Hate Me Not (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 5 Hate me not

One could heard someone heaved a big sigh. At some thought, maybe the person has somewhat thrown himself into a complicated situation such as handling a problematic students, family's matter or he just not in a mood to do his job today.

"Tough day isn't?"

I rose my head up to see my staff member, Reika, who wore a tight red blouse, red skirt, and her red lips.. What, was she planned to have red themed outfit of the day today?!

But why should I care about that when I have another things to be taken care of?

"Sigh." I gave out another sigh before replying to Reika, "No, not that tough anyway. Just, I couldn't concentrate on my teaching just now. It is.." I paused for a bit before continue it, "..I .. Never mind."

Reika placed a blue file on my desk while frowning her eyebrows. Maybe because I did not spit out what I'm trying to clarify..

It is because of what happened earlier that I lost my concentration. Let me tell you what was actually happened.

**Back to the coffee accident

When Kurota suddenly licks my bare hand that was stained by my coffee, my spine shivered quickly. How outrageous! When our eyes met, of course both of us startled and wondered how did it happened. Seeing my terrified looks and I guess my face become reddened that time, Kurota immediately retracted, letting go my hand and left me without saying anything.

But I caught the glimpse of his face as well. He was so shocked that he did not utter any word, instead, he just fastened his steps towards the door and shuts it with a bam!

I do not really understand either, but my body shuddered when I think about that. That is.. That is not normal.

On top of that, friends do not do that to each other, licking.. Licking others hand..

Just when I wandered into another dreamland, Reika wave her hand in front of my face, saying "Earth to Hyousuke!"

I blinked in confusion, and then opening the blue file to check some documents in it. "Oh yeah, haven't you heard about the ruckus early in the morning?", the woman in her 30's asked me while playing with her hair.

With casual reply, "What is it?"

I added with an indifferent tone, seeming like I do not really care about the whole situation,"I have a lot of things to be taken care of, why should I bother to know about what happened that time?"

My brain was trying to process about the earliest coffee event and thinking how I should confront Kurota about it. But yet to a no avail.. He would not pick up my phone at all! Im so anxious and kept questionining myself about that. If he just apologized to me, it would be more better than dissapeared like this. It is not like I got mad or whatevs, but, what was his intention though?

Unfortunately there was not any students or other staff members that happened to walk into my room, or else.

And now Reika was asking another things that I do not even want to know. Seeing that Im uninterested to hear her story, she drummed her slender yet long fingers, with red fingernails.. RED themed again-- on my table.

The woman only clicked her tongue before adding, "Okay, this might make you feel interested. Your student, the Korean one, punched another student because of you!"

I freeze. At the moment.

Just like a fish gasping for air, that was what I looked like before I stand up, glaring at Reika with serious expression. "What on earth??"

The earth word was stressed in every tone; indicating that whether Im going amok, or kind of wanting to laugh or cry upon hearing the story.

But this woman only tilted her hair as if she was in her deep thought and trying to compile her confusing mind into a sentence.. And then her eyes lit up, seemingly to have an idea regarding to what happened to the delinquent boys.

"I don't really grasp the whole situation ya' know. Seems like the student who got his face blasted by that Korean boii spread a news about you and Mr. Kurota having an intimate time early in the morning. He told his classmates and yeah the rumours spread wildly!", exclaimed Reika, whose eyes were already glistened in the way of what only God knows.

Again, I felt like not only one bucket ice was splashed above me, it was twice, no, seven buckets of them spalshed harshly on my face without any sign of them.

The real reason why my students from the afternoon period whispers to each other while glancing at me during the lecture-- This has to be the worst thing I did received! It is a misunderstanding!

The other reason also make me pondered; why did the Korean boy punched that student? If it was a rumour, why he should be concerned about my problem? All of these make my head ached a bit, yet I could not help but recalling the unknown number from this morning..

After I finished my last period, I packed my things and ran through the corridor to find the Korean student, the troublemaker.