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It would seem that Gura had an ordinary life. While studying at school, she did not plan to fall in love with someone, saying that she would devote more time to her studies. As always, Gura, as soon as she entered the classroom, immediately went to her place to prepare for the lecture, and then wait for the teacher. Of course, she had friends, only they studied in other courses, for which separate places in the blocks were allocated.
The next day, she walks along the corridor, which is filled with students, to her class, where her lesson is about to begin. Passing by the lockers with her rumors, Gura caught many voices. Walking even further, she noticed a crowd of girls near one of the lockers. She became very interested in what had happened there, so carefully, so that she would not be pushed out, Gura approached this crowd. Going deeper, she noticed an unfamiliar figure blonde hair girl, standing near the locker, thrust her textbooks there.
"It doesn't look like she ever studied here." Gura thought, examining her new acquaintance. "New student? Campaign, she touched the girls with something, since they almost climb under her arm."
"Girls, I certainly understand that you are my fans, but let me go to my class." Amelia said slightly annoyed as she slammed the door, too aggressively for the people around her not to flinch. "Would you mind letting me through, ladies?"
Her words sounded more like a statement to be quickly let through than a question, but apparently the smirk on her face didn't make it clear to the girls, who immediately made way for her. The blonde pretended to grab her invisible hat and bow in gratitude. Putting her hands in her pockets, the girl went towards the building for the third courses.
"Is she in her third course? It's clear why I didn't recognize her." Gura glanced at the clock, which was merry near one office, and was surprised. "I'm already late!"
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Gura was lucky because the professor hadn't come to class yet. With a sigh of relief, she proceeded to her place, where Kiara was already waiting for her. After greeting her friend, she sat down in her seat, getting ready for the lesson. When she finished, she glanced at Kiara, who was frantically flipping through her phone.
"What are you watching, Kiara?" It seems that when Gura started talking about this topic, the orange-haired one lit up, handing her her phone. "What is it?"
"What's this? Gura, you seem to be still in the nineties!" Kiara took the phone for herself to type something into the search, and then pulled it back to Gura. The girl began to look at what was provided to her, and Kiara explained. "Amelia Watson. She is a star! You should see how he looks on fashion albums, it must be so sexy and cool!"
Gura took a closer look at the girl depicted on the magazine and recognized in it the blonde she met in the corridor.
"So that's why the girls hit on her today..."
"Have you seen her?!" Kiara looked at her friend in surprise, and then with delight. "Tell me, was she really as sexy and cool as in the magazines?"
"No, she was normal. Like, just like a student." Gura hid the fact that the blonde seemed interesting to her. "I don't know what you find in her that makes you fall apart."
"God, how I want to get her autograph!"
Gura glanced at Kiara, who was probably already talking to herself while flying in her dreams. Snorting, she rested her head in her hand, waiting for the lesson to begin.
Having finally finished this day, Gura left the school. True, she could not foresee how, in just a few seconds, very heavy rain would fall. Looking up at the sky, she was already scolding herself for not checking the weather, or at least not taking an umbrella.
"Hmm, apparently the weather isn't in the mood either."
Grua was seriously frightened by such a sudden and unexpected alien presence. Almost jumping away, she turned her head to meet the profile of the same Amelia that Kiara had been praising at the time. Only this time, her face didn't have the smile she gave to the girls in the hallway, instead, her face wore a sad grimace.
"Look, if you stare at a person that long, you might be suspicious." She said with a chuckle, and it was only now that Gura realized that she had dreamed of Amelia for too long. She blushed to her ears, hurrying to turn the other way. A melodious laugh was heard from the blonde, which made the Gura forget for a second. "It's okay, I'm not used to it. Do you have an umbrella? The rain won't stop soon."
"N-no." Gura spoke in a slightly hesitant voice, and after a few minutes a crack was heard, and a shadow appeared overhead. Turning to the blonde, she noticed that she was standing near her, holding an umbrella in her hand and holding it out to Gura. "U-uh..."
"I'll go by car, and you need it more, I see, so take it." Already a friendly smile painted Amelia's face. Gura looks at her for too long. "It will be very embarrassing if I don't share it with you. Moreover, I will be offended if you do not accept it."
Gura does not know why, but she could not refuse the girl, especially when she looks at Amelia's smile, which asks her to accept this umbrella. Exhaling imperceptibly, she reached out with trembling hands to the umbrella handle.
Amelia is already standing near her car, and Gura continues to stand where she was, looking straight at the blonde. She, before getting into the car, turned to Gura, smiling, and then say it, loudly but normally, so that Gura can hear from that distance.
"Nice to meet you, Gura. Hope to see you again!"
"Wait how she..." Gura could not finish her thought, as Amelia, as if reading her thoughts, answered the girl's silent question.
"Your orange-haired friend bumped into me in the cafeteria and started talking about what a fan she is and how she wants to brag to Gura that she has my autograph." She explained, not forgetting to grin. "She must have mentioned you."
Gura looked for a long time in the wake of the departing car, not understanding why she found great interest in Amelia. That thought brought heat to her face. Shaking her head, she gripped her umbrella tighter, still feeling the warmth of someone else's touch. She definitely fell in love... still feeling the warmth of someone else's touch. She definitely fell in love...