"Jisung, a mistletoe is just some scam that a sleazy guy came up with, just to get girls to kiss him."
"Am I sleazy, Jade?" The younger asked.
I groaned and pinched the bridge of my nose. "No, you nitwit...." I muttered.
"You're too in...
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The next time that I would see Jisung would be in history class Tuesday afternoon.
My desk was in the very back of the classroom, that way I didn't have to engage in conversation with the other students. Well, it's not like they want to talk to me anyway--- I was an outcast.
I didn't mind it at all. The less interaction with people, the less chance of me disappointing anyone.
The bell rang and I saw the familiar mop of blue hair walk into class with his friends. We made eye contact and his widened slightly. I just shook my head and laughed to myself in amusement.
I knew that he was probably going to ask questions later.
When class ended, I was the last to leave the room. I walked into the hallway that was filled with hormonal teenagers and found that Jisung was standing by the door.
“What's up, kid?” I asked, just to get on his nerves. Jisung groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose. “I'm not a kid,” He muttered before looking down at me. “What are you doing here?” I raised an eyebrow at the question. “Oh gee, I'm just casually stalking someone I just met.” I spoke sarcastically.
Though, the boy believed me. “W-what?!” His voice cracked. I rolled my eyes and began to walk to my last class. “I'm being sarcastic, you nitwit. What does it look like I'm doing?” I muttered.
He walked beside me and blinked. “Oh…”
“Noona, what's your name?”
I grimaced, “Don't call me that.”
Jisung grinned. “Why, does it remind you that you're old?”
