I Like You the Best

9) A Sticky Situation

An unfamiliar bird alarm clock went off as morning came. Tweet Tweet Tweet. My eyes creaked open and became immediately confused. My droopy eyes searched around the room and came to realization of my location. There's a stereo over by the door, some slipped off sneakers next to the bed, my back is still against the wall, and my shoulder's being weighed down by some heavy foreign object. Kikwang's gentle snores soothed my ear, until I realized the time.

"SEVEN THIRTY! CRAP KIKWANG WE'RE GOING TO BE LATE!" I sprung out of bed and Kikwang's unsupported head fell on the bed, spazzing himself awake. "Woah" He croaked, "That was weird." Still lost in La-la land I had to help Kikwang come to his full senses. "Come on we only have 5 minutes to get to school!" His body bolted out of bed like he was being shot out of a cannon. "쏴! (shoot)!"

We both scrammed to our closets to put on our uniforms. I had no time to put on my contacts so I wore my glasses and crumbled my hair in a high bun. With a hot steamed bun shoved in my mouth, I hopped on one foot to put on my knee socks and shoes by the entrance. It looked like Haekyung already left and walked to school alone. As long as he doesn't get cornered by a gang of 60 year old pedophiles, he should be fine.

"Kikwang! Let's go!" I muffled with the steamed bun in my mouth. He came sliding down the stair rail, sprinting past me to open the door. "Why are you standing around shoving food in your face? We're late!" And he's accussing the girl who's been waiting for him for the past 10 minutes.

We galloped through the hallways and came to a halt right outside of the Homeroom door. Mr.Choi's voice was deep into the lesson. "How late are we?!" I loudly whispered behind Kikwang. "Late enough to get us into deep doo doo. You go first!" He strongly muttered back.

"What! Are you crazy? Are your trying to make the new girl look bad?" 

"Well... yeah." 

"Kikwang!" I gently shoved him toward the door, signaling him to go first. "Go!" 

"No!"

The door creaked open from the other side. Mr.Choi's expression was stern and intense with a bright red hue. His flexed knuckles gripped the door handle with superb force. "I'll talk to you two after class. Take a seat." He demanded. He clearly heard us outside his classroom during his lecture. And clearly he wasn't happy. Intimidated, we quietly scrambed to our desk while avoiding eye contact with the class and Mr.Choi.

"난폭 클래스를 중단 바보 요. 이제 스파르타 ... (Excuse the imbeciles who rudely disrupted the class. Now the Spartans)..." Way to go Sabrina. You really messed this up. The last thing I wanted was Mr.Choi to be disappointed in me. This isn't a good start to our future relationship.

For the rest of the period I crunched up in my seat, mentally begging Mr.Choi for his forgiveness. Babe please forgive me! I'll do anything! Anything! Even if I have to scrape off every piece of gum under every single desk with my teeth!

Eventually the bell rang and everyone was excused for the 10 minutes break except for Kikwang and I. Terrified, my hunched body began shaking immensely. I was always that goodie good straight 'A' student in the corner with a lisp (okay maybe not) but I've never gotten in trouble at school before. Especially with a smokin' hot teacher.

Mr.Choi glared from across the room. The teacher was leaned back on his cushioned chair and crossed his feet on top of his desk. I'm so thankful that Kikwang sits in front of me with his big head. He's getting most of Mr.Choi's negative stare down. "You two both know that I don't tolerate disruptive behavior. And you're already in trouble being late to class, so thats double duty." Kikwang nodded like a dog responding to his master. "Now that we understand each other..." Mr.Choi paused and smirked micheviously, "...To make sure this never happens again, your punishment is to scrape every inch of gum under the desks at lunch. Starting with my room today." Even though I couldn't see Kikwang's face, I could tell his jaw dropped by how much bigger his head got.