Chapter 46: My Knight In Shining Uniform

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Chaeryeong's P.O.V

Great. Lia has a photoshoot for EDM High's school advertisement, so she can't attend any of the classes and walk with me to school today. I frowned at the thought of walking alone without anyone by my side and rummaged my hair, sulking as I strode on the sidewalk. Then, a certain tall girl caught my attention from the sidewalk across the one I'm on, and I noticed that she's alone like me too. Yeah, right. Somi also has a photoshoot together with Lia, resulting in Yuna's companionless state. I sneered when the aloof girl slumped her back with a forlorn expression on her face just like me. She prolly hates walking alone as much as I do. Sensing me glancing at her, she turned her head toward my direction, and I had to divert my attention elsewhere.

Finally, the school gates and its signboard came into my sight. Thus, I briskly quickened my pace, wanting to enter the school as fast as possible and stroll around the aesthetic campus in tranquility before the bell rings. Yuna and I passed the gates at the same time, none of us bothering to greet or even steal a side glance at each other. Truth be told, two weeks have passed since the day we joined Glee Club, and there are times when we have to act all friendly around each other during the Camp Rock scenes- where we have to communicate- but it's all pretend. Moreover, our friendship hasn't improved— not one bit. I would be lying if I say it doesn't frustrate me at all because there's a part of me that wants to end this childish feud albeit the fact that I started this. Nevertheless, a dominant part of me feels nervous and uneasy whenever she's around due to the four kisses she stole. I did not count that, and I am not gonna count for more.

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Yeji's P.O.V

I loosened my hold on Ryujin's waist and leaned back slightly to put a little distance between us, while she focused on the road ahead, continuously cycling toward the parking rack of the school. Simultaneously as she stepped on the brake, I swerved of the bike in an abrupt manner. When she was about to help me unfasten my helmet, I took a step back and told her that I could do it myself, receiving a puzzled look from her. Next, I tossed the helmet into the basket.

Ryujin and I walked side by side to the direction of the school building, our hands brushing against each other, sending prickles up to my arm. She was about to intertwine our hands, but I acted oblivious, scratching my head the instant I caught a small movement of her wrist.

"Yeddeong, what's bothering you?" She asked me, concern visibly lacing her voice. Nevertheless, I directed my gaze at the front, not daring to meet her enticing eyes that might indulge me in disturbing feelings, which I cannot quite decipher.

"I-I'm fine," I lied, failing to hide the stutter in my voice, thus she turned me toward her with her hands grabbing my forearms firmly and she stared intently into my agitated eyes.

"No, you're not," she discerned, piercing my soul with her gaze, and my heart began to race anxiously.

"I'm not. Let's just go." I gave her a smile that doesn't reach my eyes and I backed off from her touch.

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I sat on my chair, fingers grazing against the desk, and I stared at the floor beneath me. I can sense Ryujin's relentless eyes on my back, but I heaved a sigh of relief when she doesn't inquire me about my fidgety state, not intruding my personal space once again. Not gonna lie. I actually feel bad for her for acting this way, but I can't help it. I need to pull my thoughts together because my mind- no, my confusing feelings for her need to settle down before I become my normal self again. God Jihyo! Please enlighten me, for I am left in the dark without any wisdom of these maddening feelings that are etched in my poor heart.

"Good morning, class." I flinched when our Korean literature teacher's voice was heard, snapping me out of my reverie. The scrapping of chairs rang the class, followed by reciprocated greetings of students. "Alright, you can all sit down now." Our teacher dropped a satisfied nod.

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