Greedy | H.JS |

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It was the first day of another year, no different from the others before it.

High school seemed to be dragging on longer than you had suspected it would.

Anchoring myself around the strips of my backpack as I search the school yard for a posse of familiar faces.

The group huddled around the gate separating the parking lot and the football field, a smile etched itself into my features as I skipped over.

"Clara!" My girl friends boast as I give them all hugs like we hadn't just seen each other the day before.

"Beautiful as always" Cleo teases playfully as she runs her hand down the skirt I had debated on buying at one of our mall trips.

Only giving her a smile in return as the stench of a very specific herb floods my sense of smell.

"You couldn't go your first day without getting high?" I exclaim while giving an exaggerated cough, "I'm basically getting a second hand high at the scent alone."

Sarah looks around helplessly, "I needed it for my anxiety!"

"And you don't own perfume, or an open window?" Cleo adds, pulling out her Victoria's Secret perfume and obnoxiously dousing Sarah in it.

If anything, it made it worse with the combined scents.

Looking away from the scene for a moment, my eyes locked on the front door, "We should go get our schedules before it gets over packed."

"I got mine on the email"

"Same"

"What email?" I look at the two girls, bewildered.

"From the school administrator?"

Pulling my phone out to check my personal and school email with fruitless success.

"They just probably forgot some kids, you know how dumb they are" Cleo puts her hand on my shoulder as she peeks over.

"You should go then" Sarah encourages, "or you'll be at the office all first hour."

With a sigh of defeat, but not disagreeance, I shove my phone into the side of my backpack before giving my girlfriends a hug.

"Hoping to have at least one class with you both."

Pulling away from the hug, I skip away to the front door.

Making my way to the office, it seemed only one other kid had the same idea as me.

Or the same issue.

One of the facility members was bent over the desk pointing to each column of the schedule of the boy in front of me.

Pulling my phone out once again as I leaned against the tall front desk a space between the boy in front of me.

With each mindless scroll, my eyes find themselves sneaking peeks at the scene in front of me.

Familiarizing myself with the slope of his nose and the curve of his ear that doesn't seem unfamiliar at all.

A single silver earring dangled from his ear with a simple cuff only a bit higher.

Shrugging off the feeling of familiarity with a single text to my mother, asking her to check her email to get me out of this predicament.

Seemingly ignoring my previous request, "Make sure Han feels welcome!"

Who?

Returning back to browsing through socials, giving a like to the classmates posts a see.

Han.

Looking back up, the boy in front of me who nodded mindlessly to each word uttered by the aging teacher.

Oh.

Han Jisung.

I had completely forgotten about him, even spacing out my mother mentioning his family over dinner last night.

I was supposed to help them move in, but I had to fill in a shift at work.

It was a nice moment seeing the boy I once held so dear had grown, but it quickly passed over with indifference as a text from Sarah lit up my phone.

"Any luck?"

Responding with a simple frowning emoji before setting my phone back into the side of my backpack as I heard the click of heels of another facility member coming over to aid me.