A Spur-of-the-Moment <3 <3 <3

<<Stairway>>

As I was very busy preparing myself for what could be the best day ever, Annie was looking at me as she lay seated on the bed. She was staring at me like I looked very stupid.

“What?” I ask her, taking a pause from the whirling I was doing while I was trying on my dresses in front of the mirror.

“Nothing. I still cannot believe that the great Oh Sehun asked you on a date,” she smiled.

I smiled back, and sat beside her.

“It wasn’t a direct asking on a date,” I said.

“Then how did he ask you out?”

I don’t know.

It was a spur-of-the-moment.

He was the great Sehun. Tall, fair-skinned, fluffy hair which partly covers the eyes, very handsome, blank affect, half-smile, silent-type. He was very popular because he was the son of the school’s owner. Baeksang Academy is one of the most exclusive and top performing high schools in Korea, even the world. Nobody gets in instantly. And usually, most students are well-off.

Well, I got in with a scholarship, and because I’m brainy. Other than that, we’re broke.

So, he’s popular not only because of that, but because he’s incredibly intelligent, and he’s one of the best dancers and swimmers in school. He could be on the Olympic team if he wanted to.

Girls fangirl over him, but he’s the quiet, snobbish type so he really does not care.

I heard he’s had tons of girlfriends in his past.

I don’t doubt that, judging from his good looks and wealth.

And I was the very geeky, awkward Zooey Chen, and I was petite, chubby, and I had the most disaligned teeth in the world. Well, that was an exaggeration, but I hated my teeth. I have rabbit teeth, and I feel so ugly amidst all the good-looking people here in Baeksang. But I had porcelain fair skin, and my hair was jet-black. And they say I looked like a little Korean figurine. Which was a toss-up between good news and bad news.

And I was very smart, and I am one of the top students in school. I was the batch artist.

But we hardly ever talk to each other.

I was sure he knew me though, judging from the way he looks at me whenever we’d meet in school.

The first time I talked to him was a complete accident.

I was on my way to the second floor, late for class, and as I made my way to the top of the stairs, I bumped into him. HIM, of all people. He almost fell, maybe because I was running and he was walking casually, and the impact of the collision was too strong.

And I sort of freaked out because he was the son of the school’s owner, and any untoward incident against him may cause demolition for me, especially that I’m just a mere scholar.

“Oh my God,” I am so sorry, I said, as he was fixing his blazer and ruffling his incredibly soft hair.

“I’m really sorry, Sehun,” I said, but he was ignoring me.

He looked at me, finally. And he was in his usual blank expression which was a complete riddle.

I was studying his face, if he was angry or okay, or he just doesn’t care.

His lips were tight shut, and I was getting anxious about it.

Because he was just looking. I was thinking of running away.

The class bell rang, and I was about to panic now.

“It’s okay,” he said, still looking dull and expressionless.

“Thanks,” I said, and I brushed past him as I continued to run for class.

That was the first time.

And I was thankful that he wasn’t the snob I though he was.

That was in junior year.

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