LOWKEY

04

It was too real to shrug off and too obvious to ignore.

Eula survived half of the day hiding from the teachers' eyes during recitation and just keeping low throughout the discussions.

Her head is spinning; her focus is far from classes. Mindlessly taking notes and highlighting books in an attempt to divert her attention, but no.

It was still Mark and their sociology teacher.

Mark and their sociology teacher.

Mark and their sociology teacher.

If knocking her head off would make her forget, she's willing to do it.

Funny since she of all people knew how Mark is towards hot, pretty girls.

She of all people should be aware of his effect, and she of all people should be used to it now.

As usual, blaming herself is an inevitable routine.

Liking Mark is a no-no.

Meeting Mark is a no-no.

"Hey, I may be stupid in some subjects, but I am a professional when it comes to you. Why are you so distracted?" Jeno asked while they walked towards the cafeteria, blocking all people before they came crashing into the girl like the superman he is.

"I'm hungry," Eula simply said.

"That's clearly not the answer I'm expecting, but okay."

"Tell me what you're thinking, then genius," she chuckled.

"Okaaaay, I'm thinking of... maybe you got bored during the discussions, or you finally left your smartypants soul and became a normal student like me!"

"I'm normal, though."

"Yeah, one who does advance readings, reviews even though we don't have a test tomorrow, and making projects even though the deadline is next week or next month? I think nah."

"What do normal students do then?"

"Procrastinate! Duh?"

"Jeno," she snorted, reaching out to pat his head, unaware of how his cheeks flushed. "Let's just eat, yeah?"

"Yeah. Okay," he hummed, biting the walls of his cheeks to suppress a smile.

Lunch is a whole reunion.

The chaos on a specific table is already obvious from the entrance of the cafeteria.

Overlapping talks, loud laughs, bickering—the table is a total mess.

Sometimes Eula can't help but ask why and how she met friends like them.

"Did you just spit on me!?" the silver-haired Renjun raged, reaching out to the lost purplette, who defended himself.

"IT WAS AN ACCIDENT!" Jisung cried.

"Guys. GUYS? CAlm dOwN! stAhp iT!" the pinkette Jaemin got in between.

"Punch him! Kick him! Choke him!" the blonde-haired Chenle cheered.

"Ya! The foods! You're knocking down the foods! Guys!" the brunette Haechan joined