a crime, you know. You're allowed to appreciate talent from afar."

I smiled wryly, choosing not to elaborate.

Racy's gaze locked onto mine, her expression mischievous. "Oh my goodness, I wish I was there for the library incident. What would I have done, do you think?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

I laughed, imagining the scene. "I'm not sure, but I'm sure you would've handled it with your signature flair and finesse."

Racy's eyes shone with anticipation as she gazed at me, her voice filled with unbridled excitement. "I'm absolutely dying to meet him! I'm beyond curious," she exclaimed.

I raised an eyebrow, intrigued by her reaction. "If you meet him, what's the plan?" I asked, my curiosity piqued.

Racy's expression turned contemplative. "Hmm, probably nothing out of the ordinary. But tell me, is he ridiculously handsome?" she asked, her eyes locked onto mine with genuine interest.

I nodded, a warm smile spreading across my face. "Yeah, he's incredibly attractive. One of the most hottest guy here in school in school."

Racy's eyes widened in genuine envy. "Wow, you're seriously lucky! I don't even have a pencil,let alone an handsome boyfriend," she said, her voice laced with playful teasing.

I chuckled, responding with a lighthearted jab. "Well, maybe you should try your luck with the Korean guys – they're known for their good looks, after all."

Racy rolled her eyes good-naturedly. "Yeah, right! The ones I meet are so underwhelming, it's almost laughable. Some of them are so... visually unappealing, I don't even have words."

As the evening drew to a close, I turned to Racy, my voice low and deliberate. "Tomorrow, we'll venture out to the market to buy the necessary ingredients for the dinner."

Racy's eyes sparkled with a knowing glint, and she interjected, her tone laced with a hint of intrigue. "Ah, so tomorrow I'll finally meet him, won't I?"

I remained impassive, my features a mask of serenity. I didn't utter a word, my gaze drifting away from Racy's expectant face to the approaching teacher.

The teacher's voice rang out, firm yet gentle. "Students, the curfew has commenced. It's imperative that you retire to your quarters immediately. Please, let's proceed indoors without delay."

As the students began to disperse, their chatter and laughter filling the air, Racy's eyes remained fixed on me, searching for a glimmer of confirmation. I held my silence, a testament to my resolve to keep my plans unspoken.

I turned to face Racy, her eyes locking onto mine with an imploring gaze. "Can I spend the night in your room?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

I raised an eyebrow, curiosity getting the better of me. "Why?" I asked, my tone neutral.

Racy hesitated before responding, her words tumbling forth in a gentle stream. "Well, actually, I just want to spend the night in your room."

My curiosity turned into skepticism. "Don't you have roommates you can talk to if you're bored at night or something?" I asked, my tone tinged with amusement.

Racy's expression turned wistful, her eyes clouding over with a deep-seated longing. "My roommate has plenty of friends, and I feel so alone and bored because she doesn't even talk to me. I'm a jovial person; I like to talk and have friends. Somehow, my spirit connected with you, and I want to spend the night in your room."

I listened attentively, my tone softening slightly. "But isn't your roommate a nice person?" I asked, genuine interest piqued.

Racy shook her head, a faint smile playing on her lips. "Not to me, at least. She's not boring to her friends, but to me, she is. I just feel like we don't click, you know?"

As I accepted Racy's request, we fell into step with the throng of students making their way to their dormitories. Upon arriving at my room, Racy followed closely behind.

After a refreshing bath, I handed her a soft pair of pyjamas, which she accepted with gratitude. As I settled in to indulge in a K-drama, Racy joined me, her eyelids growing heavy as the minutes ticked by. Before I knew it, she had succumbed to slumber, her gentle snores a testament to her exhaustion. I couldn't help but smile, shaking my head in amusement as I continued to watch my show, the soft glow of the screen illuminating the quiet of the night.

As I pushed my laptop aside, the soft hum of the device ceased. My fingers instinctively reached for my phone, dialing a number etched in my memory like a reflex.

The line rang twice before voicemail kicked in, and I tried again, my concern growing with each unanswered call. Where was he? The uncertainty gnawed at me, and I opted for a text message instead. "Hey, are you still outside?" I typed, my thumbs moving swiftly over the keyboard. The message sent, I let my phone slide onto the bed, and exhaustion wrapped its gentle arms around me, pulling me into sleep.