Her Bully | PURINZ

035

Y U N J I N
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"So, is it like some kind of habit of yours?"

Ahyeon asks me as I bite my straw, blushing as I realize she noticed that so quickly.

Scratching the back of my head, I nod.

"Y-Yeah, my parents do it, so I got used to it because of them," I reply simply, ducking my head when Ahyeon grins at me with those shining eyes.

"That's cute," she drawls, clucking her tongue. "I have this habit of playing with my hair whenever I'm spacing out—my mom does it all the time," she exaggerates with a big eye roll as I giggle through closed lips.

We just got our drinks when we started talking again, conversing about anything that would come up to our heads. She'd talk about her experience as a transfer student, and I'd ask her if she knew Hyunseo because she was a transferee too.

She frowns though and says that she never heard of a Hyunseo in her old school but found it funny how a lot are transferring into the school. I agreed easily.

"What made you so interested in me?" I couldn't help but ask, tilting my head to the side. "I mean—I'm not popular."

Ahyeon frowns. "Just because you aren't popular doesn't mean I won't like you," she responds casually, causing me to blush at her words for being so honest.

Unlike a certain someone that has honesty at the bottom of her list.

I should probably stop thinking about Chaewon.

It's only going to cause problems for me, especially since she's always in my head lately, and I'm having troubles here and there. I also wanted to reply and say that to Chaewon—being popular is the only way for her to like a person, but other than that, if you're a loser, it's just not allowed in her books.

"So, what is it then? The unpopularity?" I try, leaning forward in mild curiosity.

Ahyeon grins, shaking her head.

"Far from that. It's actually your eyes."

I frown, brain reeling and processing her words.

My eyes? Her eyes are practically identical to mine.

"My eyes?" I repeat, unsure.

"Yeah, it caught me by surprise," she laughs, shaking her head in embarrassment as she blushes hard. "They were just so brown. Prettier than my own, and I got so enamored by them."

Well, that's awfully weird.

Ahyeon's is most definitely a darker shade of brown than my own orbs. Like, if you stare at her, it's the only thing that's going to pop out—her damn beautiful eyes.

"I'm flattered?" I decided to say, not knowing it came off as a question as Ahyeon giggles at me, thanking the waiter for delivering our bucket of Breadstix.

I smile, telling myself to just ignore it and reach out for a piece, moaning at the heavenly taste.

They just taste really, really good.

"Is this your first time eating here?" I ask.

She shakes her head, nibbling on a stick.

"I ate here with a few cheerleaders on my first day," she tells me with a few hand gestures, grinning from ear to ear as she suddenly pouts, making me frown as I wonder why she'd be pouting.

"Is there something wrong?"

She turns around and looks back at the cashier counter, waving her hand in the air to signal one of the waiters to come over.