"Dude, you heard of the new transferee?!" Jeno crudely crashed in the class doors while flailing his arms high.
"No and I don't care. . ." I nonchalantly replied while arching a brow. "Are you Mark Lee or are you possessed?"
I furrow my brows in disdain and glance out out of the window for dramatic effect.
I've been a little tired from playing video games all night. I had not much sleep. And much worse, I lost the game 50$. What reason do I have to even celebrate?
"Well, boy did he create some attention huh?" said Haechan, scribbling through his notebook as he pushed back his hair.
"Would it even matter?" Jeno queried as his grin morphed into a lopsided smirk.
"Mark, I know you don't care about this transferee but. . . They said she's cute" Jaemin burst out of the blue whilst trying to remove the buttons of his school vest.
"O M G. I cannot wait." I monotonously exclaimed, sarcasm evident in my facial expression.
"Yeah wait till you see her" Jaemin cackled while playfully hitting me in my shoulder.
Haechan approached me and slammed his hands down on my desk and hung his head level to mine."Mark, don't act as if you don't like to play. I know you missed—" jeno slapped Haechan's shoulder and widened his eyes as an indication to stop.
"Nah I'm serious. I am tired. " I replied, leaning back on my chair with a pen in between my fingers.
"I believe any minute now, she's entering our class." Jaemin said almost in a whisper while flashing a sly smirk.
*DINGDINGDING*
"Finally, the bell has rung. We can now see her." Jeno hollered as he quickly perch on his seat. I'm a little excited though. she's going to be a new target just like any other girl in this campus.
"Good morning Class—" A gaunt looking, youthful teacher entered our class with a gucci hand bag hung by her shoulder while taking off her glasses. Talk about fashion sense. This one passes the fashion evaluation. The heels of her shoes made thudding sounds as he made her way towards her desk.
She looks familiar. . .
Oh shit it's Teacher Jean.
She's still in this school? Damn. She's getting sexier every year. I wonder how many guys she had to sleep with to get that body.
No one can easily lose weight that much for weeks or months. There's always a secret behind everything. Kidding. She might have undergone surgery. Just hoping not anorexia.
Oh wait, who's that following her-- is it her? Shit.
"You kids, I want to introduce you with Cath Ira Su. Be good to her " .
I internally panicked realizing that it was the transfer student they were all talking about.
A girl in a purple sweater and denim tattered pants nervously trailed behind Miss Jean and hesitantly faced the class.
She had a fair complexion and she had her black hair in double braids. My eyes are fixated on her figure. I can't believe myself. I actually felt better after seeing her.
She was wearing glasses, black snapback and sneakers.
I really looked at her from head to toe. She's cute alright. She's also tall and looked a little matured but overall she's a damn pretty girl. I guess i'll be playing along. .
"Hi. . . " she said, expressionless. Her speaking voice. . . It's raspy. . . It's soft yet husky. Now that's what I was talking about. . .
Can this get any better?
I was smiling the whole time she stood there. I suddenly imagined nonexistent lambent rays of pastel colored lights with flower patterns and petals floaring around her and a church-like organ background music emitter as though I was beckoned to talk to her. Shit.
She was standing still in front, giving people very cold stare with her dark round eyes. They way her brows furrow while her orbs move smoothly from one face to the other.
She took off her glasses and suddenly walked towards my seat. Oh shit. She's done intoducing herself. And Of course I panicked. I have to make a good impression.
I quickly brush my fingers through my hair and I noticed Haechan chuckling in his seat. I rolled my eyes at him and sat still.
"You can behind Mr. Lee, Irah." Said Miss Jean while pointing to my direction.
My heart raced the moment she was only a meter far from me. She dropped her head low when she got nearer.
She quietly perched behind me as I my eyes trailed at her direction. She took out her phone and plugged in her ear pieces. She shut her eyes close and folded her hands across her chest, slightly sliding down to make her body inclined. She looked like she was disinterested with the class. . .
Well. . . Someone's being loyal to the rules. I'm just nervousely sitting here, staring at her while my squad is secretly and silently laughing at my face.
Okay okay, I admit. She's super attractive. I can't deny that. You win.
I had make a move. . . I can't let an opportunity slip right?
I finally muster up some courage in talking to her and neglected the exhaustion I have.
"Hi. . ." i cockily said, waggling my brows. But she ignored.
"Mark by the way" I added, extending a hand for her to shake.
She finally pauses from writing nonsense on her notebook and
I offered, again, my right hand to her and smiled sincerely, leaning a little closer.
She slammed her fists on the table top ane finally avert her attention to me. She steeply pulled her earpones and gave me a stoic facade, leaving me in perplexity.
Is she not into guys like me? The heck?! I'm good looking as hell woman. Why aren't you attracted?! What the hell is going on now! Why am I trying so hard to impress a woman!
"Yah, I am talking to you." I spat grinning at her.
"Why don't you shut the fuck up and be a good boy Mark Lee." she sassily evoked, giving me that disgusted look
Hearing her say that, chills rushed from the bottom of my feet to my spine. "Stop messing around" she added while putting back her earphones.
I didn't want to talk back anymore because Miss Jean will send me to detention if ever I start to argue with her.
The fuck this girl doesn't know the rules yet. She doesn't even know me either. She's going to regret saying that to my face. i don't easily lose at things. Watch out Irah Su, you're going to wish you were never born for insulting me.
My pride has never been this crushed. Ha ha ha ha.
I was left in awe. I seriously have nothing good to retort at her statement and then I realized she just insulted me. Shit this woman. I swear I am not going to let her slip. after all, she might be fun.
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Fanfikce"I don't like people who play by the rules. The question is, are you one of them? 'Cause if you are, then might as well leave my sight"
