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by CarmenKB

by CarmenKB

"Morning angel," Minho kisses my forehead and grasps my hand, making me smile.

"Morning Min. How'd you sleep?" I reply, our hands swinging while we walked to our geometry class.

"I slept alright. Had a sexy dream about you."

"You're disgusting," I remove my hand from his, a small grin on my face.

"I'm joking, you rat. Give me your hand. Mine is cold."

"So whiny today," I giggle, his cute act making my heart flutter.

We make it to our class, separating and sitting at our own desks. Thank god his was next to me. I won't have to suffer.

The unit we were on wasn't the easiest for me. I was struggling a lot, but Minho had helped. Minutes after the bell rang, the teacher went over the rules for testing, and then handed out the sheet.

I was confident. I had done fairly well on the homework when Minho explained it. I looked over it, the first page seeming to be not too hard. The first question was a bit confusing, but nothing I couldn't guess on. I turned the page, immediately beginning to panic.

I knew how to do the numbers and find x. It's just... it wasn't just numbers on the page.

It was figuring out if triangle ABC was similar to triangle DEF. ABC had the number 22 and 10 on it. The second had 5 and 11+x. I wasn't even sure if the x was supposed to go into the equation I had to work with.

Frustration built inside of me. I kept looking up at the clock. I kept hearing people get up, and turn in their tests. I could see Minho from my side vision stand up and turn it in.

There was a total of two pages and four sides. I was only on the second side with fifteen minutes of class left. I stared at the problem, writing something down only to erase it.

Minho tapped on my shoulder discreetly, looking at me with concern, "what question?"

"10."

"Oh jeez, I don't remember that one. It'll be okay, angel. Take your time."

His words weren't reassuring. I didn't have time. Stress built on my shoulders. I wanted to cry. It was stupid, but I really wanted to. I blinked rapidly, resting my head on the palm of my hand while looking at the paper.

Fuck it.

I wrote down an equation and solution that made no sense, moving onto the next question. I hurried through it, only have five more minutes of class left. I stood up, swallowing the lump in my throat, and walked up to hand her my test.

I went back to my desk, laying my head in my arms. I still wanted to cry. I knew that I bombed that test badly. How was I supposed to explain this to my dad? He's going to be absolutely pissed if he sees a bad grade. I have to keep my grades at an A or at least a B.

The bell rang, and I didn't wait for the older. I practically ran out of the classroom. I was still trying to solve the problem in my head, which made me even more upset. Why couldn't I figure it out? I've done it before. Why not now? Why do I have to be so stupid?

The stupidity question kept ringing in my head, distracting me from my painting in art class. I wasn't finished, and I wouldn't be able to finish it. There was too much on my mind. Instead, I found a smaller empty canvas and grabbed different colors. I took my brushes and began to paint, the colors being darker than I normally use.

The greens, blacks, and yellows mushed together. I was too blinded by insecurities to even realize what exactly I was painting. It wasn't until someone tapped my shoulder that I took a breath of air.

"Jisung, are you okay? The bell rang a few minutes ago," Mrs.Im questions, worry present on her face.

I smile, looking down at my drawing, "I'm fine. Just got frustrated today. Can I put this in the back room to dry?"

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•The art is called Sailing By Moonlight painted by Albert Ryder. Usually when people are mad in books and they draw, it's something red and black. I thought I was find a different approach since it wasn't completely anger Jisung was feeling. I really love this art•