Persistence
For katleex
Sitting in maths class wasn't exactly your favourite pass time. It left you feeling somewhat baffled. It was at the point where you had given up on paying attention to the endless babbling escaping your teacher's lips. Concentrating on the endless doodles and pointless scribbles on your lined notebook, ink spreading all over your hand. The random numbers mixed with letters of the alphabet just didn't seem worth the effort. The class was a waste of time, in your opinion. But the worst part by far, was your seat.
Yes, sitting at the back of the class was the most desired seat, and you thought luck was finally in your favour once you were assigned the place you knew you would be able to get away with out working in. But it took three days. Three days. For you to realise that luck, once again, was against you.
The first day of class, the seat in front of you remained empty. Until the very last quarter of class. The door clicked open and you payed no attention, until you heard pencils drop and girls gasp for air. You lazily lifted your head to gaze towards the door."For God's sake" was your first thought.
Lee Taemin. In your math class. How did that even happen? And there he goes, sauntering over to his seat, with that obnoxiously attractive walk that every girl drops her panties for. His glossy black hair bopping slightly, as he shakes it out of his face. You took note of the tetris lip. And the chocolate crescent shapes eyes. And the jawline.
You were repeatedly scolding yourself for even acknowledging his undeniable good looks, but it was almost impossible not to.
But none of that mattered once you let yourself continue to think about the stories people had persistently told you. He was new into your school this year, and you had been told plenty about the kind of guy he really is. The kind of guy who has a different girl every week. But not the slutty girls, who have nearly all their skin on show and sleep around. He goes for the sweet, innocent, quiet girls. Then he breaks their hearts. I don't know what game he was trying to play.
But now, here he is, obstructing your view. So it works out easier for you just to keep your eyes on the page everyday. Not having to see the shining hair and broad shoulders made maths much more bearable.
Until the notes started.
Honestly, it was as if he was twelve again. It started with little things. Introductions. Names. "You're pretty" escalated to "beautiful", "stunning", "perfect". In turn, you would gain small boosts of confidence, while reminding him you know what type of guy he is. Then getting your confidence crushed, thinking ;
"Am I the quiet, nerdy, unattractive girl? The type he plays games with?"Another note landed in front of you.
"Party at mine. 7pm. Need a ride?
- Taemin x"You rolled your eyes at the "x" before replying,
"I don't do parties, sorry"
"Maybe a movie then?;)
- Taemin x""I think I'll pass"
"If you don't say yes, you'll regret it
- Taemin x""I don't appreciate being threatened ._. "
He had no chance to reply when the bell went. Before the teacher even dismissed the class you grabbed your bag, notebook and pencil case, and left without even packing everything away.
You scurried towards your locker, feeling slightly on edge from the earlier conversation. What is he going to do? He can't do anything. You buried your head in your locker, reaching towards the back to grab your novel from english class that you needed for your weekend homework. You sighed, putting in your bag and shutting your locker, unwinding and debating what coffee shop to spend your evening in.

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