PASTEL PINK || J.JK ✔

18| Acting up

Some days later

8 am

Tired and unwilling to feel the pain anymore, i get my feet inside the school, and walk to the way of my class. I have been absent for two days constantly, this is not good at all, but i just couldn't make up my mind to come here and face him again to let my memories hurt me even more.

I stand against the door of my classroom, hating to know that i made it here late, and i don't even have the energy to go back home now, even if i do so, I'll be doomed.

So i take a deep breath, and open the door. The whole class being silent, mister jeon's eyes shift at my presence and his hands stop working on the laptop. "Detention for today, miss misaki." What crap is this....? I look away from this man, and walk to my bench, i sit down and take my books out, hating today already.

"Begin your revision all," he gets up from his chair, but grabs a chalk and does something with it. I look down at my notebook, but focus on containing the lesson inside my clogged head, the same thoughts always annoying me.

I couldn't get rid of it, no matter how much i tried, cried, or called out.

"You good?" Lewis whispers inaudibly, and i nod, without ever turning my head at his direction. "Would you please solve this question here, miss misaki....?" At the sound of these words coming from mister jeon, i shoot my eyes up at him, he licks his lips but anticipates for me to go there.

I hate this type of thing a lot. Especially if the class is full of silly people who do nothing better than making fun of that one person.

This question is luckily an easy one, so i get up, and head towards the blackboard, my lungs clenching inside my ribs as i cannot stand to be this close to him, and not remember all the fantasies I've had about him. "Do you know this question?" He kindly asks me, to his question i nod, holding the chalk to myself from his slender fingers. I swallow the nervousness i feel, and think of what is the definition of feudalism.

I think that i can handle this well. This German word had been used by historians to describe 'the economic, legal, political and social relationship' that existed in Europe in the medieval era. Yes, this seems right.

I place the chalk back on it's place, and turn around to go, trying to escape the manly and strong cologne invading the personal space of mine, and entering my nose to go all the way up in my head. I sit down with a timid vibe leaving my skin in the form of cold sweat, and i gulp, grabbing onto my pencil to lower my head.

"Good, this is correct." Mister jeon assures me of my answer which i wrote, and the relaxed sigh leaves my mouth, i hear him rubbing the board, "all of you now read the next page, and kim joonseok, you're gonna be here writing the answer next."

Mister jeon warns him of the way he's busy in chatting with his classmate, and shuts down that little boy.

. . .

"You're not gonna need this?" Lewis takes hold of my painting palette and a paintbrush, feeling bad for me in the inside, i shake my head, watching all the students leave for art class while i have to be here and waste my time on this man who's not going to be able to ever be mine. "Take it with you, i know you can do better with these." I speak to him, glancing at mister jeon who's opened the door for students to all go, being kind and gentle.

He takes a soft look at me but goes away and outside of the classroom. "Thank you, have a nice day you too." I hear our teacher's sweet voice greet someone who did it too, and finally, everyone leaves, this classroom turning empty and silent.