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(req) - san oneshot, cliché enemies to lovers word count: 2.6k
The thought of school often made you feel sick to your stomach. Not that you had no friends nor enjoyed being there, but sometimes you wished the institution wasn't so lenient about the harsh reality for the not-so-popular students.
There would surely come a day where you would snap, and it just so happened that you did in fact wake up on the wrong side of your bed this morning.
"Calm down, will you?" Your best friend called after you, your footsteps loud in the empty halls.
"'Calm down'?" You asked, dumbfounded, nonetheless still strutting on your feet. "It can't keep happening, Hyejoo."
The girl sighed, realising that there was no stopping you now. She knew it was unfair, she just wasn't half as brave as you could be when you were angry.
She watched as you opened the office door as soon as you knocked once, sucking in a deep breath to follow you. She would support you, even if this was something that would get you in trouble.
"Hi, Mrs Gwan," you started nicely, a sour smile on your face. "Do you have time to chat?"
The teacher looked towards the seats before her, none other than Choi San sitting smugly upon the rather comfortable looking chair.
After all, he was a favourite, you knew that much. Yet something about his intimidating glance and permanent smirk that wore upon his face made you more inclined to speak up.
"I see, you're doing nothing important," you started again, completely ignoring the boy as best as you could. "It's regarding the scholarships."
"What about them?" The woman asked, leaning back in her chair slightly.
Her ignorance towards the decisions she had made was enough to further anger you. How could someone be so calm about favouring less deserving students based on their families?
"Need I show you my grades until this date?" You almost scoffed, eyes shifting towards the boy who sat in pure amusement.
You two had never once gotten on. It didn't bother either of you that much, yet both of you felt like the tension of hating one another would fizzle out one day.
Into nothing, you imagined, yet you still anticipated it.
Not so much when he would try and make a fool out of you in class debates or in front of his friends who had equally as horrible personas as he had, yet part of you knew that wasn't the real him.
He had just yet to show it. Maybe he would grow out of it in a few years, and you wouldn't be around to see it.
"And I hate to pinpoint or bring up names," you started, rhyming off the list in your head. "But the likes of Park Jinae, and even Choi San, have been favoured multiple times yet have poorer grades than myself."
