PASTEL PINK || J.JK ✔

6| Depressed friends forever

Next day

10 am

"Give me my scrunchie." I groan, shifting on my place to go ahead and reach this pest's arms which are high up in the air. "Ain't no way." Lewis gets off his seat, and goes towards the teacher's table, laughing like a dumbass while messing around with my hairband, he keeps it high up on the roof of the cabinet meant for the teachers. This little shit will one day earn a big huge punch from my fist.

"I will fuck-" Rushing to catch him, i hold my long hair with a tight fist, trying my best to not let any hair out my clasp, but i fail miserably once someone opens the door of the class, confounding me.

"Give me that." I leave lewis's arm, and stand high to grab the red scrunchie i needed. Mister jeon startles the class, entering inside when it's not even his period. I feel terribly embarrassed because of the way i left my sentence, and how weird it is sounding inside my head, and i head back to my place, looking at our teacher who sends a questioning glance to me, my eyes backing off in no seconds.

"Does anybody know where have i kept my phone?" He licks his rosy lips, asking with an urgency, making a fuss with his veiny hands to open the drawers, and the small cupboard attached with the desk. "No," almost everyone says, except for me.

I know where it is. But, i wanna see if he can find it on his own, or not.

"Guys, please, if anyone of you knows about it, tell me please. Do not play, this is serious." Mister jeon soften up my thoughts, i change my decisions to let him in his bubble of misery. "I do." I murmur in my soft voice. In case he heard, it's well, and if he didn't, it is his bad luck.

As i expected, mister jeon lifts his eyes up at my figure. "You do?" I nod, "it's actually between these papers." I point at the fat binder kept beside the pen-holder.

He looks towards where my finger points, and takes his phone out. "Ah god..." he exhales in relief, flattening his hands on the thick table, my lips curve up in a crescent seeing him not tense anymore. "Thank you so much, sweetheart. I was d- so worried." This tall and intimidating man makes my heart melt at the politeness of his words which he always uses if he's talking to me. "You're welcome. Make sure to keep it safely next time onwards, mister jeon."

I keep my eyes on the adorable shape of his nose, and in a glance downwards, find him smiling. "I will." He licks his lip, and sends my brain into some undiscovered path, breaking down thoughts which i like, but what would not be too good.

Feeling somewhat good, i force my eyes to look away at someone who's not intimidating, and attractive, and kind. And my sight stops at this boy who's whistling, his lips hollow.

I check if mister jeon has left, he did. "Sheesh, I'm shipping you with him already, man...." Lewis giggles, but i lean forth, and poke his cheek to push his head backwards, wanting to do anything to rip this grin off his face. "Hehe." He rubs his red skin with his hand, and comes forth to kiss my cheek. "You're my baby boo. And i love you."

He just knows, dammit. I lose my anger, but smile with the worst will in the world, "you're a jerk." I spit, feeling his arms encircle my neck with softness. "You're my brat." He kisses my forehead.

8 pm

"Oh, darling, no..." She laughs in an exaggerated high-pitched voice, inching closer to the man who's almost going to pass out because of how much he drank. I scrunch my nose in disgust full of hatred, walking past the kitchen to get to the backyard. On my way there, my heart drops at the sight of my mother wrapping her arms around the man's neck, and hungrily pushing her mouth on his.