He Started It by Hitting on Me

The Jealous and the Stupid

The few days had been such a bore. Not one thing has ensued that caused me to be amused or entertained. Not one thing.
Usually it would Taemin or Onew, but Taemin has been awfully busy lately and Onew is too scared to do anything stupid now. It's all because of that Tiny Loud Mouth girl. She's always bugging him and it makes him crazier and scared. He turns to extra servings of chicken when in his sad aura.
Key's been complaining about his schedule being wrong and is pissed off about not having most of the same classes as Hea Won. Hea Won was pissed off that she's sitting next to Kang Bae and that he never seems to stop bothering her. However, as much as I'd like to help her, I wouldn't want to get entangled in the mess that's not mine. Besides, Kang Bae doesn't do anything that's that bad. She'll be okay.
Minho hasn't been open about his relationship with Yanna and it made me wonder a little. But I realized it was because he thought his personal life wasn't as important as what goes on in our little group. I wanted to tell him he was wrong which I do, but he would never listen. I forgot to mention but Yanna isn't in our school yet. She has to get her registration and go through this whole process to be able to go here. God, it's like almost the end of the school year. Is this really necessary?
Jonghyun was very abnormal. Not weird- abnormal. He's abnormal. He's always staring at me with this weird look in his eye and would always make this weird face when I make fun of him to get the awkwardness out. He would tease me back and it would get things right back on track but I can't help but notice the red appearing on his cheeks. It looks like he's getting a fever but in a few seconds it would fade away. Other than that, we're okay. No physical contact whatsoever and I was glad about that.
Class is ty and boring but it's alright. In math, we're learning about trigonometry now. Ms. Kim is very quick on the topics and gives us tests after a couple of things we learned about. She has been lacking in being present in class lately. One minute she's teaching us, the next minute she's running out of the classroom to God knows where.
In science we had taken the quiz after the first day back to school and I'm pretty sure I aced it. Professor Cheung is still the same monotone teacher.
Boring is all I can say.
It's Thursday today and I'm in fourth period. Math is what I have and I'm already done with the work we've been assigned.
Onew is busy praying to God that he will be able to stay away from Tiny Loud Mouth and live for another day. And for chicken to be free.
Key and Hea Won are doing things I don't want to know.
I turn my attention to Minho. "Hey Minho," I greeted him.
Minho looks away from his textbook and looks at me. He smiles at me. "Hey Mi Young."
"Watcha doin'?" I asked him.
"Nothin'."
"What does nothin' mean in your language?" I asked him, curious.
"Whatever you want it to mean," he replied, smiling.
I raised an eyebrow and leaned back in my seat slowly. "I see..." I went back to my notebook, doodling away for a couple of minutes. That's when I felt a pair of eyes behind my shoulder.
"Watcha doin'?" Minho asked me, eyeing my notebook paper.
"Nothin'."
"What does nothin' mean in your language?"
"Whatever you want it to mean," I smirked at him. He smiled in return. We smiled at each other for like a moment or so, but felt two pairs of eyes staring at us. As if on cue, we both turned our heads to face Key and Hea Won, who were staring blankly at us. All four of us were staring at each other. Suddenly, I felt a soft blow of wind beside me and I averted my eyes to the side. Onew's head was right next to mine, staring across at Key and Hea Won. Everyone looked at Onew.
Onew looked at all of us. "What? I felt left out..." he trailed off, pouting a little and going back to his work. After that, Key and Hea Won went back to what they were doing and Minho went back to his work. I sighed and rested my head on my palm. I turned my head back at Minho and saw him turn his head at me the same time.
We both smiled.
After math, we had english. Nothing new there, but Hea Won and I had it. Just only us two and that gives us the advantage to talk without any distractions.
She sat next to me after the late bell had rung. She flashed a smile at me. "Hey Mi Young," she greeted.
"Mm."
"I saw a couple of girls wearing these new shoes I've been wanting for a while now but I could never find them. I tried to ask them where they got it from, but they ran away from me like I was some kind of monster," she told me.
"Why's that?" I asked bluntly, playing with my pencil. I really had no interest in this.
"I don't know! That's what makes me so confused," she replied, furrowing her eyes in confusion.
"Nice to know," I muttered, hearing the teacher starting to talk about today's lesson.
"Ahhh yeah. So anything happened to you?" she asked.
I shrugged. "Not really. Nothing happened that was interesting, so..."
"Did anything happen with Minho?" she asked suddenly. I furrowed my eyebrows.
"What?"
"Anything with Minho. Is there something you're... involved in with him?"
"Uhm... no."
She raised an eyebrow. "You sure?" she asked.
"Pretty sure."
I couldn't tell her I knew Minho had a girlfriend. I couldn't tell her that she was transferring to this school in a while. I couldn't tell her that they're professional kissers. I want Minho to say it by himself. It's his business anyway.
"Are you lying to me?" she asked me.
"No."
She stared at me for a long while and kept staring at me until sighing and folding her arms. "Okay then."
English went by quickly. After english, lunch came and I ate food. Taemin was still nowhere to be seen and Onew has been hiding more frequently. I really wanted them to do something to make the day a little less boring. There's nothing to do anymore...
JONGHYUN'S POV
"Hyung."
"Yeah?"
"I think..."
"Mhm?"
"I think..."
"Yes?"
"I think... I'm fat."
"What?"
"I think I'm fat."
"You think you're fat."
"Yeah."
"Why's that?"
"Because I got layers of fat under my shirt."
"How many?"
"Two."
"You call that fat?"
"When you're a man like me, yes."
"Aish."
Taemin pouted. "Well, what am I supposed to do? I think I haven't got much exercise in the last few months. I really need to keep going to those dance classes."
I rolled my eyes. "Taemin, you're a kid..."
"Nuh-uh."
"Uh-huh."
"You don't know anything hyung."
"I know more things than you do."
"Oh yeah? Name them."
"I know how a hole feels when a enters-"
"I DON'T WANNA HEAR ANYMORE." Taemin ran out of study hall, covering his ears and running into his next class. I chuckled to myself and leaned against the lockers. It's fun to mess with Taemin; especially when you're really bored.
Nothing happened at all this week. Nothing funny or interesting. No .
Ever since we came back to school, test dates have been setting in the upcoming weeks and projects are starting to develop. It's annoying how seniors have the most work in the last year they're here.
It's annoying how life works.
I flipped through the pages of a textbook, barely looking at it so I could just waste time. Study hall was going to end any moment and I would have science. I don't like my new schedule; I don't have lunch with Mi Young. I have lunch with these retards. They play with food instead of eating it. It's weird because I think I'm the only decent one there. And s don't count. Well, there is this one kid who stays in the corner of a table with his textbook but I don't know him enough to call him decent.
He looks like a nose-picker.
Suddenly, I heard a overreacted gasp.
"Do my eyes deceive me? Is Jonghyun actually studying? Aigoo, aigoo this is so funny!"
"I could study if I wanted to," I snapped. Key smirked at me. He was standing in front of me with one arm leaning against the locker.
"Even if you did study, I bet you'd fail," he teased.
"Do you have anything better to do than to make fun of me?" I asked.
"Yes I do. But knowing that you accept your feelings, I know that you aren't emotionally strong now."
"So you're intending I was emotionally strong before?" I asked.
"Yeah, but that's the past. It's the present and you're overflowing with love," Key sighed.
"SHH!" I whispered as I put a finger onto my lips. He raised an eyebrow. "People could hear you," I whispered.
"Oh yes, I forgot. You don't want this to be public, do you?" he asked.
"No. They'll want to know who it is and whenever they do find out, the girls who are mad will track down the one I'm crushing on. I don't want that to happen!"
"Awww, Jjongie really loves Mi Y-"
"SHH!"
"-ou-"
"SHH!"
"-n-"
"SHH!"
Key quieted down and looked at the floor. My heart's rapid beating slowly started to sigh in relief as I stared cautiously at Key's expressionless face. After a few moments, I sighed out loud and leaned my head back against the lockers.
"-g."
"AISH!" I yelled, throwing my arms into the air. Key giggled at me and shrugged.
"Sorry, I couldn't help myself," he apologized. I sighed again.
"It's okay. What brings you here?" I asked.
"Well, I have a guess about something that you should know about," Key replied. My heart did a small flip.
"What? What is it?" I asked. Whenever anyone brings up something that I should know about, I already feel excited and anxious. Unless it was like a useless saying people do almost all the time. You know how people say they have something important to tell you and you get like really excited, only to end up disappointed because it was just a 'hi' or 'I like potatoes' ? Yeah, I find that annoying.
"Well... it has something to do with Mi Young..."
Another flip.
"What is it? Tell me already," I almost begged, but it sounded like a bark.
Key bit his lip while looking at the floor but looked at me. "I think Minho and Mi Young have something," Key said.
"Like what? Money?" I asked.
Key rolled his eyes. "Babo, not that kind of something. I meant chemistry."
"Why bring science into this?"
"What the hell? You babo, I meant I think they're together," Key groaned.
"Ohhhhhh," I say, nodding my head as I got it.
...
My face fell and my shoulders kind of slumped. Key must've noticed this because he went to explain on furthermore. "In math, both Hea Won and I observed Minho and Mi Young have been talking to each other a lot more and... kind of flirting with each other," Key explained, saying the last few words with a quiet tone in his loud voice.
"B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-but... she doesn't flirt with anybody," I defended, hearing my voice becoming all stutter-like. I was right, you know. Mi Young doesn't flirt with anybody. Even if it's Minho. Since when did Minho and Mi Young ever talk to each other anyway? Why do they have math together? How come he gets to see her twice a day? Don't I see her twice a day? How come I can't have math with her?
That's not fair.
FREAKING MINHO; WHAT DOES SHE SEE IN HIM? I'M LIKE MUCH BETTER.
RIGHT?
RIGHT?
RIGHT?
RIGHT.
"Yeah, I know but it looks like she's flirting with Minho. Must be something to cry about, huh?"
"Psh. No. I could be hit by a thousand bricks and not cry at all," I muttered, folding my arms.
"Now we all know that's a lie. You started to cry when a dog died in a movie. You really think you'll be able to stand against a thousand bricks?" Key asked.
"You make me sound like a ."
"That's because you are one."
"Key!"
"Jonghyun!"
I took a deep breath and kept a poker face on me. "I'm not going to cry," I told him.
"I didn't say you were," he replied calmly.
Tch. Smart mouth Key. That doesn't . I pursed my lips a little and shrugged slightly. "Whatever. It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter at all," I simply stated, walking away. As soon as I took a step, I felt myself being pulled by the lockers and sliding down to the floor. I pulled my knees by my face and started to rock back and forth.
Key's shoes were right beside me and I could see his knees bending down to my level. His arm went around me and pulled me close, trying to give me comfort. He patted my shoulder. "It's okay," he sighed.
I pouted. It's not okay.
You see how I'm so -like here? You should really have a taste of my thoughts.
That'll change your mind 360 degrees.
MI YOUNG'S POV
By the time I got to science, Professor Cheung was already there. He was sitting at his desk, writing something with such speed. He's weird. I go to my seat with heavy footsteps and threw my bag carelessly onto the other side. I plopped in my seat and let my arms slide over the desk, sighing with boredom around the carbon dioxide I had given out.
A couple of students were already here but before I knew it, kids started to pile in. Hea Won came in with a displeased look on her face as soon as she saw Kang Bae sitting on top of his desk. He was smirking at her with his eyebrows being raised up and down. Ew.
She hesitantly took her seat and tried to stay away as much as possible. Kang Bae got off from his desk and slapped his buttocks down onto the chair. The loud noise startled Hea Won and she flinched, giving a dagger to Kang Bae. He smirked in response.
From the corner of my eye, I saw Onew making the tiniest footsteps to his seat. Tiny Loud Mouth was there in her seat, waiting for him. She was looking at him with... lust(?) in her eyes and waited patiently as he arrived. He took really tiny steps, tinier than a baby and I think it's been a minute already but he's still by the entrance. However, someone else comes by the entrance and it's none other than Jonghyun. He looks the same, ugly and short as he walks his way towards his seat which was next to mine.
The chair made a shrilly squeak as he pulled it back and he made a loud plop! as he sat on it. He looked straight forward as he got his things together and didn't bother saying looking to me. Huh.
Professor Cheung got up from his seat from the front and cleared his throat. "Today, we're going to talk about heat. Now, heat is the quality of being hot or high temperature. Examples of excessive heat; the sun. The sun is composed of- Jinki."
I stopped my pencil on the center of my page. Jinki? The sun is composed of Jinki?
"Lee Jinki, what are you doing?" Professor Cheung asked. All of the students plus I turned our heads around and found Lee Jinki a.k.a. Onew halfway to his seat. He was in the middle of the classroom and had a scared look on his face. He slowly laid eyes on Professor Cheung and he blinked at him.
"I... was checking to see if the sun was here today," Onew lied. He looked at the window and pointed at the sun. "Yup, it's here," Onew nodded, pointing and nodding again. Professor Cheung took a short breath.
"Go to your seat."
"Okay."
Onew hung his head low as he made it to his chair, taking a seat and staying far away from Tiny Loud Mouth. Why didn't Professor Cheung put Hea Won and Onew together and Kang Bae and Tiny Loud Mouth together? That way, everything would have been just fine. Or Hea Won and I and Jonghyun with Onew. Much better that way.
Tiny Loud Mouth smiled at him. "Hiiiii~" she giggled. Onew shivered.
Professor Cheung cleared his throat once again. "Anyway, the Sun is composed of hydrogen and helium. There is barely any oxygen on the Sun..."
As he kept talking, I kept taking notes and so did everyone else. All except one.
"Why aren't you taking notes again?" I asked Jonghyun, annoyed he probably might be this stupid for the whole year.
He had his arms folded and he was looking elsewhere. I raised an eyebrow. "Hey, I'm talking to you,'' I told him.
No response. "Hey," I called out again. I talked in a low voice so Professor Cheung wouldn't hear me. Jonghyun still didn't pay any attention to me. What the-
I pinched his forearm. He flinched a little and turned to me. "What?!"
"I'm talking to you and you're looking to the ceiling as if that's who you're talking to," I answered. Jonghyun grumbled under his breath.
"So? You don't listen to me."
"That's a different thing. You have nothing to say anyway."
"I have tons of things to say!"
"Like...?"
"Like... er... chickens...?"
"Chicken? Did someone say chicken?" Onew called out, pushing away Tiny Loud Mouth's face away. Professor Cheung waited patiently as Onew slowly went back to work. I rolled my eyes and looked at Jonghyun again.
"You're not doing your work," I told him.
"So? Why does it matter to you?"
"Because I'll probably be the one who has to help you or something. And right now, it looks like you're unteachable."
Jonghyun muttered under his breath. "You probably don't want to help me because you've got someone better to spend time with, don't you?'' he muttered.
"What?" I asked. Jonghyun grumbled under his breath again.
"Nothing," he replied in a nasty tone.
Well then. I see how it is.
"Fine. Be a then. I was only trying to help," I muttered.
"You weren't helping me at all."
"Well I was gonna, but since you're being such a , I decided not to help you."
"Okay then. I don't need your help."
"Fine."
"Fine."
"Hmph," we both turned our heads away from each other and didn't say one more word. Science went by quickly and I packed up my things and went out the door. That bastard. I was only trying to do a little something to get him. He just won't listen. Little .
I had history and then math again. In Math, I found everyone at their seats already and Onew's head was in his arms. He was sobbing his eyes out and I think he was craving for chicken. Key and Hea Won were talking about something in private and didn't bother looking at me when I cam around. However, Minho was always there to greet me with a smile. "Hey Mi Young," he smiled.
I nodded at him. "Hey," I greeted back.
"How was your day so far?" he asked.
I shrugged. "Not so bad. Boring, but not so bad. You?"
"Same."
"Anything new with...?"
"Nah. Still getting that registration."
"Ah," I nodded, turning my head to the teacher. Ms. Kim was teaching us how to find out about this new thing I haven't learned yet so I was busy paying attention. After 10 minutes on the mini-lesson and giving us work from the textbook, Ms. Kim excused herself from the class and almost ran out. She's... suspicious.
We had 20 problems to do and it didn't take long. It only took 20 minutes. However, I was stuck on this one problem I wasn't able to do. We had 10 minutes left for the period. I looked around and found everyone busy except Minho. "Done?" I asked him. He nodded.
"You're not the only smart one," he grinned, being a little cocky. I nodded at him.
"Actually, I don't know one problem," I admitted.
"Which one?"
"Number 17."
"Let me see that-" Minho moved away from his chair and bent down to look at the problem in the textbook. I pointed at it with my pencil.
"How do you do it? I did the first step but it got a little confusing when I tried to do the second step," I told him.
"Hmmm... well... you have to add a and b and c, you know."
"I know, but it means we have to divide after, right...?"
"Yeah, number 17 is the problem she just taught us; were you paying attention?"
"I was, but I guess I got kinda confused," I sighed.
Minho smiled at me. "Mi Young getting confused over a math problem? Never heard that one before."
I smiled back at him. "You like to tease a lot, don't you?" I asked.
He ruffled my hair as he laughed. "Kinda."
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING, MINHO?"
The voice was not from Key or Hea Won or Onew. It wasn't even anyone from our class. It was outside the door, a pass in its hands and a ferocious glare sitting on top of its eyes. It looked like a dinosaur.
It was breathing heavily and his hands were balling into fists. "What are you doing, Minho?" it asked again. Minho got up.
"I wasn't doing anything, Jonghyun."
"Liar! I saw you ruffle her hair!"
"That was just a friendly gesture," Minho replied.
"FRIENDLY MY . YOU WANTED TO KISS HER, RIGHT?"
"What? No. What's wrong with-"
"YOU WERE ABOUT TO KISS HER AND DO ALL KINDS OF STUFF, RIGHT? RIGHT? RIGHT."
"Calm down, Jonghyun. Nothing is between us-"
"YES THERE IS. KEY TOLD ME SO."
Aha, so it was Key. I turned my head around to see Key but his face was covered by a book. I could see his eyes though while he was looking at the fight between Jonghyun and Minho. His eyes were smirking. What the-
"YOU WANNA FIGHT? I'LL GIVE YOU A FIGHT. MINHO, I'LL FIGHT. I'LL-"
"Excuse me."
"WHAT?- Oh," Jonghyun quickly backed away a little from the glaring Ms. Kim who wanted to get in the classroom. She had one hand on her hip and one hand by her side. Jonghyun quickly looked down.
Silence occurred in the whole class. I wonder what the class is thinking about this little Jonghyun-Minho fracas.
"Is there a reason why you're here?" she asked him.
Jonghyun scratched his head. "Uhm... no.''
"If there is, I suggest you take it outside my classroom. And from what I'm hearing, it's Minho you're wanting, right?" she asked him.
He nodded quietly.
"Then Minho, I would like you to finish your business with him. Work it out by talking. If there is any physical contact, I will report you," Ms. Kim threatened and she went to her desk in the room. Jonghyun slowly backed out into the hallway but peered into the room where there was a window. He was glaring at Minho. I heard Minho sigh and I thought he was going to leave right then and now, but instead he grabbed my arm and started to pull me towards the exit.
Ms. Kim barely looked up at us. Once we were in the hallway, I looked at Minho. "Why'd you take me?" I asked.
"Because this whole thing revolves around you," he answered.
"But I don't wanna see Jonghyun's face," I almost whined.
"You know I can hear you, right?" I turned my head around to face Jonghyun who looked more than mad and obviously he was flaming.
He looked at Minho. "How could you? My own friend," he growled.
Minho rolled his eyes. "It's not what you think-"
"Oh yeah? Then what was all that smiling about? No one smiles like that. It's the 21st century; people don't smile at all."
"Babo, if you would just listen-"
"I AM LISTENING AND YOU JUST CALLED ME BABO."
"That's because you are one," Minho sighed. Jonghyun's cheeks puffed out.
"I'm not a babo!" he defended.
"Then just try to get the fact that I don't have feelings for Mi Young-"
"Then why were you smiling at her?"
"I told you I-"
"You like her, don't you?"
"Hyung, I ha-"
"You want to kiss her and have her all to yourself, right? RIGHT?!"
''HYUNG, I HAVE A GIRLFRIEND."
"And it's Mi Young right?"
"Dumbass, it's someone else."
Silence occurred around us and the hallway. "...someone else?" Jonghyun asked quietly. Minho sighed impatiently.
"Yes, someone else. Her name is Lee Yanna and she just moved in Seoul. Mi Young was the first one to know about it. Yanna lives next-door to Mi Young. Do you understand?" Minho asked. Jonghyun took this information in as he stared blankly at us.
Suddenly, he started to speak. "So... you guys are not together?" he squeaked.
"What was your first guess? Did you actually think I'd date her?" Minho asked him. Uhm... am I supposed to feel insulted? That sounded as if he were insulting me. Was I really that bad? So bad, that Minho even wouldn't want to date me? Wow, I must be really bad.
Jonghyun looked at the floor and twisted his shoe on the floor. "Not really," he whispered. He turned away from us with his head hung low. "I'll be going now." Jonghyun started to walk slowly until he quickened his pace and then started to run into his class. I sighed and rolled my eyes. That bastard comes to conclusions way too quickly.
Minho was staring at Jonghyun but then looked at me. He furrowed his eyebrows. "Do you know...?" he asked.
This time, I furrowed my eyes. "What do I know?"
He shook his head. "Never mind," he replied. He smiled to break the awkward moment and gestured me to come back to class with him. I went after him and when we returned to our seats, the bell rang which meant time to go to our last class for the day. And the last class I had was science.
I waved bye to Minho and glared at Key who was snickering from today's little fracas. He made a face at me, trying to intend he was innocent but both he and I knew that was beyond our wildest dreams. What really seems to dumbstruck me is why Key did it. Why did Key try to cause a fight between Minho and Jonghyun? The question kept replaying in my head but it faded away once I knew I would never get the answer. Even if I asked Key, he wouldn't tell me. He would tell me to try to find out myself.
I walked with Hea Won and Onew to our next class but I had a hard time making it there with Onew clinging onto both Hea Won and me. He was in between us and was kind of sobbing and pleading desperately for us not to leave him with Tiny Loud Mouth. Have I ever mentioned he's freaking heavy?
Surprisingly, all three of us made it to class before the bell rung and Hea Won and I dragged Onew to his seat and threw him on the floor. His weight tired us out. He was used to the floor so he just stayed there, still crying as Tiny Loud Mouth tried to pick him up.
Professor Cheung didn't really care about what happened in his class until the bell rung and now that the bell had rung, he ordered for us to go to our seats. Hea Won stomped her way to her seat while I just took a few small steps to mine. Onew was in his seat by the time Professor Cheung finished talking.
I took out my notebook and glanced at Jonghyun, who was staring right back at me. By the time he found out I caught him, he looked down to his notebook. I smirked. "Hey, why did you make such a big fuss about Minho and I being together?" I asked quietly so Professor Cheung wouldn't catch me.
He answered back this time, unlike before where he ignored me. "I care for Minho; if he dated you, I would feel really upset," he answered. I rested my palm on my cheek.
"You sure you weren't jealous?" I teased him, smirking again. His eyes widened and his cheeks flushed a little.
"Jealous of what? There's n-nothing to be jealous about," he muttered, trying to turn away. I nudged his arm with my elbow.
"Come on, stop lying," I told him, obviously teasing him. Jonghyun folded his arms.
"Stop it."
"You were jealous, weren't you?"
"Stop itttt."
"You like me, don't you?"
Jonghyun's body froze up for a moment or so, but calmed down. "I'd rather die."
Ouch. I just teased him. He doesn't have to take it so seriously. Whatever. I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, yeah. No one likes me; they'd rather just die," I say, rolling my eyes as I went back to paying attention to Professor Cheung. Jonghyun didn't take notes.
Class was boring. All we did was just take notes. 5 minutes were left of the class when Professor Cheung announced that he was giving the quizzes we took earlier. He said half of us did really bad, but half us were really smart. He gave them out, mine being one of the last ones to be given out. I got a perfect score.
Well of course. It was easy. I was too busy with my score to pay attention to anyone else. Gosh, I'm a smartass.
JONGHYUN'S POV
Oh no. No no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no. No.
No.
After looking at the grade I got on my science quiz, I wasn't able to breath for a couple of seconds. My stomach churned after seeing the low grade I got. It churned even more when I saw the red ink at the top of my paper, stating, "See me after class."
That's what I hated the most. That Cheung dude will probably give me some ugly person to teach me about science or might even teach me himself. I barely understand the subject myself; how is one person going to help me?
Gah, umma's not going to like this. Both Key and my real umma. Damn.
I ran a hand through my hair out of frustration and glanced at the clock. Just a few more seconds until class ended...
Bring!!
And class has ended. Students got up from their seats and started to exit from the class. I waited in my seat as I packed up my belongings and gulped as Professor Cheung shifted some papers on his desk. Without looking up, he gestures me to come to his desk and I do, but also someone else.
"Park Mi Young, come here please."
Park Mi Young? I turned my head a little to see Mi Young stopping right by the door and turning her head around to face Professor Cheung. "Yes?" she asked. He gestured her to come to his desk. She hesitated while doing so, her face full of curiosity and confusion. "Yes?" she asked again.
"You're smart, aren't you?'' he asked her, still not looking up. Mi Young furrowed her eyes.
"Uh, yes. I guess," she answered.
"Then can you do me a favor and tutor Jonghyun for me?" he asked.
Suddenly, my heart flipped once. Twice. Three times until I got really happy in my mind. I held back a smile from appearing on my face as I did a little dance in my head. Mi Young. Tutoring. Me. I thank you, Professor Cheung. You're my cupid and I thank you. Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you THANK YOU.
I glanced at Mi Young, who was at a loss for words, obviously pissed and surprised that she had to tutor me. I couldn't have been more happier.
"B-b-but seonsaengnim-" Mi Young started. Professor Cheung looked up. He raised an eyebrow.
"Is there a problem?" he asked. I stared at Mi Young with eyebrows raised to see if she would say anything, but she just stared at him with her mouth opened a little. She blinked a couple of times and sighed.
"No," she almost whispered. I had a little party in my head.
Professor Cheung nodded. "Good. Then I expect for you to tutor him whenever. But I expect you to tutor him every week, either at school or outside of school. If I don't see any improvements in his grades, you'll have to take responsibility," Professor Cheung stated.
THANK YOU CUPID.
Mi Young nodded and sighed. "I'll try and do the best I can,'' she replied, not having much sympathy in her tone.
Professor Cheung nodded. "Good. You guys are dismissed," he dismissed us. We both bowed down and then exited the class. As soon as we were out of the teacher's site, Mi Young started to cuss like there was no tomorrow and she glared at me before going towards her route home.
"You ing better be ready or I'll squeeze that dinosaur head of yours," Mi Young threatened. She turned on her heel, still cussing and stomped all the way towards her house.
Once she was far away but still in view, I blew a kiss to her in response.