"𝐢'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐢 𝐚𝐦, 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲. 𝐢'𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞."
verity sinclair's grades are slipping, and her parents believe that the only way to fix that is to send h...
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"Heeseung."
As soon as I heard his name, everything clicked. I remember when Wonyoung pointed him out to me on the bleachers. He had his arm around another girl.
Catching him hooking up with Brooke told me a lot about his character, but I didn't want to assume anything.
"Oh. Yeah, I remember you." I looked him up and down, and he gave me a look of confusion mixed with smugness.
"You do?"
"Yeah, aren't you dating that girl, um..." I shuffled through my memory to try and remember her name. He had his arm around her. She had deep red hair.
"Oh, Harper." it finally came to me.
"We're not dating." he was quick to respond. It kind of startled me. "I don't date." he added.
"Oh." I swallowed. I feel like I made things awkward. "That's my bad."
"It's whatever. Everyone thinks we're dating." he dismissed rather coldly. I assumed that he was tired of hearing the allegations about him and Harper.
The awkward silence lingering in the room was killing me. I was hyper-aware of the pattern of my breathing, the unsteady pounding in my chest, Brooke's slight shifts in her seat.
"I'm gonna head out now." Heeseung saluted us, and I released a breath I had no idea I was holding.
He pushed himself off the wall he was leaning on and opened up the door to exit, but was stopped by Brooke.
"Same time tomorrow?" she asked the tall boy, her words swimming in raw hope.
"Probably not, honestly." he shrugged carelessly. "I had a fun time tonight, though."
And with that, he slammed the door closed, leaving the room terrifyingly silent. Brooke heaved out a tired sigh.
"I liked him. I forgot he doesn't date." she fidgeted with her fingers in her lap, her voice nothing more than a hoarse whisper.
My lips quirked left and right as I tried to figure out the right words to say, since I've miserably failed to do that a multitude of times today.
"I'm sorry," is all that would come out.
"It's fine. It's not like you did anything." she let out a hollow laugh. My eyes were darting around the room.
After that recent interaction, I felt this new kind of nervousness bubble up in my consciousness. Ever since I got here, I've been nothing but mortally terrified and intimidated by everyone and everything here. But this was a different kind of anxiety, the kind that was the least compatible with someone like me.
