Loving Dreaming •A Killing Stalking Fanfiction•

04

I've been ignoring the irritating stare of the teacher ever since I stepped foot into this fucking classroom. We locked eyes the moment I walked in and I could sense her gaze on me this very instant.

I just wanted to leave and go home. I have yet to ask Sangwoo about dinner tonight, he had friends all around him this morning because of his absence yesterday. I didn't want to embarrass Sangwoo by talking to him, he would be humiliated if someone like me were to approach him. I care about Sangwoo's image, he does deserve people to like him and not go against him because of a wimp loser like me. I just hope he didn't already make plans for this evening.

The final bell rings and I run joyfully to my locker in time to speak with Sangwoo alone.

Luckily, Sangwoo is by himself and just getting to his locker. I slow down to catch my breath and walk up to him.

"Hey, Sang-"

"What do you think you're doing?"

Someone abruptly grabs my shoulder and throws me in front of them, I flinch and look at the figure before me. It was a girl. She had chestnut brown hair and large hazel eyes, she was much taller than I was too.

"I-I-" I stutter and look to Sangwoo but he didn't see or hear me and has already left. I sigh and look to my side disappointingly.

"Did you try talk to Sangwoo?" She hisses at me, not angrily, but as if she were amused by the idea.

"Sangwoo would never associate himself with someone-" She pauses to look at me from head to toe and scoffs, "with someone like you. Disgusting freak."

She laughs and pushes me against the lockers, I gasp hard from the sudden loss of breath. I dart my eyes around me, people around me would look at me but as soon as we made eye contact, they would swiftly look in a different direction, away from their peripheral vision. I do feel like a freak.

Tears well up in my eyes and wash down my cheeks. I wail and run out blocking out the stares and whispers I am forced to deal with every single day of my pathetic miserable life. The blood in my veins burned and ached desperately for the touch of a sharp blade, my heart knows I shouldn't think of this but my thoughts are going insane. I need to do it.

•Sangwoo's P.O.V•

As my friends and I stride out of the school a small boy runs past us in tears, his black hair flowed in the wind as he ran. I could hear him sobbing into his hand, he runs through the schoolyard bumping into anyone that wouldn't move out of the way for him. I knew who the small boy was right away. My heart sank deep in my chest for him.

"Pfft, loser." My friend, Jae, comments and goes back to the conversation I had previously no interest in taking part of.

As I watched Bum sprint away, there was a harsh pain in my chest. I clamp my fist against my beating heart.

"I'm gonna head home early today, I'm not feeling good." I rub my stomach to pass off as sick and wave them off without giving any of them a chance to deject. All I really cared about right now was Yoon Bum's well-being and my suspicions as to why he wants to get home so quickly.

•Bum's P.O.V•

The cold, wet air was slowly transitioning to warm and dry. The nice cozy gaze of the summer sun will soon be here. Summer isn't a time where I'll go out but this is the season where I don't feel like a useless waste of a person. It's just the sunshine that makes me feel better. It takes me back to better days when my parents were still alive.