"Would it kill you to be gentler?"
When Jennie pushed her chair backwards, it had connected with the desk behind her and a boy behind grumbled in annoyance.
Knowing that her actions had disturbed her classmate, she immediately sat up straight and apologized softly without turning her head back.
However, the boy had no intention of letting the matter rest so easily.
Taking full advantage of his tall height, he rose out of his chair and snuck a glance at Jennie's Chemistry practice questions laid out on her desk and said with a haughty air,
"I wondered what could have provoked you, could it be a failed relationship? Turns out, it's just a question that stumps you.
Having said that, he bent over her again and said "Let me take a look. Ha! How can you not know how to answer this?
Jennie was embarrassed and annoyed. Still she maintained her silence as she consciously leaned away from his overarching head to keep a distance.
However, that awful boy appeared fixated on giving her a hard time as he teased her relentlessly in a loud voice that drew the attention of classmates in their vicinity.
"Kim Jennie, what's your brain good for then? This is a whole new level of stupidity." Jennie could not maintain her composure any longer as his words wounded her. She was extra sensitive of her grades.
She turned around in an instant with a face filled with indignant rage. She glared hatefully at that person.
The antagonizer sat back in his chair leisurely and tilted his chin to meet her eyes with an defiant expression that was just begging to be punched. It was as if he was silently challenging her "What are you going to do about it?"
If looks could kill, her death glares would have pierced his body multiple times over and each one at a lethal spot but she had no such luck in reality.
She balled up her fist behind her back silently and forced herself to take deep breaths. She then slowly turned her head back, bowed her head and pretended to be deep in thought over the unsolved question.
He guessed right, she really didn't dare rebut him and she certainly didn't want to draw attention to herself by escalating the matter.
Taehyung you annoying fellow. Jennie had lost count of the number of times she had fantasized about shredding his dignity in front of all their peers.
Sitting in front of him was the worst mistake she had ever made and she kicked herself over it frequently. It all began as the second semester of year three commenced.
The time required for the teacher to be physically present in class to teach was significantly decreased as students increasingly spent their time on self-revision.
Hence, their young teacher-in-charge decided to change the seating plan according to the students' wishes. Naturally, those who were chummier and had more things in common would group up and choose to sit in the same area.
Since she wasn't particularly close to anyone, Jennie let her peers choose their seats first before finally settling on one of the unoccupied ones.
When it was her turn to choose, there was not many seats left and most of them were at the back. She did not like to gather with students who were excessively noisy so she chose to sit beside Song Kyung.
He was an introverted short boy with myopia. For a Science stream student, his command of the English language was surprisingly excellent.
Sitting directly behind her was the "reason" why girls watched the nightly Sports news punctually and faithfully. The only reason why Jennie dared to sit in front of him was although he was often enveloped in the endless chattering of girls, he was not a noisy person himself.
