Thursday
It was a beautiful day, the world was bright since I woke up at 5 am. Luckily, I didn't have any classes today. I took a shower, put on makeup, got dressed, and did my hair until around 8 am. After I finished, I chatted with the person I had made an appointment with.
Luk Nai: Where are you?
Luk Nai: I'm finished getting dressed.
Jeans: Wait a minute. Meet me at the faculty cafeteria at 9:30. I'll wait to submit my homework to the teacher first.
Luk Nai: Do you have class? Jeans: Yes.
Luk Nai: Do you have class? Why did you make an appointment today?
Jeans: I skipped class because the teacher didn't take attendance.
Luk Nai: It's not good.
Jeans: You still skipped practice.
Oh! If I argue, it will really getting to me. I bared my fangs at my phone screen before sending an angry emoji to Phi Jeans. She read it but didn't reply. In the end, she rushed over.
That's all. The bad-mannered person is waiting to submit her homework. Am I the only one who feels excited?
At half past nine at Phi Jeans' house, the long hand is pointing to the number 11 or something. I sat there, sighing, and breathing for the millionth time. Why should I be excited when the other person doesn't even care about me?
If I have a class today, why would I even bother to make an appointment? Thinking about it makes me mad.
There was a sound of footsteps behind me. I quickly turned to see if it was the person I was waiting for. It was Phi Jeans, in a casual outfit of a long-sleeved shirt and dark jeans with some rips. She was standing and taking a breath, as if she had run as fast as she could.
"The teacher asked me to explain the midterm project, so I was late."
"Don't you wear your student uniform to school?"
"It's my third year already. The teacher doesn't really force me,"
She said curtly.
"So, where are we going?"
"Are you sure it's okay to skip class like this?"
"If you say it's not you, even if it is, I'll say you're the cause."
"You-"
"So, can we go yet, pretty one?"
The sarcastic question made me swallow my curse immediately. I was embarrassed, but not completely. Her pretty face looked like she didn't mean to compliment me. But at least it made me feel a little bit that the choice of clothes and hair wasn't that bad.
"Let's...let's go, P'Jeans."
"Oh, that's it."
The speaker shrugged, her narrow eyes looking at each other from head to toe. Before the tall girl walked ahead, she spoke softly, casually,
"Do you think it's cute?"
I hurriedly walked beside the mean-mouthed person, turning to ask,
"Isn't it cute?"
"No"
"So what should I do to be cute?"
P'Jeans stopped walking, which made me stop walking. A slender hand reached up and tucked my hair behind my ear before brushing the single braid from the back to the side instead.
