I laughed it off and told her,
"My house is actually the other way… so technically, you were escorting me."
She smiled and shrugged, like maybe none of it mattered, as long as we got to walk side by side.
Then she mentioned she needed to collect some documents from the school we used for vac classes. Said it casually, but something about the way she said it made me feel like she didn't want the moment to end either.So I waited for her inside the school.
Leaning against the corridor railing, watching the school walls that once felt boring and cold now hum with memory.
Then her little sister showed up.
She couldn't have been more than six or seven. Big eyes. Little lips. That same warmth Yvette had, but in a mini version. She looked at me like I was a cartoon character come to life.
She asked me for money.
Not rudely , not even boldly. Just... like she knew I'd say yes.
So I reached into my pocket and gave her a note. A simple act, but something about it felt bigger. Like I was being folded deeper into Yvette's world , piece by piece.
She took the money and smiled before running off like it was part of some secret mission.
And I just stood there, smiling too, wondering:How did I end up here?
Not just in front of that school. But in this moment. With her.
As I stood there, waiting, still halfway caught in the feeling Yvette left behind… I saw him,
our biology teacher.
Walking across the school compound like nothing ever changed. Same awkward stride. Same loud voice. Same weird energy.
And just like that, memories rushed in.
The time he passed out condoms to the boys like party favors.The awkward sex talks.The way he'd casually say, "Some of you boys will fall in love when the girls arrive, mark my words!"
And the way we all laughed, thinking this guy is sick but now?
Now it didn't feel so far-fetched.
Back then, we'd roll our eyes, thinking he was just a perverted man trying to stay relevant. Maybe he was. But now I was standing on that same corridor, heart still tangled from the girl I just walked with, and I couldn't help but think...
Damn... this man was accidentally right.
Funny how life turns his nonsense into nostalgia.
I chuckled to myself. Not because it was funny. But because this whole thing ; Yvette, the school, the weird biology teacher in the distance felt like a full-circle moment I didn't know I was spinning in.