Hello, Sunshine

“What’s going on?” Mr Tan yelled. The whole class had dashed to one side of the room to peer out of the windows.

There was a boy in the empty court, standing next to his motorcycle, which was still running (very loudly).

He looked like a wad of freshly chewed gum. More specifically, with the wrapper still on it. His hair was bleached white, and the amount of gel he used was apparent. His hairstyle fell apart when he ran his fingers through it, and chunks of hair drooped over his face.

He was very tall, and his white hair contrasted his all leather attire.

We heard screams from the classrooms next to us, girls flailing their arms out the window to catch his attention. I think people started throwing hair ties and accessories at him.

He looked up, and the sun seemed to hit him at a perfect angle.

His leather get-up, motorcycle and hair all shined in the sun; plastic-y and leather-y and sweaty, he looked like a dark knight in the desert.

He reveled in the rain of personal belongings, catching some and throwing smiles at whoever threw it.

More screams ensued while I finally got close enough to the window, and caught a proper look at his face.

In that moment, his eyes moved to meet mine and gleamed bright blue in the sun, as if he had crammed sapphires into his eye sockets.

“Hello sunshine!” He yelled, waving enthusiastically at me like a golden retriever would wag their tail. It was as if he became a different person in that second, his bright smile contrasting his harsh clothing choices.

I’m not lying when I tell you there was a literal uproar in the classrooms on either side of mine. Screams turned into growls and in a moment, all the girls that were taught to be prim and proper turned into animals.

"Hey, who did he smile at?" "It was definitely me, he even waved in our direction!" Squeals of joy exploded from our classroom only, and I could feel the stares from the girls in other classes through the walls.

Security started to close in on him, and he immediately swung his leg over his motorcycle and revved, spinning around and spraying sand all around him.

The guards groaned and bent over, trying to get sand out of their eyes. The boy shouted into the air as he left, “I’m looking for the girl that saved my cat! If you know who you are, come to the boys' school!”

We cheered at his grand exit, the wheels of his motorcycle etched into the sand, and his voice engraved into all of our hearts.

Yet the poor girl (which was me, who did save a cat from a dog last week) who he had his eyes on, would have to go through hell if she were identified.

It’s quite nice to be studying in an all-girls school. We all go crazy whenever anyone beautiful walks by. But when everyone has a shared crush, you'd better be up for the challenge of having the whole school as your wing-women or eternal enemies.

Class resumed but the buzz continued for the rest of the day. Will he come back? Did I actually save his cat? Will I have to walk through the large gates of the boys' school alone?