Fear Me P.JM

Chapter Five: Screwed

The 2nd half of the day was a lot better. In fact, it was wonderful. I made an absolutely perfect chocolate cake in my home economics class. I contributed not just 1, but 2 insightful comments in my civics class, and I was actually ready for my quiz in music theory.

Of course, this is all probably because there were no pretty boys in any of those classes.

I put away my saxophone and pick up my book bag, checking for the small stitch I put in it to recognize it from the others. In my school we are not only required to wear uniforms, but we must carry the same type of book bag. Well, we do have a few choices in our book bags. They come in different colors.

Black.

And blue.

Sorry, I meant navy blue. Important adjective.

The moment the analog clock moves to 3:00, everyone begins to leave. My plan is to leave as soon as possible and accidentally "forget" to pickup Jimin from our homeroom classroom, which is where I'm supposed to meet him. Unfortunately, in order to reach the end of the hall where my freedom lies, I have to pass by my homeroom.

I make an extra effort to blend into the crowd of students and keep my eyes looking straight ahead. I hold my breath a little when I pass by my homeroom and smile. Yes! The taste of sweet success. Almost tastes just as good as that chocolate cake I ma-

"WOAH!" I choke as I feel someone pull me from the neck of my shirt. I almost fall backwards. "Hey!" I yell, turning around. My face goes blank.

"Y..you!" I cry out.

He obviously spotted me walking by and came out to grab me. Not very nicely I might add.

"Am I wrong or were we suppose to meet in our homeroom for my tour of the school?" He phrased it as a question but his tone implied that he was certain.

I gulp. So beautiful. Even just standing there I could see students from other classes and ones from ours trying to take a look at him without him noticing. He was an instant hit in our school. It would only be 2 days tops before girls would start trying to sneakily take digital pictures of him.

I did the only thing I could think of since I had to talk to him. I shut my eyes.

"Well," I say to the darkness, "I forgot...I'm sorry!"

Man, what happened to all my excuses. To Plan A, B, and C?

Wait. I only had Plan A. And that one failed. I really need to make a back up plan next time.

"Why are your eyes closed?"

I turn towards the window, or at least I think I'm facing the window. I turn around again searching for the stream of light that would give the surface of my darkness a hint of orange. Ah, there we go. Found it.

"I have dry eyes," I explain. "So to keep them wet, you know. A good long blink does the trick."

There's silence.

"I'm over here."

I open my eyes. "Huh?" I'm facing a small group of very confused looking guys.

"Alright, let's start the tour..." I hear and I feel a hand on my back push me toward the end of the hall.

"EH!" I cry out and I dive down so that Jimin's hand is suddenly in front of me.

He stops, his hand still out, looking at me oddly and slightly irritated. Hey, same to you buddy.

With a finger, I push Jimin's hand down to his side and force a smile. "I'll lead," I say.

"Sure, okay." He puts his hand in his pocket and turns to the side to allow me walk ahead.