the way i love you ➵ beomkai

Chapter Nine

Kai impatiently taps his pen on the wooden desk as the clock in front of the classroom taunts him with each tick, which only increases the intensity of his tapping. Someone clearing their throat startles him, and he turns to see the girl beside him glaring at him before flickering her eyes down to his pen. He mumbles out an apology, shoving his pen inside of his hoodie pocket and leaning back in the seat. The restlessness only grows larger and he begins to bounce his leg, drowning out the sound of the teacher and instead looking back to the clock on the wall.

He can't seem to concentrate on anything; even the conversations he had during lunch was a blur to him. He doesn't understand why he's so tired and out of it today, considering he either slept or studied all weekend. Beomgyu also occupied his mind more than he'd like and he truly doesn't know how he feels.

Eventually the bell rings and he practically bolts out of his chair, throwing his bag over his shoulders and leaving without looking back. He's aware that he more than likely earned some confused glances leaving the classroom, but he doesn't care. He hurriedly grabs his books out of his locker and places them inside of his bag carelessly, zipping it up and slamming the locker shut. The day has been long enough; all he wants to do is finish his homework and get back in bed, forgetting about all the problems around him.

"Huening!" he hears a high-pitch voice exclaim and he closes his eyes, exhaling deeply through his nose. The sound of footsteps quickly approaching makes him want to bang his head against the side of the locker, a pain that would be easier to deal with than the person talking to him. He's met with a pouting Bina, who's staring up at him with doe eyes as she twirls a lick of her hair around her finger.

"I haven't seen you around lately," she starts, before she suddenly starts to look around, her eyes narrowed. Kai gives her a mildly confused look. "Taehyun isn't around, is he?"

Kai can't help but chuckle at the question, which makes her eyes narrow even more. "No he's not. But um," he looks around suspiciously because last time he saw Bina, she was with Jiwoo, and they both looked pissed when they saw him. So Bina suddenly talking to him after weeks of not doing so is making him uneasy. He doesn't want to suspect anything, but could this be a trap of some kind, where Jiwoo made Bina distract him so he can sneak up behind him and do something?

"What?" Bina asks, concerned after Kai doesn't say anything for a few moments. Kai can't help but step back from her, fear coursing through his veins. He tries to contain his breathing, but then his head starts to spin and he leans heavily against the locker for support.

"Hey," Bina steps closer and puts a hand on his shoulder and he tenses up, his skin burning where she's touching. "Are you okay?" Her fingertips trail slowly down his arm until they reach his hand, her soft fingers gently holding his own. Her touch is warm and caring but he feels repulsed by it, not liking the sudden show of affection that he's getting. Looking down at his hand, his eyes widen before he's harshly pulling his hand away and out of Bina's grasp.

"I'm fine," he mutters before pulling his bag strap up on his shoulder, hands shaking violently as he shoves them inside of his pockets, hoping that no one notices the scene unfolding. His fingers fumble with the pen, clicking it to keep his hands occupied.

"You don't look fine," her hand reaches for him again, almost grabbing onto his wrist before he takes a step back once again. His brain becomes clouded as he searches frantically for anyone that he knows, hoping they can get him out of this situation, but he knows that no one's going to help him.

"Just get the hell away from me," he snaps before shoving past her, walking briskly down the hallway and outside the school, wanting nothing but to get to the parking lot as fast as possible. He knows he probably shouldn't have treated Bina like that, but he doesn't know what her intentions are, and he hates that Jiwoo is indirectly fucking with his head this much. He roughly shoves the metal doors that lead to outside, not excusing himself as he shoves through the crowds of people hanging around outside.