It wasn't like I was asking for a new student. Nor was I asking for him to sit right next to me. New people were a bore to me. Not knowing who they were or anything about them was almost annoying. So, when the new transfer student from Korea suddenly appeared in my class with a hat on looking intimidating, I just looked down at my book ignoring him as best as I could.
The teacher's words didn't hit me until I heard her calling my name multiple times. My head shot up to at least twenty pairs of eyes on me. I clenched my hands nervously.
"Yes?" My voice came out scratchy which gained snickers from some of the guys that sat next to me. I rolled my eyes focusing once again on my teacher and the boy.
My teacher eyed me threateningly but put her arm around the transfer student causing him to jerk a little. "This," She spoke, her voice sounding like a dying frog. Oh how it hasn't aged well over the years. "Is Changbin Seo, he'll be sitting next to you. I expect you to show him around and make sure he has everything he needs?" She raised an eyebrow at that last remark so I just nodded and turned back to my book.
When Changbin sat down next to me I didn't look up and he didn't seem to have any interest in me. I thanked god for that and tuned out the rest of class leaving the second the bell rang. No way in hell was I becoming a tour guide for some emo kid. I shuffled my way down the hallway swiftly itching to get to dance class.
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"Wait so you just left him there?" I scoffed grabbing my water bottle from the ground laying down with a plop. I stuttered out a yeah and the girl next to me groaned. "You know Felix," She spoke again with that high pitched voice of hers. Sometimes it was nice to listen to but right now I had a headache and wanted nothing more than to curl up on the dance room floor and sleep. "One day your selfishness will catch up with you and let me just say, karma's a bitch." She left with a huff and stomped away. I just laughed and closed my eyes.
Sometimes I thought I had a crush on her, Amelia. She was pretty and her dance skills were envious I could watch her forever. I met her in my first year of highschool we'd both just joined the dance club and were inexperienced swans. When we got close enough she'd always yell at me whenever I did something bad, now that I think about it she's more of a nagging mother than anything. Maybe that's why I don't think of her in a romantic way.
My mind traveled back to the transfer student and I cursed at myself. How much English does he know? I really left him alone like a complete asshole. I stood up taking my jacket of throwing it somewhere random, I started the radio and began dancing again. It helped relieve stress.
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The bell rang but I didn't run this time. I looked over and saw the transfer student packing away his stuff but when he got up so did I and I grabbed his arm before he could leave. A girl walked past and gave us a look but I just ignored her turning my attention back to peircing eyes. The glare he gave me was enough to send even Satan running so I let him go quickly and gave a nervous a smile.
"S-Sorry for rushing away yesterday I had something to do but if you really need help with anything I'd be hap-" I stopped because he cut me off and brought his finger up to my forehead flicking it. I grabbed my forehead in pain and whined as he began to walk away.
"I don't need any help freckle boy." He stated, leaving the classroom.
I stood there in disbelief. What a dick. At this point I was fuming and made my way out of the classroom barely bothering if I ran into anybody. I couldn't believe I had worried over not helping him. A small part of me actually wished we could've been friends but after that I realized I wanted nothing to do with him seeing as he wanted nothing to do with me as well. Suddenly I felt insecure about my freckles even though Amelia told me they were cute.
