"what are you doing??!!" I hear shouting at me from the opposite room as I regain my senses. I look around and finally realize i fell of my bed from the loud noise of my alarm clock chirping.
"nothing, I'm fine" I reply back as I roll my eyes toward my still ringing phone. I slam my hand on the screen hoping it would stop eventually. still confused of my surroundings, I look around and a loud sigh escapes me. it's the first day of school.
the summer wasn't great because I don't hang out with many people. everyone posts pictures with there friends at the pool, the mall, and road trips. but the only thing I did was watch Netflix and eat food.
I slowly get up and change into my outfit. the only thing that interests me is fashion. the ONLY thing. I put on my black pants and white-red AF1's. then pair it with a black top and red windbreaker jacket. yes it's plain but it matches my personality well.
I throw my bag over my shoulder as I rush out the door with a granola bar in my hand, screaming my goodbyes to my parents as I head off.
"your going to be late y/n" I mumble to myself as I look at the clock on my car screen. I finally arrive with around 20 minutes until the first class. when I basically run into the brick building, my heart drops. just the feeling of being here makes me sick to my stomach. having unnecessary classes and no friends is a good enough reason to not go. I trudge to my locker and put my combination in as I glance at my classes on the small paper I was given.
I place my books in my left arm and I close the locker with my right, heading to my first class: music. I find an empty seat away from everyone else and place my books on the floor. I glance at all my classmates that I've known for years. I see the same ignorant faces until one marks as unfamiliar. he has short light pink hair that completes his white creamy skin. "he must be new" I think to myself, shaking my head. I brush the thought off and redirect my attention to the head of the room. I hear the muffled bell ring and find myself staring at the mystery boy out of the corner of my eye.
I finally pay attention to my teacher as she starts rolecall. "mingyu. here. wonwoo. here." and so on. when I hear my name being called, I let out a small "here". she finishes speaking and sets down the paper on her wooden desk.
"now," she begins, we have a new student, if you couldn't already tell. son, would you please come up and introduce yourself? maybe say some of your hobbies?" she says, smiling at the mystery boy. he responds with a big grin and slowly walks up to the front. I look at him more now that he stands upright. he's tall, pretty thin but still muscular, definitely good looking. I pause and furry my brow to myself. "why are you being like this?" i think to myself and I stay confused. refocusing my attention to the boy as he begins speaking.
"hello". he says with a small giggle. "um- my name is jeonghan. I'm new obviously ha. I really like music" he says glancing around the room and eventually our teacher. "I also really like to dance and perform. um- ha to be honest that's about it." he finishes with a wide grin peeling across his face. the room is mostly silent but you can hear some girly giggles from the back of the room.
for some reason I become annoyed and turn my attention elsewhere. I'm staring blankly at the wall with music stands lying on them when I feel a stare burning into the back of my head. I turn around, uncomfortable with the sensation to see the new boy looking at me.
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mismatch
Teen Fiction"she doesn't believe in the saying opposites attract, until one day they do. Like magnets" soft jeonghan ff:))
