It's not like before. He stares at me every day. Most of all he is not like the other boys who would look away embarrassed. If I lay my eyes on him, this guy would just stare back intensely.
'Player, I would say'
There were times I wanted to just tight a plastic cover around his head, choking him to death and watch him struggle for air or flush his head inside the school closet but--
My hands shiver at the thought that my sister loved this, jerk.
"Why can't he just kill himself" I mumbled low enough for him not to hear me.
RING
The school bell rang after the last period. I stood up with the others to pack my things.
Apparently because 'Mister Kim Taehyung' informed the class teacher that I would do the class cleaning for the day, I had to stay in school for longer.
I stretched myself after the long cleaning and kept the broom aside, hanging my bag to my empty shoulder. Suddenly something sharp hit my head. I noticed it didn't fall off and was slightly stuck to my hair.
Carefully, I split it away from my messed up hair, raising it to my sight.
"It's the paper plane again" I rolled my eyes in annoyance.
I tossed it in my bag after reading out what was written when I unfolded it.
'Chareong.....'
YOU ARE READING
Our paper planes✔
Fanfiction❝His smile is an Angel in disguise❞ 𝐀 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲. TRAILER in last chapter When no one was near, when the corridors were dominated by silence, students either heading home or nowhere to be found, he flew me paper planes. W...