𝐍𝐎 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 | Hwang Hyunjin

*7*

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Back in school, I did exactly what Hyunjin told me.
I stayed away from him, we didn't talk.
It was not like I didn't do that before. We never talked before the weekend, he didn't even knew me.

But I just had this feeling that he's everywhere.

When we met, I never looked at him and he did the same.

He even stayed away from Hani. She tried over and over to talk to him, but he just ignored her.

I tried to forget him, but that was really hard. We're in the same history and chemistry class.
It's not like I have to talk to him, we can't talk in class anyways, except that nobody really care about that rule. But I see him everyday.

We ignored each other, but it was still weird.

I tought a lot about him, even if I didn't wanted to. And I always had this bad feeling inside of me.

After four weeks, I started getting used to it.
I started to put the thoughts about Hyunjin in the back of my head.

I distracted myself more.
I spent more time doing the thing I loved. Fashion and modeling.
Since my mom is a designer, I often accompanied her when I was younger and I started really early with the modeling thing.
She also was very happy when I told her, that I wanted spent more time with her.

But I also studied a lot, I didn't wanted my notes to suffer under my hobby.

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"Okay class, today, we will choose the groups for the group project that is coming", the history teacher announced.

Shit. Group project.

I hate group projects.

I can't take the full responsibility for something.

And my class didn't make the whole thing easier.
All those adhd kids probably share one brain cell, not to be offensive or anything.

"Everyone come to the front one by one and take one note out of the bag", the teacher continued his explanation,
"There will be four groups. When you have your note, go sit down to your group. Group number one will sit here in the front, number two on the left, number three behind number two and number four in the back on the right. Did everyone understand that? Are there any questions?"

He looked around.

Nobody seemed to have a question.

Like every time the the teacher ask this question. I bet there will be at least one question later.

The first student stood up and picked out one little piece of paper out of the bag. He unfolded it and looked inside.

"Wait, where is Number 2?", he asked.

I knew it, that there was at least one question. Sometimes I don't know what is wrong with my class.

I was the fifth one to pick a group.

I opened the note.

Number 1.

I went to the table were group number 1 sits. There was no one, I was still alone.

Some moments later, Hani came. She smiled when she saw me.

Then, another girl came. Her name is Chaeyoung.
I don't know her that much, she never talks that much.

But she seemed to be cool.
She isn't as annoying as the other people in my class. Chaeyoung gave us a little smile.

Hani waved and I gave her an short smile back. She sat next to me.