in which a high school boy's dreams consists of the same girl every time and sketches her face in his notebook
only she was the new girl in his school and he had no idea until she gave him back his notebook
lower case intended.
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t h r e e; art
the teacher raised her voice, gaining everyone's attention except from mine and hyejin, my seat partner.
we just continued discussing the meaning behind our art work.
hyejin and i have been friends since being little kids, since our parents are close friends themselves.
hyejin is the only girl friend i actually have and trust, since everybody else is fake as hell.
the classroom soon erupted into loud chatter and they went back to their work on the canvases.
"the same girl, huh?" she asked as she began sharpening her pencils.
"yep. last night was the weirdest dream out of them all, and that's saying something," i chuckled to myself as i tried shading my drawing.
"what happened?"
"she actually spoke to me," hyejin stopped sharpening and looked to me, "wow! what did she say?" she smiled slightly and started to focus back on her drawing.
"all she said was, you left this, and then left." which earned a hum of acknowledgment from the girl beside me.
"at least she spoke to you, it's weird though," i arched my brow at her response.
"what is?"
"out of nowhere, she just says something to you and then leaves, i mean, who does that?"
"obviously she does," i chuckled again and began to pack away my things since second period will start in a few minutes.
i went to go and place my canvas onto the display counter for the next art lesson when someone bumped into my side.
"i'm sorry," it sounded like a girl, but before i could give her a piece of my mind, she had already vanished out of sight.
what the frick?
i quickly got all of my things and ran out of the classroom, since the bell had already rung, i was a little late to my next class.
⋯
"you're late, mr min."
well no shit.
"i didn't hear the bell, sir."
"well everyone else seemed to hear it."
"i'm not everyone else" i flopped myself in my seat, ignoring all of the gawking girls staring at every movement i made.
"detention, after school, mr min. did you hear that?" which earned silent ooo's in the background of the class.
"shut it, or do you want to join him?" she sassed which made them all shut up.
not gonna lie, mrs lee is a really hot teacher, but she doesn't have the personality nor patience to match up.
she's grouchy all the time, but it's funny when she rolls her eyes at all of the girls who pretend to be stupid.
why do girls think that by acting stupid, they will gain male attention? like, seriously, it's not even cute.
⋯
lunch time
after tedious amounts of learning absolutely nothing, it was now time for the most important part of the school day; lunch.
the boys all had different classes so they were already sat down with their lunchboxes on the table in front of them.
jin was giving everybody's lunch a weird look before speaking, "my foods better.. but if you have any spares, pass them me," earning a laugh from the boys on the table.
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AN: to clear any confusion, everyone calls mrs lee "sir" to be sarcastic.
