The Golden Ring • ChanBaek | ENG

[CHAPTER 031]

    The teacher closed his eyes for a few minutes and took a deep breath. He must be very tired.

Go home Mr. Park.

I want to say those few words so badly, but I can't. He's old enough to make his own decisions.

"It's okay if we don't have a separate lesson today?" What? That's it?! Are you serious? And I was literally sweating from nervousness.

And why would it be not okay? At least he'll get home sooner.

"Yeah, it's totally fine," I nodded, smiled, which he returned, and then continued to stare at my face. Okay, this is getting awkward.
If you want to say something, do it and don't look at me like that. "I should go," I pointed at the door. He responded with a nod, not taking his eyes off me, and I swear, as I turned my back on him, his gaze was on me the whole time.

Now what I don't know if I should be happy or-? I mean he can look at me all he wants, it's not like I can stop him.

As I was going back to class, someone caught my eyes. Choi SeungHyun.

I think every school has that one student - or more - who is constantly play the wag, learns nothing, and smokes. Now for this school it's none other then SeungHyun, but he doesn't just do these things, he likes to fight, often unreasonably, even the fricking teachers are scared of him.

I remember when I was a freshman, and saw him for the first time, I asked Kibum who is he. His answer was that he is the King of Ice.

You can imagine what face I was making.

At first I thought thay gave him this name because of his icy blue hair, but it turned out that he whole man is an icicle. He's really the biggest jerk I know. Of course, ever since he was a senior, his hair has been black, just like his soul.

So somebody please tell my why the hell is he looking at Kibum? Bummie's his new victim? I would say that if he wants to hurt my best friend he has to fight with me first, but honestly I'm afraid of him. Once he looked into my eyes, and I almost pissed myself.

Well my dear freckle-faced friend, good luck for the rest.

As I entered the classroom, I was startled by TaeYeon's catchy voice. She was singing. I mean, she's got a nice voice, it's clean and everything, it's just not for me. I would never listen to her music.

I tried to reach my desk as unobtrusively as possible, but of course fate hates me and she had to notice me.

"Oppa" she bounced in front of me. What are you, some kind of flea? Why do you have to jump?
She's trying to be cute, but why? "Are you in the singing class too?" she blinked at me with her hopeful black eyes.

"Nope" I stepped back. She was way too close. "I'm in the drawing class," I replied briefly. I don't want to talk to her, if Mr. Park is listless, so is Byun BaekHyun! That's funny, am I that attached to him already? It can't be, can it?

ChanYeol is just my teacher.. even though I've been feeling weird these days. Anyway, whatever this is, Mr. Park has a wife, they must love each other very much, I have nothing to do with them.

"Ah..." she pouted. "I'm sure your singing voice is good." You mean, it's perfect. I have to admit, I've often thought about becoming a singer but I drop that idea because I have stage-fright, and I like art better anyway.

"And you don't want to try singing?"

"I don't think-" I couldn't finish my sentence because she started to talk again.

"Or should I try drawing?" she raised her fingers to her lips, as if she were thinking too hard. Thank god the bell rang so I bypassed the girl and sat down. I know it was a little rude that I ignored her but I really have no strength to listen to her.

As soon as the lesson began, I could constantly feel TaeYeon's gaze on me which bothered me a lot so I stubbornly didn't look up from my notebook.

I have no idea what this new girl wants from me, but I can't give her anything. We can't be friends because my disgust commands me, not as if I want to be friends with her, I hate it when a girl pretends to be cute.

I look out the window, the sky is covered with dark clouds. Great, it's going to rain again.

It couldn't get any better.