"Class today is your exam. I hope you all know the rules. No cheating or talking, or you will be penalized! You have 30 minutes for 25 questions. I expect you all to think carefully." The teacher speaks as he hands out the tests and booklets.
I wouldn't say I liked tests; I wanted to answer everything to get out of here faster.
"Remember, Check your answers before handing them in." He reminds.
I never checked my answers, and I was confident in myself always.
I looked over at Yeonjun, who was looking already; he flashed his eyebrows at me as if asking me to give him answers; I shake my head and begin my test.
"You have 10 minutes left."
I was already finished; I had the test closed with my answers covered. No one needed my answers; they're likely not all correct anyways.
"Soona." Yeonjun whispers. I glared over at him, and he makes sure the teacher isn't looking before whispering, "What's number 20?"
If I give him the answer, would he shut up? Likely.
I sighed, eyeing the teacher. He was turned around, wiping the board off.
"B." I mouthed. He nodded, marking the answer on his paper.
"No more," I whispered as he looked at me with puppy eyes.
"No." I shake my head, and he sighs before inputting his final answers.
"Class, you have 2 minutes."
I looked around at the class; Yena was done, Yeonjun was done, but Beomgyu was still reading something. He looked confused by a question.
He marks his answer but looked like he hesitated; he shut his eyes as he closed the booklet.
I hope he did a good job, and I hope my notes helped him prepare.
"Class, the test is done; pass all your papers to the front. You may retrieve your phones now from the basket."
I walked over to the basket, and I reached my hand down toward my phone, only for someone's hand to land on top. My eyes widened; I quickly looked behind me to see Yeonjun with a smirk on his face.
I suddenly get an idea; I grabbed my phone; Lifted my foot, then placed my heel on his toes, making him back up in pain.
"That's what you get," I whispered as I walked back to my desk.
Did he have no shame, seriously? Did he think he was close enough to pull such childish tricks?
Not today! not ever! I crossed my arms across my chest.
"Class, we have a 10-minute break before lectures; use it wisely." The teacher excuses himself.
Suddenly my phone vibrated. I looked down to see Beomgyu had texted me.
I glanced over toward Yeonjun to see him eyeing Beomgyu; he was right. He was glaring pretty hard, for why? I don't know.
I began coughing to get his attention; he shifted his gaze. "Are you okay?" Yeonjun asks.
"I'll go get some water." I stand up, exiting the tensioned room.
What is his problem? He hates him that much?
I walked toward the water fountain; my throat was feeling dry. I guess it's karma for acting earlier.
"Drink this." Yeonjun throws a drink at me; it hits my arm and falls toward my feet.
"Do you have to throw it?!" I yelled, looking at my feet.
"Sorry, I thought you'd catch it." He shrugged.
It was a green apple yogurt drink, I liked apples, but I wouldn't tell him.
"I don't even like this one." I kicked it back toward him. I walked past him, the air blowing his hair slightly, his eyes followed me back toward the room.
He looks down at the drink; picking it up, he decided to drink it himself.
"You look annoyed. Are you ok?" Yena asks as I passed her desk.
"I'm fine." I quickly answered while I hurried to my seat.
Yeonjun enters the room drinking the rejected drink; he glances toward me but retreated his eyes to the floor as he walked to his seat. He seemed to be not in a good mood.
"Soona, You were coughing a lot earlier, so; I want you to have this." Beomgyu stood in front of me, placing a drink on my desk.
My eyes widened, seeing it was the same drink as Yeonjun got me earlier.
"A-Ah, thank you," I said, trying to find my words. I saw Yeonjun approaching the desk, and he looks at me with lowered eyes before turning toward Beomgyu.
"She doesn't like green apple." He slaps the drink off the desk, making liquid droplets spew out, landing on Beomgyu's uniform.
I gasped, seeing Beomgyu's face; the drink even went into his hair.
"Yeonjun!" I scolded him, standing up from my seat upon seeing what happened. The whole class's eyes were on us three.
Yeonjun looked like he regretted what just happened but didn't speak.
I grabbed Beomgyu's jacket, pulling him outside the classroom. I stopped in the middle of the hallway.
I didn't turn the face him, and I didn't know what quite to say at this moment, what could I?
"Sorry," Beomgyu spoke behind me. I turned to face the fragile-looking boy.
His hair was sprinkled with green yogurt, and his face was covered in speckles as well.
"You did nothing wrong." I walked toward him.
"I shouldn't have done that in front of him."
"It wasn't your fault; go to the bathroom and get cleaned up." I walked him toward the bathroom.
"C-Can you help me?" He stutters.
"Alright, let's go." I walked inside the bathroom with him toward the sink.
"Use these to wipe your hair and face off." I took some paper towels and slightly wet them.
He took them from my hands, wiping them through his hair.
I decided to help him and took one to wipe his face off. I wiped the speckles off his cheeks and forehead; he seemed to be feeling bad.
I can't believe Yeonjun; why was he so rude toward him? Was it only that reason?
"Thank you." Beomgyu thanks me.
"I'll pay for your uniform." I offered, his white sleeves were slightly green in spots from the yogurt.
"You don't need to..." He shyly declines.
"Go get your gym clothes and wear them instead. I'll go back to the classroom. Will you be okay?" I asked.
"Yes, thank you again." He smiled slightly.
"You." I walked in front of Yeonjun's desk, hovering above him.
He slowly looked up at me, seeming afraid.
"Outside." I grabbed his arm, forcing him to come with me.
"Why did you do that?" I glared into his eyes, and he couldn't even look at me.
"Sorry. I didn't think it was open."
"So you think it was reason either way?!" I said in disbelief.
"No, I mean- sorry. I wasn't thinking." He sighed, staring off into the hallway.
"Pay for the uniform," I demanded; he finally meets my eyes.
"What?"
"Pay...for the..uniform, Yeonjun." I carefully worded it out.
"That-"
"You made this mess, so you can at least pay for the fee!" I held my hand out.
"I don't have my wallet today.."
"Really?" I ask, looking at him with lowered eyes.
"Yes." He looks nervously.
I reach my hand into his pants pocket, feeling around for the wallet.
"What are you doing?!" He jumps in shock.
"I'm finding the wallet!" I use my other hand to dig inside the additional pocket.
I felt the leather wallet; I grabbed it between my fingers and pulled it out.
"This. You said it wasn't with you!" I held it up.
He reached out, but I held it behind my back.
"That will be $200." I opened it, searching through to find only a $100 bill.
"I only have that for lunch this month." He begins to explain, but I take the bill then hand him back the wallet.
"Have the other $100 by next month." I walked off with it in hand, and he watches me as I leave.
"Did she do that? over him..." He thinks to himself.
"Here, accept it. It's only half of the uniform cost." I handed him the bill.
"A-Are you sure?" He was hesitant.
"Take it. It's rude to deny it." I grabbed his hand, place the bill inside and clamp his hand shut.
"Thank you." He looks down at the ground.
Don't mind Yeonjun, and I took care of it.
"It was me who made him mad.." He takes a deep breath.
"It wasn't you. He is the only one responsible for his outburst." I pat his shoulder.
"Thank you again. I don't want to cause you any more trouble."
"It wasn't your fault! Make sure you get your uniform cleaned today."
"Yes, I will. I'll see you later." He walks off slowly.
I felt terrible for what happened, that damned Yeonjun! I will get my revenge on you one day!
You're supposed to fall in love, not hate!
"Soona, Can I talk to you?" Yeonjun appeared behind me.
"What?" I turned around quickly to face him.
"I'm sorry, and I should have controlled myself." He apologized, bowing to me.
"I'm not the one who was covered with yogurt. If you're sorry; Apologize to Beomgyu tomorrow."
"Beomgyu? Oh. I will." He stands up, and he seemed nervous.
"Good. Well, enjoy the rest of the day." I walked out of the school doors, leaving him there to wonder.