STACY'S BROTHER [yeonbin fanfic]

Chapter-1

Did I tell you that Daniel is the quarterback of our soccer team? Actually, he isn't just a quarterback. He is the hottest player on the entire team. When he is out on the field, all eyes are always fixed on him. Including mine.

The way he charges towards the opponent team only to snatch the peanut-like ball and score points is too charismatic. I have zero soccer knowledge and sometimes I don't even understand when someone has scored a point or committed a foul, yet I watch every practice game of my school's soccer team. Obviously, I don't sit on the bleachers as the girls do. I'm always far away under a tree, pretending to read some book, away from everyone's eyes, peacefully watching Daniel flash his abs making the girls go crazy, and of course me as well.

I am definitely not a stalker, it's just that I really like watching Daniel out on the field. It's as if he was built to be an athlete. His reflexes, his strength, his skills, his everything is just perfect to not be a soccer player.
"Good play today guys" our sixty-year-old coach patted everyone's back and dismissed the boys who jogged over to the benches to grab their bags.

The way to the lockers is via crossing my tree. I mean, the tree under which I pretend to work on my homework. As soon as I spot the group of sweaty boys, I unconsciously avert my eyes onto the ground and act as if I can't see them. Sometimes, one of them would call out to me, asking for my homework, or call me a nerd or a bookworm. On these occasions, I try my best to keep a straight face as much as possible because sometimes, I catch Daniel looking at me. Obviously, he doesn't know me but that occasional eye contact we have once in a while is enough to make my stomach churn. In a good way of course.

After fifteen minutes, when the players as well as their fangirls have left, I pick up my bag and get up. It's time for my extracurricular class so I dust myself and take the same path Daniel took a while ago.

TXT High offers a variety of after-school classes like dance club, robotics, baking club, art and history classes, religion, photography club, and many more. I enrolled myself in the Ceramics club, something I never knew I would enjoy. And maybe it was because I saw a certain someone on his way to submit his application form. Okay, I'll just say it directly. Daniel is also a part of ceramics. I don't know why but that boy is actually a sincere student. I never see him slacking. Never.

"Welcome to your first class of this semester" our professor, Mr. Smith stood in front of the blackboard and announced to the handful of students. "This term we will be working with partners"

Damn. Group projects are my worst fear. I hate talking to random people as much as I hate working with them. Maybe this is the reason why I lack friends.

"To put you in groups, I would need to see your works. The students who were a part of my class last year can submit their old pieces whereas for the new ones, I give you an hour to make something real quick for me to grade. Doesn't have to be perfect" our teacher told the class who hummed and nodded. "You may begin now"

I got up from my seat and went straight to the cupboard at the very end of the room. I have kept all of my last year's projects in there. I am not really good when it comes to using my hands but I can make okay-ish cups and plates.

Last year I made almost fifty cups and I can't believe our teacher kept all of them. I carefully took out the tray and scanned my items. Some mugs are chipped, a few cracked plates, but I had quite a big collection as compared to most of them.

"Wow," a girl appeared in front of me out of nowhere and picked up a clay piece. "You are really good"

Stacy. She is once again wearing her cheerleader costume but today her hair is wrapped in a tight bun that looks like a doughnut on her head.

"Can I take one?" She picked up a lavender-colored plate and held it in front of my face. "You won't mind right?"

I will mind. I will most definitely mind. But I didn't say anything. I never say anything. "N-no"

"Thanks" she fake smiled at me and walked over to the teacher's desk to present my piece as hers.

I chose a sky blue colored cup that I had made at the starting of my freshmen year and thankfully it still looked as good as new.

Because of Stacy interrupting me, I missed my chance to see what Daniel had presented. As much as I want it to happen, I just wish he doesn't end up as my partner. The reason being a) I don't think I'll be able to breathe around him and reason b) I don't wanna embarass myself in front of him, considering the clumsy person I am.

"Settle down everyone. I am about to announce the names of your partners"

I sat still, fingers crossed, hoping to get a partner who isn't Daniel.

Mr. Smith announced pair after pair and my anxiety kept growing because now just four people were left, including Daniel and me.

"Kai and Daniel" Okay that's great. He isn't my partner.

"Steve and Stacy" Yeah definitely not Daniel but why did I end up with Stacy? Why does it have to be Stacy a.k.a Daniel's twin sister?