up becomes down ✩ taewin

seven

School goes by slowly for some reason. Maybe it's because I can't stop thinking about Taeyong's offer and how I maybe, just maybe, wish that I accepted it...

This is why I don't have friends. No effort whatsoever and never ending stupid decisions made on my part.

Anyway, the final bell comes. The saving grace from my mental self pity party. It saved me from my headache too... I can only tune out an instructor for so long before everything they're saying starts to sound like Simlish, amplified and echoing through my eardrums. Which are rather sensitive, all due to an incident with a blow horn from my childhood. Most people can guess what happened without me having to tell the story.

We are all dismissed to leave the classroom. I start gathering all of my notebooks and binders and stuff them inside of my bag neatly. When I stand up from my seat, I feel someone stuff a crumbled piece of paper down the back of my shirt. Cool.

That happens a lot. It doesn't phase me one bit. It just sucks that my shirt is tucked today. So the only way I could get it out without making it a big deal would be to go the the closest bathroom. The bathrooms are nasty and always full of boys an entire grade ahead of me. They scare me. Looks like I'm walking home with a piece of crumbled paper down my back.

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Home at last. I don't say hello to my family the second I step through the door like I usually do. Instead I toss my bag into my room and then go to the bathroom, closing the door behind me. I unbutton and unzip my pants to untuck my shirt, and there goes the paper, falling onto the ground.

Readjusting my pants so they're secure and back on again, I bend over to pick up the paper to un-crumble and de-wrinkle it. These paper pranks usually come with a message. They're usually not nice, but might as well to see what this person in particular had to say. Maybe they came up with something original. Although I highly doubt it.

I mumble the reading to myself;

If you're reading this you've been invited.

By me of course. Yong!

Wait, what?

Oh, I get it now. He's still trying to get me to talk to people and go out, like he's some social matchmaker. I honestly find his perseverance odd. But I continue reading.

We'll hang out where we usually do. Only because I enjoy the woods. It could've been literally anywhere but I'm selfish and wanted to be where I preferred.

Anyways, hope to see you there tomorrow! It'll be a Friday, so don't talk about school.

A meetup where he took me the other night? I want to decline the invitation... but at the same time I actually do want to go. If I don't go, I'll for sure end up regretting it.

I really don't know what I'm going to do, and quite frankly, thinking about it is giving me a massive headache. I'd much rather nap. So I go back to my room and do just that. I'm always out like a light after school, so I fall asleep rather quickly.