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(Earlier that day)
~I've always tried believing that what you do comes back to you, in a greater form but today it hit me for the first time that I am no exception in the ideology.
Just as I had previously heard, this school really doesn't have many girls.
While I struggle here to find my classroom, everyone is least interested in coming over and considering helping me out.
I had not been an unsocial nerd all my life but things happen, you know? Things that unexplainably affect you to such an extent that you consider tearing up your whole personality.
If I went on in this topic then it'll take me hours to reach my classroom. I'd certainly not want to enter my class after the bell rings.
This looks like it, 2A it says.
That's it! I checked the tiny paper I was given by the school administrator earlier.
The door to the room was open and students kept passing through the door with their respective friends.
Taking a huge breath, I walked into the class full of students standing here and there.
The room turned quiet for a while with their glances slowly dropping over me but fortunately, the bell rang immediately and everyone started settling down. I walked over to the third bench of the middle row that had my name pasted on it.
There was an extra pair of benches in the corner's extent of the room, which meant this new bench was set up for me.
I lowkey wished to sit back there but since I was allotted here, I didn't want to make a fuss.
Sitting down, I covered the side of my eyes with the curled bangs that forbade me from matching anyone's stare. Making conversation is no longer my thing.
"I almost thought you'd ditch school today, man"
A cheerful voice spoke from behind.
How are people so enthusiastic on the very first chilly day of the year?
I was just occupied in my own thoughts when I turned my head forward to see the guy he was calling out for.
"Traffic can-"
He couldn't finish for his mips froze as soon as my eyes met his.
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Heart throbbing.
Gaze unhinged.
Lips stunned.
We remained that way until I pushed my eyes on the empty desk.
No, please... anything but this.
A cold sweat appeared unattended on my forehead while my mind was abuzz with memories from elementary school.
Every interaction, every memory, everything I did, Everything I did to...
"In-sung?"
The guy from behind probably walked up to him.
In-sung.
He doesn't recognize me, does he? I've changed a lot.
My hair has grown longer, my face has gone through a series of changes and my height has had its own sort of effect too.
Then why did he look so stunned back then, his face had lost colors all of a sudden.
He has changed a lot too, as much as I could see in the brief moment just now. But his eyes... his eyes have always been like that, sharp... they pierce souls with just a stare. The eyes that spared no tears-
The door closed sternly and the class turned silent.
"Good morning students"
My head rose up as soon as I heard the teacher's voice.
"Good morning mam"
Everyone said in unison. Some attentively, some very casually.
"You'll need some more energy for this year"
The comparatively younger teacher said with a grin.
"Oh! right"
She exclaimed as soon as she looked at me.
Shit.
"We have only one new student this year in this division. Min-seo, may you please introduce yourself"
She asked a bit too politely for me to refuse.
I felt the turns in my stomach as I slowly rose up on my foot.
Earlier I had prepared a long enthusiastic-sounding speech but now I was in no mood to speak or even remember everything I needed to say.
"Hello everyone,"
I started, after having a hard time looking up.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on me but mine were hovering trying to not look at someone specific at a time. That gives me anxiety.
"I'm Min-seo..."
I tried.
I could not feel my dry throat anymore.
My eyes as if very determinedly decided to sit on that one person I would rather want to avoid the most.
He is looking at me, with coal-black eyes probably way darker than usual.
Just by that, it felt like he held a grudge... like he should. His thoughts are probably abstract in all the rage his heart holds for me.
I looked down on my shoes when it felt like I was turning into ashes in the rage of fire he non-verbally threw at me.
"I don't intend to make friends here. Don't mind me being around"
I say without a thought, my hands turning into loose fists.
"Huh?"
"Did she really just say that?"
"Woah... She is so full of herself"
The room filled with whispers as soon as I bowed slightly before walking back to my seat.
As I tried to bury all the noise around me with my own thoughts, one calm remark made its way through the cloud of protection I managed to make in my head.
"Such a loser"
Even when In-song's voice has changed a lot, I was not mistaken in recognizing his voice. His tone.
While my eyes widened on my bench involuntarily thinking of him saying that, I instantly regretted being so casually bold on the front.
A new round of stunned whispers started circulating suddenly.
"Did you hear that?"
"When did In-song start picking on people?"
"He was too good to be real anyway. This is better"
A cold shiver ran down my spine thinking of something I hadn't considered before.
He wouldn't probably be such a...
No, you are... a loser
The memory kept rewinding until the maths teacher started making noise on the board with her broken chock.
TO BE CONTINUED