In My Desperate Time

I’m flustered by his look, as I always would be.

Whitney, as one of the judges of the competition, is two seats apart from me to my right.

She looks over my direction as France’s eyes.

I lower my head uneasily, with my breath being uneven.

“Are you nervous?”

Nicole seems to have sensed that something is wrong with me and turns around to ask me.

Her attitude towards me has literally changed since I was cleared of the last plagiarism. Now the way she talks to me can’t be gentler.

I give her a forced smile and shake my head.

“I’m good.”

“The competition will start in three days, so don’t worry. We still have time to collect materials and get the spark of inspirations.”

Nicole pats my shoulder to comfort me.

As the ceremony moves on, the host invites judges of the competition to the stage.

judges consisting of

benign face. The old lady looks familiar, but I can’t remember

Whitney stands beside Frances.

you are a couple. Now that the theme of this competition is ‘love’, may I ask you to

language. I’m not good at it and I also don’t understand what he is saying, but strange enough, I understood the request he made to Frances and

it injures my

just miserable for me to see them being intimate and

are

cheer up for the fun,

blushes slightly in the cheer, as shy as an

fall on Frances’s lips. The way he kissed me has printed in my mind. Thinking of his lingering kiss, my lips seem to be

audience, but I feel he’s smiling

cups her face in his hands, bending forward and laying a soft

whistles in the audience. I bite my lips tightly, watching him deepen the kiss, as if

kiss on my lips is always overbearing and wild, without

it’s so hard for me to accept the fact that he loves

a beautiful and romantic scene of them

say to Nicole with a quite low voice, “I’m not

I leave there

of the hall, I run slap into