the next day, i walked into lunch, music blaring in my ears. i lightly tapped my fingers against my legs to the beat of the song. i walked onto the lunch line and waited for my turn to grab food. i took a tray of food and found myself a seat. i didn't really have any close friends. i would talk to people but i would never really hang out with people, if you get what i mean. i sit down and go on my phone, changing the song.
i'm just minding my own business when a bunch of people sit next to me. i don't look up because i don't really care and just continue eating. a hand then flings my plastic fork out of my hand. it flies into the food and the sauce splatters on my shirt. i take a headphone out and let it hang as i look over to see who did it, even though i could kind of guess who it was. of course, just as i expected, i was met with gwi-nam. my patience for him was on the floor at this point. "what the fuck?" i say as i grab a napkin and try to wipe some of the sauce of but i only made it worse. "oops." gwi-nam says with a smirk and all his friends around us laugh. i was tired of this. i stand up and get out of the bench, grabbing my tray, and just walk away.
i throw the tray out and walk to the bathroom. i stand in front of the mirror and look at my shirt. i decide that i wouldn't be able to clean it here so i'd just have to wait until i got home. i reach into my bag and take out my sweatshirt and pull it on so i could hide the mess.
there was literally no reason for gwi-nam to do that to me. was it because i ruined his amazing word he wrote on my hand? god, he was so annoying. i had never really stuck up for myself before but, truly, i was becoming tired.
