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.

three judges consisting

with a benign face. The old lady

Whitney stands beside Frances.

them and suggests in a smiling tone, “I heard that you are a couple. Now that the theme of this competition is ‘love’, may

also don’t understand

word of it

me to see

are

likes to cheer up for

cheer, as shy as an

kissed me has printed in my mind. Thinking of his lingering kiss, my lips

audience, but I feel he’s smiling

he turns aside and cups her face in his hands, bending forward and laying

the same time, there are cheerful yells and whistles in the audience. I bite my lips tightly, watching him deepen the kiss, as if kissing a beloved

is always overbearing and wild, without any love. Whitney is different

so hard for me to accept the fact that

and romantic scene of them makes me

feet and say to Nicole with a quite low voice, “I’m

leave

the hall,