Annoying Neighbour || Lee Felix

Ch_19 Woeful Days

(Sooha's POV)

I did come up with an excellant excuse during the breakfast but grandma did not buy it, same as always. And now I have no other option but to be stuck in the same car as him.

I breathe out deeply as I approach the black car parked in front of our entrance. I honestly have no idea how to face him after yesterday. It will be super awkward.

I get on the back seat from the other side, creating a large vacant between the two of us as usual. But he does not even acknowlege my presence, not that I am complaining. It actualy makes me become less tense.

Well I guess it is not so bad as I thought it would be. That is, as long as he does not decide to break the silence.

He is about to say something, which I guess will only either be something annoying or very annoying. So without wasting a single second, I generously slaps him shut with his assignments. I cannot hear him speak anything right now.

And luckily it silences him, though he is wearing that damn smirk the whole time. But at least I can try to ignore him this way.

Lack of sleep always makes me moody. And now paired with these uncomfortable stares that I am receiving on my way to the classroom, all the while trying to treat the person trailing behind me as a nonexistent being, make me a whole lot grumpier than usual.

Why the hell is he making things even more complicated when we can peacefully just ignore each other!

Eunha immediately senses my mood once I drop beside her so she decides to stay quiet least I decide to start those rampages of mine in here.

I focus on the board the entire class, which is very unlike of me, yet I can feel the stares boring through my back. My lip twitches as I try hard to fight the urge to flip the table, break it into two and shout my lungs out.

So the following hours, wherever I go and whatever I do, stares follow me around. Wow! I became a celeb in a span of two days. Amazing right! My lips pull up into the fakest smile I can muster as I pass through the students in the hallway.

I breathe out freely once I am inside the cubicle, finally being free from the prying eyes as I take refuge in the washroom. I groan, taking my head in my hands. For an introvert like me who want nothing but to be invisible in everyone's eyes, all these things are very overwhelming.

I huff out, my anger rising, as I remember the source of my problem. I really have to do something if I want to stop this torture. Suddenly a loud splash is heard and before I know it, I am dripping wet.

Yeah. Someone not so accidently pours water in the cubicle I am in and I happen to guess this certainn someone. My lip twitches again. Well here we go.

The start of my woeful days.