chapter 3

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Slipping in between the crowd, you let out a sigh in relief as you saw the lockers. You gripped on your bag straps tightly before trudging fast towards it. Almost bumping a few shoulders on the way, you quickly opened your locker and placed two unnecessary notebooks inside.

It was Friday in the afternoon, and everyone is hyped up already for the most awaited game. You can't say the same for yourself though. You just agreed to come for food.

"Hey, uh," You hear someone say near you. Obviously used to people talking to others except you, you didn't glance at the person and just continued arranging your messy locker. "What's her name again?" The voice turned into whispers as you closed your locker in satisfaction.

You huffed in determination before looking at the sea of people in the hallways.

Ah, here we go again.

"She's Lee Saejin, she's quite popular."

"Popular? Then why do I always see her alone?"

"Not that kind of popular!"

"The unlucky popularity. That's why she's being avoided here, so don't talk to her."

"Huh?"

"She has a history of"

You turned to the corner swiftly, trying to look unfazed by whatever you have heard from those gossipers. You're used to it, it should be okay.

But you know it's not.

It was just 4 in the afternoon, and the game starts at 7. You're 3 hours early for this one, letting you save the front seats of the benches up on the bleachers. It was the most favorable for you as you don't want to battle with the crowd later to go down if you're on top of the bleachers. Jiwon would be proud of you for being enthusiastic.

You looked around the place and saw that you really came too early as no one has arrived yet. Though, there were two field staff clearing the field and readying it for the game besides you.

"Whoo." You tried to entertain yourself with your human anatomy book, turning the pages to the one you last bookmarked last night. You carefully placed it on your lap, straightening the pages before taking a sigh. "Page 40."

You were just on the second and a half page of where you started when noise started to enter your hearing. You squinted your eyes towards your book, ignoring whoever's presence was arriving. You should have just taken Jiwon's earphones so you could avoid disturbances in your peaceful moments, even though you do not possess any technological devices.

"I swear I would have won that round if you didn't exchange weapons with me!"

"Just admit you're a loser, Sehun."

"That was mine in the first place!"

"Kyungsoo, did you do research on that thing Mr. Jang has asked us to do?"

"Yeah."

"Can I—"

"No. Do your own."

"Oi! Why do we even need to play with those foxes today? We're obviously the winner."

"I know, but we need to, Jongdae."

Completely irritated by the talking you're hearing, you looked up from your book with daggers in your eyes. You were so ready to glare them one by one, when a pair of gentle but mischievous eyes met yours. You felt his playful gaze lingering on your glare before he talked to the guy next to him loudly.

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