It's already been over two weeks since Yuta came to his new school. The teachers already finished teaching almost two chapters from each subject.
The teachers over here are really some kind of a forerunner. Yuta thought.
By that time, Yuta, also got to know that he was always not devoid of deskmate. Apparently he had a deskmate but that boy was just absent from the very first day.
Isn't it too much for someone to skip school.. it's been already two weeks.. How can someone be this much irresponsible.. Whatever.. Who cares..Huh!!
Yuta thought while staring at the birds on the tree adjacent to the window. He heard a knock on his desk, turned around to find Haechan sitting next to him.
"What are you doing here?" Yuta asked.
"What do you mean by that? Its lunchtime dude." Haechan replied while going through Yuta's textbooks.
Yuta seemed a little bit puzzled. He was so much into his own world that he didn't even realize when all the periods passed and lunchtime came.
"Already.." Yuta murmured.
"What?"
Yuta didn't respond. Basically Yuta didn't talk much because he never wanted a friend in the first place so it didn't matter whether Haechan stays or not but unexpectedly Haechan never got tired of him.
Such a lunatic.
"Let's go" Haechan got up and started walking.
"Give that back before you leave" Yuta said still looking outside.
"W-what are you talking about?" Haechan asked sounding a little bit confused.
"That textbook, you have behind you. It's Mine." Yuta replied snatching a textbook which Haechan was hiding behind his back.
"How many times has it been?? Didn't I tell you that I'll not share any notes with you??" Yuta put back the textbook in his back and closed the zipper.
"Just once please... Let me borrow it for once. Please.."
"No" Yuta stood up and started walking towards the cafeteria. Haechan pouted and started to follow him
After finishing lunch they decided to go for a walk around the school's garden.
The Garden was located at backyard in the furthermost right corner of the school.
Mrs. Seoji took care of the garden. She was quite a humble person but not many students liked her for her extremely scary face. So in conclusion the place was always quite.Yuta somehow saw this place from the rooftop and wanted to pay a visit. And amazingly he found Mrs. Seoji to be really a nice and humorous person. After that day Yuta came there quite often whenever he got some time.
"So what's your plan for this weekend?" Haechan asked while wandering around some Daisies.
"Are you busy this weekend?" Haechan asked again.
Yuta didn't response.
"I'll take it as a No.. so then let's go out and have some tteokbokki in this-"
"No-no.NO. I'm busy this weekend." Yuta replied with a smile.
Haechan looked pissed but it was not the first time he got rejected, neither it was the second nor the third, it was the eleventh time. He tried to calm himself down.
No no no Haechan you must endure... There's no WiFi in prison.. so you must not slaughter an innocent person. Haechan thought to himself.
"I know you are not busy. So we are going." he thought of giving another try.
"Huh! Huh! Huh!!!! So I'll take it as a yes". Haechan said since Yuta was not replying.
This time Yuta stood up and walked towards him and came to a halt just in front of him and said,
"Listen lunatic, when I say I'm busy that means I'm busy.. You got me?" Yuta almost sounded as if he was threatening haechan.
But haechan sarcastically let out a small laugh and replied, "Of course my dear friend."
"Get your filthy eyes off that flower unless you wanna end up dead" Yuta snapped as he figured out Haechan's motive of wandering around the daisies.
"Oh!! you got that too" Haechan laughed harder.
"I'm heading back." Yuta walked out the garden followed by Haechan.
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