Playboy || jjk [?]

Moved

As the stampede of rushing students hurry into their classrooms you tap on your phone, eyes focusing on the numerous text your friends were sending you repeatively on the busy group chat.

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[♡bby girls♡:  last opened 6:27am]

Chin~ 🌞
:Can you get his number?

Ae Cha ☕
:Why don't you invite him to a cafe??

Ji Hae 🍡
:Nahhh that's too obvious, take him to a library. So like you're studying.

Chin~ 🌞
:So we can study ethereal beauty up close 😂

Ae Cha ☕
: lmao yesss

You sigh, shaking your head at the immature kids you somehow became best friends with.

Y/N
: yeeaasshh you all are too excited..

Ae Cha ☕
: duhhh super cute boy in your class, ofc we need to conduct research.

Y/N
:  uhhhh what about kth?

Ae Cha ☕
: stawp bringing him up... he didn't care for our existance...

Lost in your train of thoughts and frustration you furiously tap on your phone, capitalising every single word.

Y/N
: ARE YA'LL DUMB OR SMTH? HE WAS ASSIGNED TO ME BY MY DINOSAUR AGED TEACHER. I DIDN'T JUST SUDDENLY CAPTURE HIS ATTENTION.. I'M NO WHERE NEAR THE PRETTY AND GORGEOUS GIRLS THAT EXIST AND BREATH IN OUR SCHOOL. THIS IS SUCH AN ASSHOLE MOVE.

[message sent]

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Suddenly a wrinkly hand snatches your phone away, his fingers awkwardly grasping the phone. It seems as if he's never held a device before.

His dark eyes were staring you down with a bitter glare of disappointment.

"Miss Y/N...."

You roll your eyes. You're gonna make your friends pay for this.

"Are you trying to get into even more trouble? Even though you're getting good scores this gives you no right to be utterly disrespectful. Shall I send you to the office?"

"No..." you grumble.

"I beg your pardon?"

"No."

He tightly held onto your phone, his dry fingers wrapping around the phone as if it would be the last thing he's ever done.

"I'll be holding onto this until the end of class. I don't know where you learnt this from, but I'm sure they're a bad influence."

He left the doorway, approaching his desk before stopping and turning back.

"Oh, by the way I've moved your seat next to the new student and I forbid you from teaching such behaviour to him.."

"Yes sir.." you sigh.

You approach the desk, which are connected, so there is no way you can separate from him slowly but surely. You longingly glace at your old desk, which was at the back of class, missing the times where you could lay back and listen to music away from the eyesight range of the fossil.

"Hi Y/N." He smiles, your heart beats a little but you held back and only nod.

"Yeah, hi."

You unpack your bag, the heavy text books slaming on the rotting desks, colourful sheets and bookmarks flying out in different directions.