Have you ever heard about someone before ever meeting them? That's what's going on now. It didn't take long for everyone in school to be gossiping about the new transfer student up in the Fashion Department. They talk about how good looking he is; stereotyping deems him to be a jerk. But who am I to judge? I'm no one, right? Yeah. Honestly, it'd be nice if class could be a little more learning, a little less gossip.
By the time lunch rolled around, there was only more to be said about him. He was able to dodge and even hit Zack Lee. I'll admit it, that's impressive. Nothing to fangirl about, right? Wrong. Just ask my friends who may or may not need a change of undergarments by the end of lunch with how hard they're going off about this guy.
"_Y/N_, have you seen the new transfer boy yet?" I looked up from my food, cheek like a chipmunk as I looked to Iseul. With a quick shake of my head I swallowed and gently cleared my throat as I cocked a brow in her direction.
"No, have you?" her dread-filled groan was a sufficient answer, but she didn't think so. She droned on for three minutes before Jin Ae interjected.
"Seen or not, I hear he knocked out Zack Lee," my eyes darted to her, trying to be interested in the topic of the new boy as I pushed more food into my mouth, "If he's fast enough to dodge him and then land a hit, then I wonder how fast he is in–"
"Hey, hey!" I held up a hand, leaning across the table to press my hand over Jin Ae's mouth, "Not in front of my ramen, I don't need your filth tainting its purity."
Narrowing her thin eyes, Jin Ae glared while Iseul giggled hysterically, her face quickly turning crimson. As she opened her mouth to finally retort, we all jumped as Minseok slammed his hand onto the table, startling the group, "What's up my bitches? You hear the good word?"
"Jiji over here says new boy knocked out Zack." I muttered quietly, delving back into my lunch. It was far better than the topic if I'm being honest. Not saying gossiping about our school mates isn't interesting, it is. It's just not food.
"We you can toss that rumor out the door hot lips, he didn't knock Zackie out," sometimes I forget how gay Minseok is, and then he comes in flapping his lips and I'm easily reminded. Pulling up a chair, he nudged Jin Ae over to sit at the edge of the table, settling in before looking to her. They quickly continued sputtering the latest news about the new boy, my existence becoming a thing of its own as my trio of friends drooled over the popular boys.
"Have you seen the new boy, Minnie?" the three turned their heads to look at me. I must have been a snot drenched alien with pink polka dots and a furry antenna. I understand the look, they forgot I was here again. It's okay though, I'm used to it.
"I haven't, but I want to. Every time I've tried he's been swarmed. I hear he's super attractive. I wouldn't mind getting a taste of his–"
I quickly raised my hand, hushing him with a flurry of rushed vowels, "There is ramen still present, that talk is not acceptable here."
With a click of his tongue, Minseok grinned and rolled his eyes at me, returning to the conversation with Jin Ae and Iseul. It's not that I don't like perverse conversation, it's just that I don't like it around my food. Yes, I know, I'm going on about my food again. This is probably one of the reasons my mother and siblings attack me about my eating habits. With a few last bites, quietly took care of my plate and headed out of the cafeteria. No point in sticking around for a conversation I wouldn't be participating in, right?