You woke up at exactly 6:28 in the morning. You stretched your arms as you looked at the bright sunlight peaking at your window. The natural light seems good on a photo so you took your phone and take some shots.
You stand up from the bed and went to your bathroom. Today is actually first day of school and you are required to wear your PE uniform. So instead of wearing your mustard yellow crop-top, white jeans and sneakers which you prepared for the first day of school, you end up wearing navy blue sweats and a pair of gray shirt. You don't really like wearing the said uniform because you look awful.
You went downstairs and kissed your Mom goodbye. You don't want to eat together with your college student brother because you are sure he'll just definitely laugh at you.
Walking really fast from the school gate, you went to the faculty room to get your locker's number combination.
"Good morning! Please give me a number and combination for my locker." You requested. The lady looked at you from head to toe and grab her sticky notes.
She threw a glance at you once more before giving you the piece of paper.
320.
'This is a little bit hard to memorize.' You thought.
The hall is nearly full as you walked to the locker room. Different scents of perfume mixed, that makes you sneeze. All you want to do is to run just to get away.
When you entered the locker room, it is still the same. A lot of laughter can be heard, obviously from the group of girls.
You walked in to search for your locker. After minutes, you felt like you already searched the whole area but still, no locker with number combination of 320.
You don't have friends to ask for help so you slowly poked the girl nearest to you.
"I'm actually finding for locker 320. I just want to ask if you like find it or something." You said. Awkwardly. You don't feel like socializing even before and people will tell you that you are a snob but you don't really care. You are alone but never been lonely.
"I think the locker with 300+ number combination is already in the boys locker room. I don't really know. Like the student council made a rule for that. Just ask some seniors." She said and left. You just sighed, feeling exhausted wearing a very uncomfortable outfit.
You went out from the locker room and looked for some kind looking guy who could give some help.
"Hi! Can I ask for something?" He just nodded so you continue.
"It's actually in the boys lockers. Just try to find it there." He said. I badly want to find my locker cause it is one of the requirements and they'll check it tomorrow.
When it is already lunch time, you entered the locker room for boys, expecting not to see a very disgusting thing. You searched for the locker and found it at the corner part of the room. You felt relieved as you turned the numbers into its right direction.
When it finally open, you felt happy until you saw guy things. There are shirts, shoes and other things guys wear that could fit inside. And at the back of the door, you saw. . .yourself.
"Liking what you see?" You heard a deep voice at your back. You could feel him breathing near your ear and that gives you goosebumps.
"I'm really sorry." You said and turned to faced him. The distance between the two of you is not really big. You can even smell his mint mouthwash and his shampoo.
"Why are you here?" He asked.
"Ahh this i-is the number c-combination they g-gave t-to me." You stuttered. He just smirked and then slightly pushed you away from the door.
"You shouldn't be here." He said and looked straight into your eyes. As you stared at his face, you realized that he seemed familiar.
You heard a crumbling of paper that catches your attention. It was him tearing your picture.
"Why is my picture at your locker?" You asked.
"Are you curious?" He went near me and then smiled widely.
"Nope. I'm just a little bit annoyed looking at the photo I took years ago." You lied. You're actually curious why your photo is in there.
But without further annoying conversation with him, you walked away. But before you could get out of the locker room, someone grabbed your arm.
"Stay." He said.
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After days of being with the guy you met at the locker room, you felt a little comfortable having a companion. You didn't share a locker since the girl who gave you the number made a mistake. But since then, Chan started to hangout with you. You found out that he is really famous at you school because he is a famous football player.
When it is lunch time, you ate together with him and laughed at his flirtatious joke. You didn't realized that you are already attached to him.
"Wait, I already remembered what I'm going to ask you. Why is my photo at your locker again?" You asked for the nth time.
He laughed. "I actually had a crush on you back in middle school. My friends are always talking about a girl on instagram they really like. So I stalked you and developed some feelings." He laughed again and poked me.
"Seriously Chan?" I laughed. Almost everytime, he tried to find my tickle spot but he just can't. I don't have any, I think.
"Y/n. . . I actually don't know why but I think. . ." He cut off, trying to lower his voice because we are at the library.
"I think I am starting to like you." He confessed. You really looked surprised at first and then laughed because you know he is just kidding.
"Seriously Y/n. I shouldn't be here. I shouldn't be with you and it's driving me insane. But. . ."
"I can't stay away. I like you. And this time, it's real." He said and stand up from his seat.
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Sorry I wasn't able to update. I'm just really busy with school and stuffs in the house. Thanks for reading anyways!
