Sometimes I surprise myself with how quickly I can get from point A to point B when I'm in a panic. I made it from the restroom to class in what I would like to claim is my record time, you know, had I timed myself, and this was all while shoving my diary in my bag. Note to my future self— don't bring your diary to school! It would be better for mom to find it. At least then the bullying only stays at home… right?
Settling myself in, I barely caught my breath when Miseok jumped in front of me, screeching a loud 'boo' which startled me right out of my seat. There was a chorus of giggles throughout the class and all I could do was look up at my best friend with a reddened face filled with shock. He was torn between wanting to giggle along and being worried, that was a first for him actually scaring me out of my seat.
"_Y/N_… are you okay?" he shuffled his feet as he rounded the front of the desk, helping me up.
"Yeah." Incorrect! I'm not okay, I'm far from it. This morning was the perfect set up to give me an anxiety attack, and that should have been the topping to this disastrous cake. He grabbed my face and gave it a gentle squeeze, staring me in the eye, "What?"
"I'm trying to tell if you're lying. You've never jumped out of your seat to a simple 'boo' before." I brushed him off, quickly sitting back down and staring at my table, "What's got your goose, hun?"
"It's nothing, really," I should stop lying, "I was just thinking about how close we were to getting caught by my mom this morning. I don't know what I would have done had she found it."
Miseok eyed me suspiciously as he rounded back across the front of my desk to my right, taking his seat beside me. To say I was great at lying would be the biggest lie of all, because I'm not, and he knows that. Thankfully, the teacher came in, saving me from the would have been scrutiny that would have taken place otherwise. I gave him a quick smile to which his lower lip jutted out as he pouted. With luck, he will forget all about this by lunch break.
Class sadly didn't drag by today. Just the glances from Miseok all morning told me he still had questions that he would get answered one way or another. With about the subtlety of a hippo doing a cannonball into a watering hole, I shuffled my belonging into my bag. There was still three minutes of class left, but as I said, I'm not a good liar. My best bet is to simply avoid, and I am pretty good at avoiding topics that I don't want to discuss. Tick, tock, Mr. Clock! I have some avoiding to do.
As the bell rang, I stood, barely pushing my seat in as I rushed to the door. I could hear my friends calling after me. Sorry guys, I need to get my grub on so I can avoid answering questions. That's right. The best way to avoid is to dive into a meal before anyone can get to me. I'm pretty sure they learned their lesson about interrupting me while I'm eating a few years back, or at least that's my assumption since they haven't tried to force conversation onto me during meals.
Surprisingly I was among the first into the cafeteria. You know what this means? I'll get the freshest food! Or so I thought. My hopes and dreams of fresh cafeteria food flew out the window as someone grabbed the back of my uniform, pulling me out of the cafeteria. Flailing slightly, I was let loose long enough to turn around. Oh joy–
"Hey there fatty, remember us?" Wow, how cliché could one get? This girl and her lackies, the bullies from this morning. Just because my thoughts can run rampant and say things doesn't mean they will find their way out. Due to this fact, I merely nod to the ring leader as my eyes stay glued to her cakey face. I wonder what she looks like under all of that– "Good, come hang out with us."
What? I opened my mouth, but no words came out. What was I going to say? Would I protest? Surely that wouldn't go over well. Laugh? No, no. That would be drastically worse. I guess there's only one thing I could say…, "Okay?"