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Our first period had just started and I was ready to take some notes while waiting for the teacher to start the lesson.
As I walked into my designated seat, I felt the stares of the few people that were already in class. I'm sat at the very back left corner next to the wall, in front of me there's this guy called Yeonjun with whom I've had the most interactions with in this school year.
Flashback
It was the third day of me transferring to this school. No one really seems to want to come up and talk to me, but I'm not mad at that.
My routine is usually like this: I always come fifteen minutes or so early to school, so before going inside, in the cold morning breeze ,which i love, i light up a cigarette and for the next three to five minutes i enjoy the morbid taste of it while the emptiness of the street engulfs me and the music blasting in my headphones is the only thing i hear.
After I've waited until five minutes before the bell rings, when students start to come in and give me weird stares, I take that as my sign to drop my finished cigarette on the floor, step on it and follow every other exhausted student into the huge and old hated building.
But today it kind of changed. I arrived, and just like the past few days I rummaged through my backpack's pocket, finding my new box, following my "lucky cig" ritual and turning it over, I took one out and put it in between my lips as I looked for my lighter. With my head down and my hand going through the same pocket where I took my box from, I couldn't find it. "Fuck" i cursed out. I closed my eyes as I massaged my temples with the cigarette still on my lips, when I was interrupted by a rasping sound right in front of me. I immediately opened my green eyes just to look into a pair of deep brown ones, accompanied by a hand which was holding a neon green lighter.
Leaning my head forward to actually light it up, while holding it up with my two fingers as well so it doesn't fall, I looked up once again into the owner of the awfully bright object finally recognising him.
"You're welcome" he said, his eyes never leaving mine while his hand retracted to put his neon lighter back to his pocket.
"Yeah, thanks" I said after letting all the smoke right in his face, hoping that it would lead him away from me.
We stood in silence after the slight fog lifted and looked into each other's eyes, no one saying anything. I took my time to appreciate his features. He had plump rosy lips and a sharp eye shape as well as his jaw, his nose and cheeks had a slightly natural blush from the freezing cold temperatures, and his raven hair followed by his pierced ears. The dude was very much charming.
After a while of just staring at one another his gaze followed the cigarette I was holding, as well as the smoke coming out of it and vanishing into thin air.
Taking notice of that fact, I took my hand and turned it just so the filter of the toxic stick was right in front of his lips.
After attentively looking at it, his staring came back once again. Feeling his brown orbs observing me while he took a puff out of my cigarette, which I was still holding. His eyes never leaving mine.
After inhaling the toxic air, he blew it in my face, clearly mocking me.
Just before I could say anything the bell interrupted me. The raven haired guy continued on with his business going into the building behind me, but not leaving without showing me a clear smirk planted on his face.
End of flashback
After that one interaction I started seeing him more often. Around me. Almost every morning.
He eventually started to try and talk to me, while my response was a mere side eye and a short answer.
I don't really know if he's trying to befriend me or just make fun of me in any way, but I do know that I find it so difficult to read this guy.
Our most recent interactions were pretty much nodding our heads to each other and maybe exchanging cigarettes or lending each other our lighter.
I feel somehow conflicted. I've always felt like that but not regarding other people's relationship with myself. It's true that being a loner has been the best and most comfortable thing that has happened to me in this school. Since it's public, people have entitled themselves as popular, making almost everyone really irritable. For the short amount of time that I've been here, I can tell that Neon boy has attention that he enjoys coming from almost everyone in this building and outsiders also really seem to enjoy his company.
My morning routines started to not be so lonely. I began to enjoy it. Silent smoking next to one another. One of the reasons that I noticed the popularity this guy really has. Whenever someone comes into the school, he always greets them. Sometimes he even has, probably friends since they look our age, dropping him by car.
His life seems stressful. I can tell by his eyes and the dark and profound eye bags that decorate his really attractive face. The way he sighs and looks up from time to time, even sometimes looking at me with his head being supported by the wall behind us. I'm no coward, he's really attractive, if he asks me I'd be honest and tell him.
