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chapter 2 | Innocent

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2:16 pm.

As everyone is entering the class, I drop myself on my seat and already hate this period of the day. French class, with Miss Kim, and added to that the bratty girl, y/n.

Speaking of which, she keeps her hood on, her bag hung on her like it would be on a child. She comes up to me in a sluggish manner, shambling to her chair that is right next to mine, to my biggest unfortunate.

"All right, everyone. A test is waiting for you at the end of this lesson, so listen carefully," this old woman ruins my mood twice more. This can't be real.

I sigh but see, from the corner of my eyes, y/n playing with her Pikachu. She removed her hood and her space buns are now in full sight, and she's chewing on her gum again. Does she ever give a break to her jaw?

"What do you want?" she catches me staring, turning her head to glance at me. "Am I that pretty?" she smiles, but I scoff at her face. "Hell no."

"You're just jealous because that face reflects wealth," she already starts with the boastful talk. I bite my inner cheek to oblige myself to ignore this girl, but she constantly squeezes her Pikachu in her hands, focusing on it more than the lesson.

She lowers her head to the desk and puts him down, she gazes at him and toys with his ears. Something is going on in her head, the opposite cannot be possible, she must have a screw loose for sure. And now she's talking to herself, who the hell did I get landed with?

I look away since I don't want anyone to believe I like staring at her and what she's doing.

50 minutes later...

"Hey," she taps her pencil onto my hand as the teacher just left. I sigh in an obvious manner to tell her she's annoying, but I still lay my eyes on her. "What the hell do you want?"

Her feet rise from the floor, and she puts her legs over my lap. "Do you have some candies? I'm having hypoglycemia right now...my head is aching," she rests her head on her hand, gazing at me and keeping her Pikachu next to her elbow. "You ate a lollipop not long ago, how can you feel the need to have some more sugar?"

"I need to eat sugar to feel all right...sugar makes me happy," she speaks but fidgets her legs over my lap, almost looking at me with a pout. "Ask that to someone else, and you won't like my candies because they're cheap."

"Do you think I eat expensive candies?" she chuckles, but I don't. "Yeah. Everything you have is expensive."

"Well, you're right. I don't want your cheap candies," she dares to now act arrogant, not removing her legs from me, she grabs hold of her bag and puts it on her thighs to look for something inside of it.

She takes a banana out of it and drops her bag back where it was. This girl has a fridge in her bag, she already took a few candies out of it, she ate an apple and orange at lunch break, but also a yogurt, and now she eats a banana. No wonder she's always agitated, she consumes sugar twenty-four hours a day.

She pulls the peel down without caring about what the boys might think, and she shoves the length in her mouth before taking her phone out.

She sucks on it, eating it in a suggestive manner. "Can you eat this more properly, please?" I stare at her but hate myself for the things I'm feeling at this sight of her. My hormones always take the upper hand on everything. Her eyes do not leave mine, and she slides it between her red and glossy lips to pull it out. "Since when is there a way to eat a banana properly?"