MISANTHROPIC | pjm. [COMPLETED]

Chapter Three

I stared at my reflection. 

I didn't want to go to college. For a year, I didn't do anything that involved school. And just for the sake of the money, I mentally cursed at myself for even agreeing on this in the first place. I had to raise the payment. 

I didn't bother putting my hair up. I grabbed my ID hanging from the television and stared at it for a short while. 

I saw through the forced smile. The ID was taken a year ago, so my hair was still brown. Sighing, I made my way to the couch and grabbed my backpack, before shouldering it. I pulled out my phone, and I was glad for being punctual. 

The school was one stop away - so I didn't have to hurry. If there was something I hated more than school, it was probably wearing uniforms; but I was glad that we weren't required to wear any. 

When I reached the station, I got into the train just in time. And luckily, there weren't much people. I sat on the seat where it had the least people, and put on my facemask. I didn't look at anyone. I had my eyes glued on my phone, not wanting to interact with anyone at all. 

Every single day - I didn't know why I felt so bitter about people. People were always rude. Nobody was there for me. And nobody will be. I was never thankful for that - sometimes, I wished I couldn't talk. 

How much easier would that be? 

If I disappeared? 

But at the same time, I wasn't a low person that was going to kneel down for something I knew I could conquer. I didn't even know anymore - I didn't even know what I wanted myself. Who am I, even? 

I felt myself roll my eyes when I felt someone sit beside me. When the train reached the stop, I instinctively stood up, and the guy followed shortly behind me. When we were out of the station, he tapped my shoulder. 

"Hey!" he greeted. I faked a smile and waved. "It looks like we're in the same school! Don't mind me. I just want to be friends! I like making friends, and you seem nice!" 

I eyed him. He had brown hair and hazel eyes, he had a bright smile, and his eyes seemed much more happier. He was tall, had good style, but despite being friendly, I felt annoyed. 

"I'm Kim Taehyung," he introduced, as we started walking side by side. I nodded slowly, pretending to be interested. Because really, that's the mask I had to put on, right? To be a bubbly, enthusiastic, cute girl? 

"Chang Sumire." I replied with a huge grin. "You're handsome! Are you a model? An actor?" 

"Aish," he seemed shocked for a while, before hiding his face. "I'm just about to become an actor, and a saxophonist! And yes, I have to look handsome." 

I cocked an eyebrow, "Saxophonist, eh?" 

His eyes widened, "Did I pronounce it wrong again?" 

I forced a laugh, and we fastened our paces. As we did, my eyes couldn't help but notice the clay bracelet wrapped around his wrist. We stopped in front of a pedestrian lane, waiting for the stop light to go green. 

He was texting, and I moved closer. "That's a cute bracelet. Who has the other one? I know about it's cute charm. That when you and the other person wears it, you're destined to be forever." I didn't believe in promises. I didn't believe in those kinds of things. But I acted like I did. 

He looked up from his phone and gave me a smile, "My girlfriend! And if I seem to always dress like I'm up for a fashion show, it's because it's really cute when she gets all flustered about it!"

He started describing her, on how they met back in highschool, how they had much fun with their friends, that some, are apparently studying in the same school.