Status: ғɪɴɪsʜᴇᴅ / 2ɴᴅ ʙᴏᴏᴋ ᴜɴғɪɴɪsʜᴇᴅ
"can you stay with me?" she bit her lip
"what did you say?" he asked
"stay with me...please?" she said looking at him
In which a girl feels lonely and asks a boy to stay with her until she feels better.
What wi...
ᴍɪɴʜᴀ,the quiet beauty, walked down the hallway and stood at her locker. She was a loner. She had no friends neither anybody she would trust. Atleast, nobody gave her a reason for her to trust them.
Minha would watch as girls and boys would walk down the halls, laughing, talking, and even picking on each other. She would envy them, but at the end of the day, she neglects people around her.
Laughing and chatter filled the halls. Minha turned around and faced her locker. She opened it and grabbed her books. A sigh escaped her mouth and she turned around.
Just as she turned, she was pinned. Minha looked up. Minha closed her eyes and let out a heavier sigh than she had before. "Go away," she groaned.
"Why?" The person laughed. It was the heartless playboy, Hyunjin. He played with girls and would catch the most beauties. He was known for having beauties all over anyway. The only person he didn't get was Minha.
"Because you disgust me? Is that even a question?" Minha placed her hand on his chest and pushed him, "listen, don't meddle with me." Minha began walking away. Oh did I mention it? She wasn't just a quiet beauty, but a cold one too. I guess you guys could've told.
Minha walked into her class and sat at her desk. She placed her books onto her desktop and stared out the window beside her. There were men playing on the field. She looked away and opened her book. She began to draw a figure.
Minha's face started getting smaller and smaller as she continued drawing. She groaned and ripped out the paper. The paper was crushed with her hands and formed into a messy ball. She bursted with anger inside and threw the paper, trying to aim for the trash can.
Suddenly, everybody had gasped. The paper dropped in front of a pair of feet. The figure bent down and picked it up. "Don't liter," he said sternly.
Minha looked up with a gasp. She slowly stood up and bowed. It was the one and only, Na Jaemin. The cold good looking boy. Minha grabbed the paper and went up to the trash can and threw it away. She sat back down and glared at her desk Jaemin.
She looked away and flipped through her textbooks. Minha checked her phone. "As usual," she mumbled, "Grandma is not sending me a text." "Good morning class!" Minha jumped by the sudden exclamation of the teacher's and placed her phone down lightly.
