Love on the Syllabus (A Han Jisung Fanfic)

Chapter 2

It's the second day of school after the weekend and everyone, I mean EVERYONE in the school is raving about the new english teacher, Mr. Han. Not to mention the girls striking a conversation every time they see him just to ask for his number. But the look on their faces is priceless when he politely rejects them. And I was enjoying it, partly because some girls cried. And Mr. Han gave no fucks, basically, the even after seeing them cry.

The girls in our class are still trying their best to get his number but it fails every time. Even now, as I'm reading Pride and Prejudice, Sara and Erica are standing by his desk asking for his phone number. "Girls, for the last time, the answer is no."

"Aww, come on, Mr. Han. What if we need help with our homework?" Sara asks, cutely. Yuck.

"Sara is right. What if we're stuck and have no one to help us?" Erica asks, twirling her blonde hair. Double gag.

"That's why you have each other to figure it out. Ask others to help you," he replies. "And if you still can't figure it out, you can ask me next class. Now, go back to your seats, please."

Sara and Erica huff in annoyance and walk back to their seats. Damn. That's one way to get the message across. I watch them write in their notebook, frustration clearly written on their faces. My eyes then go back to him. And he's looking at me. Shit. I divert my attention to the book, hiding my face behind it. Please, don't let him think I was looking at him. Please. After a few seconds, I peek around my book. Thankfully, he's writing something on a notepad and I let out a breath of relief.

Hsng on. Why was he looking at me in the first place? Was he watching me? I look at him again just as his fingers go through his purple hair. Why am I looking? And why is my heart beating so fast? Shaking off the thought, I go back to reading the book.

But I never get to finish reading the same sentence the whole day that I had been trying to finish since morning.

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It's almost lunch time and I'm putting my things in my backpack as everyone in class is doing the same. Anna had texted me to meet in the cafeteria. Plus, I was starving. As the bell rang, every student took their bags and walked out the classroom. As I'm about a few steps from exiting the classroom, Mr. Han's voice stops me. "Ms. Hawthorne, a word please." He walks over to me, his casual clothes catching my eye. "I wanted to talk a out our situation."

"We have a situation?" I ask, confused.

"Yeah. We're neighbors."

"Okay?" I say.

"I think it would be best if people don't know we're neighbors," he replies smiling.

What the fuck? This is why he wanted to talk to me? "Why are you even telling me this?"

"Because I thought it might make you uncomfortable."

Why in god's name is he even talking to me? "Listen, Mr. Han. We may be neighbors but I don't want to be associated with you. Let's keep this teacher and student only."

Something in his him shifts and says, "I see."

"If that's all, am I free to leave?"

"Yes."

I walk out of the room, annoyed. Partly because I didn't like his reaction to me telling him to keep it professional. I just want to go home and sleep.

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The next week came and my birthday was here. On a friday. I was a year older than my grade. I had to skip a year because my whole leg was in a cast due to jumping on a trampoline and landing on it the wrong way. Human body is fascinating and likes to surprise you in the most unexpected ways. It shattered my femur in two places, hence why it took a whole year to heal. Once the cast was off, I had to do a lot physiotherapy because it was the only way I started to walk properly again.