A Wind Of Change [1] || EXO ✓

017: Girly Situation

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"Bring the books to the cabin," said Mr. Baldy.

Hazel carried the books wearily to his cabin.

"Are you not feeling well?" Asked Mr. Baldy as she placed the books on his table.

"I'm fine, sir. Nothing to worry. Thanks for asking." She bowed and walked off.

She was not feeling well at all. She barely managed to stay awake during his class. Mr. Oh observed her walk out of the faculty room clumsily.

She laid her head down on the bench, gripping her stomach. The pain was no joke. "I don't want to hear your girly excuses henceforth", these words of Mr. Sehun resonated in her mind. He clearly mentioned in his first tutorial class that he doesn't wants to hear "girly" excuses and decided to act fine during the tutorial session. Her lower abdomen ached sending her into a state of blackout.

"Today, I'll be asking you to draw important diagrams in biology," Mr. Oh said walking into the classroom, carrying a bundle of notebooks in hand.

She lifted her head slowly startled by his voice and wiped her forehead to clean off the sweat.

"Turn to page no.33 and practice the plant cell diagram. I wouldn't teaching much today as I have some books to correct," he said and pulled out the chair to sit opposite the her. He flicked through the pages of the notebooks and ticked them with a red pen. He watched her carelessly empty the pencil shavings on the floor. 

"Pick them up and throw it in the bin. Now," he said crossing his arms, his face remaining a stoic mask.

She sighed and picked them up, put them into her pouch instead of walking over to the bin. She just couldn't. Her legs were hurting from the painful cramp in her calf muscles. It felt like she had ran a hundred miles and Mr. Oh went back to correcting the books.

Twenty minutes passed.

She glided the pencil lead back and forth lazily across the white page.

"Just one diagram done after so long," he scowled.

Her pencil lead snapped suddenly and she buried her head in the book.

Mr. Oh sighed and took out a sharpened pencil from his pouch, handing it over to her.

She titled her head and glimpsed at him with droopy eyes. Looks like he's determined to take an extra hour today, she thought frustratedly. She hoped that he would see her struggle and dismiss the class but it didn't seem like that. She lifted her head slowly, clutched onto the pencil and went back to drawing.

Seeing the sweat trickle down her forehead, he got up from his seat and flipped on the fan switch.

Several minutes passed and she stopped drawing. She opened her textbook and pretended to read while clutching her stomach underneath the desk.