Heart's Desire

The air crackled with anticipation. The crowd, a sea of excited faces, surged forward, their eyes glued to the entrance of the school. It was Rexon Del'torre, the charismatic vocalist of the legendary band Logistic, who was about to grace us with his presence. I, along with my friend Terry, were caught in the tide of excitement, pushing our way through the throng.

"Ouch, can you slow down a bit?!" Terry complained, struggling to keep up with my frantic pace.

"All you do is complain, just keep up!" I retorted, craning my neck to get a glimpse of the approaching star.

"Excuse me! Excuse me!" I called out, squeezing through the girls who were practically climbing over each other to get a better view.

The rumor mill had been churning for weeks - Logistic was rumored to be enrolling at our school for the upcoming year. The thought of having Rexon Del'torre as a classmate sent shivers of excitement down my spine.

Finally, I managed to secure a spot in the front row. "Yes! This is perfect!" I exclaimed, beaming with satisfaction.

"Tss... What's the problem, you were the ones who cut in line!" A haughty girl with overly bright makeup and a sneer on her face retorted.

"Was there a sign saying, I own this place?!" I shot back, matching her sassiness.

She scowled at me, her expression making me falter for a split second. But then, I couldn't help but smirk. "What's so funny?" she asked, her annoyance growing.

"Your face is funny!" I quipped, raising my eyebrows. My playful remark seemed to ignite a firestorm of disapproval from the surrounding crowd.

"Bitch!" she yelled, her voice laced with venom.

"Same to you, bitch!" I retorted, my voice echoing her aggression.

I didn't notice the sudden commotion around me, my focus completely consumed by the approaching band.

"Enough of that, Lara," Terry tugged at my shirt, but I ignored her, my eyes glued to the entrance.

The crowd erupted in a cacophony of screams. "He's coming!"

I turned to face the direction where the band was approaching. And then, he appeared. Rexon Del'torre. My world seemed to stop spinning as he walked onto campus. His hair billowed in the wind, his eyes seemed to speak volumes without uttering a single word. His lips, even when closed, seemed to yearn for a sweet kiss.

My eyes softened as I watched him approach.

"Rexon!"

Even the way they called out his name sounded like music to my ears.

I saw his lips quiver as he warmly greeted everyone. But my fantasy abruptly halted when someone shoved me.

"Slut bitch!" The girl with heavy makeup screamed at me.

I wasn't prepared for the push, causing me to fall ungracefully to the ground.

"Ouch!" I winced as my hips hit the pavement. But I quickly looked around and realized I had almost fallen into Rexon's path. I quickly raised my gaze and realized Rexon was right in front of me.

"Holy God!"