Trouble

Pervert

I made sure to look around so I didn't make the mistake of assuming his attention is directed towards me. I lower my hands quickly when I notice that there was nothing and no one around me to look at. I cleared my throat, shooting him a friendly smile. His eyes narrowed as he shot me a suspicious glance and a scowl.

"I was sleeping," He said. Stating the obvious, I mused.

"Okay," I said, thinking he was a bit loose in his head, and looking back into my books.

"I came to sleep here because a library is supposed to be peaceful and quiet." He said, his eyes still two narrow slits. He really didn't like me. Well, the feeling was mutual. Especially because he wasn't letting me focus on the work in front of me. Additionally, the little earring dangling on his ear, and the strong perfume, and the dark brown hair paired with the pale skin, shouted a word on the lines of 'trouble' for me.

I shifted uncomfortably as I tried to study with his rant.

"Why...are you not letting it remain quiet and peaceful?" He questioned, his eyebrows arched, and an unpleasant, dry smile etched on his face.

"Sorry?" I ask, not quite understanding what he was talking about.

"You should be," He said, resting his head on his palm and closing his eyes.

"Excuse me," I whisper-shouted, in shock of his rude behavior. I even kept the book I was holding back onto the table.

"I was not making noise at all. In fact, I asked very politely if I could sit here, but you were sleeping like a log. Who comes to sleep in the library anyway?" All my day's anger rushed into that frustrated speech as I looked at him, flames dancing in my eyes. He smirked, his lips tilting upwards, and I felt the urge to throw a book at him.

"Does it say anywhere that you can't sleep in libraries?" His voice increased by a few decibels as he looked around for the supposed sign.

"I haven't made any noise," I repeated, "I was sitting here quietly, doing my own work," I pointed to the pile of books seated in front of me.

"You were singing," He said blankly. I gulped. I did that sometimes, sing without having knowledge that I was actually doing it.

"No, I wasn't." I wasn't, however, going to lose face in front of this high and mighty, pompous prick.

"So, I just heard the tune of some Girl's Generation song playing in my head?" He questioned sardonically. I huffed, blowing hair away from my face.

"Probably, you look crazy to me too." I had not realized how loud our voices had become when I heard annoyed people asking us to keep quiet. I noted the triumphant smirk etched on his face.

"Whatever," I rolled my eyes, accepting the imminent defeat, and beginning to pack my books. It would be better if I studied in my noisy home.

"Have I seen you before?" He asked, the smirk still lingering on his face. I scowled, waiting for the cheesy line that was to follow. I kept putting the books into my bag.

"No, you haven't," I said, drawing the backpack zip to a close and turning to look him in the eye.

"I am sure I have seen you before. Maybe in my dreams?" He put a finger on his chin as if in deep thought. I rolled my eyes, again, as I shouldered my backpack. I removed the ponytail stuck between the bag and my back.

"That's such an overused line," I said, turning on my heels and making a beeline for the exit.

"What, the dream thing? I am lacking on the originality factor, a bit." He said, following me. his hands were stuffed in his pocket, and he walked like he had no place to be at all. It was like he was walking in some park.

"Don't you have to catch up on your oh-so-peaceful sleep?" I mocked him, as I opened the library doors. He walked through them first and I scoffed in disbelief.

"You already woke me up. There's no way I can fall back to sleep, again," He said, shrugging. I wanted to apologize but after the little shenanigan inside the library, I just shot him a triumphant smile.

"I need to go home because unlike you, I actually have to study," I said, pointing my thumb in the direction of my home. He scowled at my comment, but it turned into a tight-lipped smile.

"Can I have your number?" He asked brazenly. I scoffed loudly at his unbelievably egoistic nature.

"Why would I give you my number?" I ask, tilting my head, and arching my eyebrows.

"There are three things I am thinking about right now. First, Seoul is a pretty big place. Second, I may never see you again. Third, it was fun to annoy you, and I'm feeling more awake than ever before. Therefore, I came to the conclusion that I am in need of your number because of these three things." He said, counting off the three items on his fingers.

"I am glad I am entertaining enough for you, but no. I don't want to give you my number. You could be some pervert, for all I know, " I folded my hands on my chest, turned on my heels, and walked as quickly as I possibly could back home.

"At least tell me your name," He shouted across the street. I shut my eyes to block him out and continued walking.

"I am capable of screaming this until you tell me," He said in a matter-of-fact tone. I turned, scowled, and said, "Oh Seong." He smiled.

I gulped all my panic down. Why had I said that? No, no, no. This wasn't happening.

-

"Park Eun In," The teacher shouted.

"Yes," I said right back. Seong looked at me from the corner of her eyes.

"So you told him my name?" She asked, her lips threatening to break into a smile.

"I panicked. I didn't know what to do and you were the first person to come into my head." I said, closing my eyes, and leaning forwards onto the desk.

"I am glad I come to your mind when some annoying boy is irritating you," She said, her deep voice a low whisper now.

"He was so annoying. I mean, he blamed me for his tragic awakening from an afternoon siesta, he asked me if I had been in his dreams, then proceeded to annoy me more, then asked for my number, and then my name? Idiot." I said, running a hand through my open hair.

"If you remember him with such vivid detail, it becomes hard to take you seriously," She said, her eyebrows arching in a knowing manner.

"I don't like him, Seong. In fact, I wanted to throw a book at him," I said, still not looking up from my desk.

"Well, we can discuss this pretty-boy drama of yours later; I need help in Psychology," Seong said as she turned in her seat to grab her books.

"Aren't you majoring in music?" I question, turning my head, so I was looking at her while leaning on the desk. She scowled as she smacked her books down.

"That doesn't mean I don't pay attention to Psychology," She smacked my head, and I laughed.

"Okay, okay, what do you need help with?" I asked her, as I pulled her books towards me.

"The first chapter, the one with zeitgebers..." She said, scratching her head. I nodded and began explaining it to her.

[A/N: Please continue writing SwagMasterrr0123...I dedicated this chapter to you because you have to continue writing!]