Broken Mirrors [IN PROGRESS]

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I tried to comfort the boy we walked to his class, it's the least I can do. Unfortunately, he wasn't in the same class as me, but I knew Imani was. Imani is my best friend since middle school and she's my only friend really. 

I didn't even know this boy's name neither mine, but somehow I feel we relate to each other.

I couldn't tell what it was but I felt we had a connection.

No, that's impossible.

I was late to class and the teacher scolds me as I sit in my seat. 

I keep trying to maintain myself during classes. Sometimes it feels as if everyone is perfect. Everyone laughs and smiles but in the end, we are all against each other.

Clawing at assignments and tests and quizzes trying to ace every one of them to find a bright smile from our parents' and teachers' faces.

To be perfect.

Does that make us happy?

Does that make me happy?

I don't know.

It was finally lunchtime and I sat with some kids I was acquainted with.

"Hey, can I sit here?" A tall boy nervously asks us.

It's him, from this morning, who was brutally kicked. 

They all ignore him continuing to laugh about something stupid.

I could see the boy's face fell and his eyes were on the verge of crying. He really had no one at this school.

He probably had a terrible day. 

Guilt again.

I stood out of the table taking my lunch as the kids didn't even bother to look up.

I really am invisible to them.

"Hey, we can sit somewhere else. I'm kind of bored to sit with them anyways." I say smiling at him.

The boy's eyes lit up recognizing me.

We both find an empty table and eat in silence for a few seconds.

"So...What's your name?" He asks me.

That's right, I don't even know this guy's name.

"My name's Y/N, yours?"

"It's Namjoon." He says as he fumbles with his chopsticks as he picks up the food.

I nod as I munch on my sandwich.

"Are you okay? I'm sorry about what happened this morning, again."

Who am I kidding, no one is ever okay really at this school if you have a broken mirror. 

At least...I'm not okay. 

Plus what happened to him was terrible. 

"Yeah, another person took me to the nurse's office, I'm fine now."

"That's good," I reply.

I wonder if they asked him if he had a mirror or not.

We sat in silence again for a couple of seconds.

What else is there to talk about now, I'm not good at coming up with conversation starters.

"Hey, do you have a proper mirror?" He suddenly asks.

"Yeah of course I do, everyone does at this school."

He stops for a few seconds his mouth about to say something but he stops. 

 I wonder if he has a true mirror.

"Can I have your number?"

I look at him strangely as he suddenly jumps to another topic.

"Yeah sure but I'm not interested in romantic relationships at the moment. I need to focus on school." I say clearly to him straightforwardly giving him my phone where my number is there. 

He typed it out from his phone.

"Y-yeah. O-of course. I just wanted to be friends with you." He anxiously states as he puts the numbers on his phone.

Friends?

Well, that was embarrassing, I thought he was trying to do a move.

All I had was Imani really.

"Sure I don't mind that." I retort to him calmly.

It really didn't matter to me, I won't be texting him that much and he would get bored of me.

The only reason Imani and I are somehow friends is that she spams me most of the time and I get forced to reply to her. She also always talks to me, a total extrovert. She seems to have a liking for me. She herself doesn't have many friends either.

Just us, ever since middle school. 

He gives me back my phone and I look at his contact.

"Kim Namjoon."I read aloud the contact he wrote. 

I look at him seeing his face was turning slightly red as he nods.

"You have a nice name. Anyways, I hope we can be good friends as you said." I tell him with a little smile, a little surprised I made someone blush.

The bell rings and we hurry up to get to our classes. 

"See you later Y/N." He says as he cleans up.

"Bye Namjoon," I tell him as I walk to my next class.

He seemed like a nice person.