Chapter 33 â I Like You (2)
It heavily rained after they finished picking all the red strawberries. Louise escaped the downpour towards the student cafeteria and drank the warm lemon tea provided by the caretaker.
âThank goodness.â
She was grateful they managed to pick the strawberries before the rain. The caretaker washed the strawberries and placed Louiseâs share in a small basket while she hungrily swallowed down a meat and vegetable sandwich into her work-starved stomach. There was no time to eat slowly. She had to make it on time for Professor Hewittâs class, and he wasnât lenient to latecomers.
She didnât have an umbrella, but luckily Simon was well prepared with one and kindly escorted her to the lecture hall. Because of their height difference Simonâs shoulders ended up getting terribly soaked.
âIâm sorry.â
Louise frowned sympathetically as they entered the corridor.
âItâs okay. Iâm used to it.â
They stopped in front of the classroom door.
âWork hard.â
Of course, he didnât forget to leave her warm encouragement.
âYou too, Simon. Thank you very much for today. â
âYouâre welcome.â
He left with only those curt words. Louise hurried into the lecture hall. She was tired from the physical labor early in the morning and the warm food she had put in her stomach. No, not tired, sleepy. Louise sat by the window and yawned. She wanted to rest for a while, so she lay down her head on the table and felt the cool desk warm up under her cheek. She closed her eyes for a moment, then soon fell asleep.
âLouise?â
She could feel someone shaking her shoulder. She cracked open one eye and saw the president looking down at her.
Iâm tired, donât touch me, she wanted to say, but she was too exhausted to even move her mouth.
The heaviest eyelid in the world slid down.
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What was going on? Concerned, Ian sat next to Louise and looked at her lying on the table. Her hair was damp and her clothes were covered in mud. Did she fall? Was she hurt? He looked at her hands and legs but couldnât find any injuries. What else could it be?
As his worry grew, her breathing gradually eased. He could her see back comfortably rising up and down as if she were sound asleep. She looked half-wet.
ââ¦Youâll catch a cold like this.â
He sighed and took out a handkerchief from his shirt pocket and squeezed some moisture out of her hair. The thin handkerchief was quickly saturated with water.
âLouise.â
He called out again carefully.
ââ¦Louise?â
She could get in trouble if she didnât wake up soon. Professor Hewitt was never late for class. But in her deep sleep Louise did not move an inch. Was she sick? Ian swept aside some of her hair and felt her cool cheek. He didnât think she had a fever, but it still wasnât safe for her temperature to go down like this.
His hand was still on her cheek. When Louise finds out about this sheâs going to cry and say, âWho allowed you to touch me whenever you wanted?â His hands were warm though, and it would be of some help. As time went by he could feel her cool skin slowly returning to its normal temperature and he finally removed his hand. It would be embarrassing if Louise woke up and saw him.
Louiseâs lips drew into a soft smile. He had told her yesterday that that kind of defenseless look was unfair. He ruffled her wet hair as her chin was tucked in her arm.
When Louise awoke, there was silence everywhere.
âWhy is it quiet?â
It couldnât be. She had come to class, it couldnât be quiet around here! Louise jumped up from her seat in terror. There were no professors or students in sight. What was going on here? She closed her eyes for several seconds.
âClass is over.â
A reply came from nearby. Ian. Louise looked back at him with a tearful expression.
ââ¦Did I ever wake up?â
âYou know the answer to that.â
âWhat did the professor say?â
âPrepare for the lowest grades.â
âWhat?!â
âIâm kidding. The professor didnât say much. Maybe he was flustered.â
Professor Hewitt was a dignified professor without exception. He probably never had a student that so proudly slept in class.
âIâll have to go and apologize later.â
âThatâs a good idea.â
âHow was class anyway?â
âIt was hard. He talked about the test a lot.â
âOhâ¦â
Come to think of it, there was an upcoming test. She couldnât fall asleep in class just before an important time.
âAnd you?â
âMe?â
âYes. What are you doing here?â
âI may have been waiting for you to wake up.â
âIâm sorry.â
She must have caused him some anxiety for no real reason.
âItâs nothing. Itâs alright for me to worry about an old friend.â
âIâm glad you said so.â
âAnyway.â
Ian sat back and looked straight at Louise.
âWhat happened to you?â
He had been waiting around after class just so he could ask her that question?
âOh, right.â
Louiseâs face brightened, a contrast to her messy appearance.
âI was going to give you this!â
Louise picked up the basket she had put down on the floor and placed it on the desk. She pulled away the cloth covering to reveal bright red, shining strawberries. Ian looked between the basket and Louise in amazement. She picked them in this rainy weather?
âOh, we picked the strawberries right before it rained,â
Louise added with a wave of her hand as if she read his face.
âIâll be happy if you shared it with someone you like. Iâll be even happier if you find out that it tastes different from cucumbers.â
This wasâ¦
What should he say?
Ian felt a stab of worry. Of course, it was standard practice to say thank you when you get a gift, but seeing her like this with a smiling face with dirty clothes and hairâ¦
He gave a small sigh. He had to say something.
âThank you.â
Louise beamed at his reply.
âAnd as you say, Iâll share it with someone I like.â
âGood luck.â
âIâd better get going.â
He picked up the basket of strawberries and stood up from his seat first.
âDo you have class?â
âNo. Iâm going to give the strawberries to someone I like.â
âAhâ¦â
Louise nodded her head.
âSo get up. The both of us should hurry.â
âWhat? Me?â
âWho else is here?â
âDo I have to go with you?â
âYouâre asking the obvious, come on.â
Ian, cute strawberry basket in hand, stepped out into the hallway with Louise behind him. Of course she had to continue protesting.
âHey, do I really need to follow you? I have to go to the dormitory andââ
âItâs okay. It wonât take long. Theyâre right there.â
Stella?
Louise looked to where Ian pointed, but she could not see her beautiful red hair.
Instead, there were two familiar faces. Claire and Dean. Ian quickly walked up to them then plucked a strawberry from the basket and stuffed it into Deanâs mouth.
âI like you, Dean.â
ââ¦Are you crazy, President?â
âI canât help it, itâs that kind of a strawberry. Itâs what Louise told me to do.â
Ian took out another strawberry and put it into Claireâs mouth.
âI like you, Claire.â
âWhat an honor for my family. I received a confession from Ian Audmonial.â
âI canât help it, itâs that kind of a strawberry. Itâs what Louise told me to do.â
Ian repeated the same excuse.
âI should thank the strawberries and the Louise for the honor.â
âEnjoy it with relish.â
ââ¦President?â
Louise tugged on his collar from behind him.
âWhat? Iâm eating strawberries with the people I like.â
He mumbled as he pushed three strawberries into his mouth. He began handing out strawberries to any students that passed by.
âI canât help it, itâs that kind of a strawberry. Itâs what Louise told me to do.â
Louise stood behind Ian and watched him greeting the students, laughing, and praising the sweetness of the strawberries. Then she realized. Ian wasnât lying when he said he liked everyone. He really liked Dean and Claire and the students who took the same class. What Louise had said earlier wasnât so nice. The supply of strawberries quickly dwindled, leaving only one.
âThereâs only one left, â
Louise murmured regretfully. If she knew that everyone would enjoy them so much, she wouldâve have gotten more.
âYes.â
Ian picked up the last strawberry and looked at Louise.