The Video - Johnny NCT

chpt. 3

Waking up in the morning was literally the hardest thing ever. School sucks, it needs to go away. Like who has the time to wake up at 5:30 in the morning, put makeup on, get dressed, eat breakfast, and go to school? Not me.

I pretty much hate everyone in school except for my close friends and this one boy. Surprise surprise he isn't Korean, he is an all American boy. The type of boy who wears joggers and sneakers, which is so attractive to me. His name is Dylan and his hair is so perfectly quiffed, it's amazing.

Anyways, school is hell but what's new? The only good thing is my art class that I have with Warveen. Everyone in the class hates us because we talk and laugh so loud, but screw them because they are all freshmen anyway.

"Hey!" I said walking into the art room.
"Hey fam," Warveen said back to me.
"Do you know if my mom talked to your parents?" I asked her.
"I'm not sure, but I guess we will find out when we get home," Warveen replied as I nodded my head at her statement.

Drawing class was the same as normal, us laughing our heads off and the teacher yelling at us. But the next class I had was history, with Dylan, so I'm kind of excited.

I walked into the classroom and saw one of my "friends", but it's the kind of friend you only talk to in that class and that's it because you both don't have any friends in the class and you only know each other a little bit from the year before.

Yeah, that's me and this girl Emily.

I smiled at her, grabbed my binder off the shelf, and went to my seat. This class drags on for so long I stare off into space most of the time.

After class as I was packing up my bag, someone tapped me on the shoulder.

"Hey," a guy voice said. "Can I talk to you?" I turned around and guess who it was.
Dylan.
"Um, yeah sure," I said laughing awkwardly. Honestly, I didn't even know he knew I existed.
"I think you're really cute," He said to me while looking down at his shoes. "Can I maybe have your number so we can get to know each other?"
All I did was blush, like a tomato.
"Yeah," I manged to get out while smiling like a weirdo.
I gave it to him and he smiled.
"Thanks," he said while smirking and he walked away.

"What just happened," I thought to myself.