[COMPLETE]Feigning Disinterest (Contestshipping)

Feigning Disinterest

Feigning Disinterest

It was one sunny, luminous, brilliant, vivid, glowing, shining, bright, cheerful, jolly, smiling, happy, un-sad, un-gloomy, un-disappointing, painless and heart-mending Friday morning at LaRousse High. Aside from the day, every student was at their usual cheery mood, even including the faculty and staff. Maybe because of the fact that today was Friday. Or, maybe because they just decided simply to be unquestionably happy.

Either way, our used-to-getting-a-lot-of-attention-every-second-of-every-day highschool protagonist didn't seem to care about that at all.

Speaking of the devil, breaking through the see of happy faces on the corridor was our green-headed handsome main character, putting on his very unusual look of indifference among the crowd. You see, you could easily distinguish his face apart from the crowd because of his charming looks.

And most obviously because of his unique distinctive hair coloration.

But with that VERY unusual monotone look, he was even becoming more distinguishing that anyone could tell him apart from the crowd even from space.

"Hey look it's Drew." One blonde whispered to her bestfriend as he passed by the lockers area. "Doesn't he always look so charming?"

"I definitely agree!" Her bestfriend replied, and many more whispers were heard, like how his mere shadow would cause any mouth to automatically blabber about his charms, sexiness and whatnot.

Usually, when Drew would pass by, he would always take a minute to glance at the girls and give them a passing smile and wink as he would flip his hair eloquently like some gorgeous overrated shampoo model. And this would always result into a massive female swooning spree.

But it wasn't happening at all right now.

He kept on walking while keeping up a straight face right into his first subject of the day which was Homeroom. Keeping up his indifferent look, he heard someone called him by his name. And he would have immediately heeded to the caller and made some repetitive joke about her name like the usual if it just wasn't for something he just planned late last night.

Calling her names was just as normal as breathing was for him. And as normal as flipping his hair.

"Hey Drew!" The young cheerful brunette called out for the second time behind him. "Let's go to Homeroom together!" May added, walking fast towards him.

His shoulders tense up, he breathed himself a deep breath before finally looking back at her.

"Could you not just casually call me out here in an overly-friendly manner?" He kept on a straight face.

"Miss Maple?"

He added. He then continued walking onwards, leaving behind a stupefied and TOTALLY OVERWHELMED May.

~~Last Night~~

"So let me see my daily report for today once more." Drew came out from his evening bath wearing only his steamy Roselia-printed boxers. He tossed the towel from his head to the chairs right beside his bedroom door. He flopped down on the bed on his underside as he took out his green notebook from his bag.

He scanned through a lot of pages and finally settled down on the most recent page, which was by the way only two pages away from the last page.

Called her January - 5 times.

Called her February – 8 times.

Called her March – 3 times.

Called her April – 10 times.