Meant To Be | Lee Felix

Stains | Part 4

I almost yeet my phone out the window of the cafeteria when this tweet pops up.

I and Da-eun are sitting at the last table. She is busy munching her food while scrolling through reels. 

My delulu skyrockets at this tweet.
I gulp my food and stare at the tweet contemplating wtf it's supposed to mean. 

"Oh damn, it's the song!" Da-eun exclaims. I turn and see she has opened his tweet too.

"What?" "You don't know? The song 'The Eyes, Chico. They never lie" by OURGRND. Not technically a song but a piece of music you can say..." She likes the tweet, "Damn, he does really have a good taste in music!" 

I want to exaggerate and tell her about our eye contact in history class to Da-eun so she can feed my delulu (A blind leads another blind) but my conscience is not ready to believe whatever am thinking. 

I mean, it was just an accidental eye contact, nothing more right?
Why would Lee Felix of Stray Kids post about a silly eye contact with some random girl like Park Chae-ryo?
He probably even forgot about it or never noticed in the first place. 

To distract myself- "So when are you going to execute your so called plan to bring Felix and Jennie together?" I say to Da-eun while mouthful of food.
She bobs her head for a pause- "During art class"
"How?"
"It's top secret, sorry. When it gets successful, imma tell it to you" She snaps back. I roll my eyes and continue on my food. 

(Later in art class) 

I greet Mrs. Lee extra polite because we have to stay back and skip math today.

Da-eun said she'll be right back because she has to execute her plan. I insisted on joining her just in case anything goes wrong but my stubborn sunshine didn't agree obviously. 

Before I get to sit in front of my canvas- Mrs. Lee asks me "Hey, Chae-ryo? Can you please bring some paint tools from the art storage downstairs?"

As much as I like taking the advantage of being personal favourite of her, I hate when she asks me to do labour.
Like ugh lady, go bring them yourself- no one is interested in the class whatsoever. 

I try my best to not roll my eyes when I politely say "Sure, why not?" And am off muttering under my breath. I almost laugh at the way my fake smile disappears as soon as I am out of the class. 

My phone chimes in my pocket.