Summer's Summer (EXO FANFIC)

Chapter 17: Groupings

"Your English is so nice." I told him, showing him my two thumbs up.

He flashed me a smile then said, "Really? I've really studied it hard. Thank you."

You are welcome.

"You can play the guitar well, finely well," He began talking. "Just do some practice and you'll improve."

"Really?" I felt my cheek blazed, I hope he didn't notice. "I'll practice more, Lay-ssi."

I heard a familiar sound.

♫♪

Ja iruhna,  Da iriwa (Da iriwa)

Mak heundeuruh (Ni saenggak modu)

Just shake it up (Shake it up)

♫♪

It was from my mobile phone, someone was calling. I asked for a moment, I stood up from my seat and I answered Kai's call.

"Yobose--" I wasn't able to do the greetings for Kai interrupted me first.

"Yo! Go out with me. Tomorrow, 4PM KST, I will wait for you. Bye." I didn't even get any single chance to speak to him. How could he?

Go out with me. Tomorrow, 4PM KST. I will wait for you. What for, Kai?

"Who was that?" Lay interrupted my thoughts.

"Oh that?" I glanced at my phone. "That was Kai."

"Kai? Why did he call?" He asked.

"Um..." I was sort of shy to tell him about it but, "He said that we would meet tomorrow, 4PM."

He wiggled his brows, "You look bothered. Why?"

We still have a session tomorrow. Though it is a Friday, we still have to do it. It was stated on the contract of the tutoring-thingy.

"Oh!" He almost yelled. "I forgot to tell you." As usual. "I have to go by 3PM tomorrow. We still have a recording schedule. So, no worries, Summer."

I felt kind of relieve when he told me that he has a schedule tomorrow. At least, I won't feel any guilt.

-

Picking for your 'OOTD' is really hard. Well, that's a girl thing. You may see our closets like a treasure box of clothes, but for girls, "I have no more clothes to wear."

That's us, some of us.

"What should I wear?" I grabbed a denim top and a simple statement tee out of my closet.

It looked like I have already put every clothes of mine out of my closet. And I still have nothing to wear.

I have never been this picky, what happened to me?

So after spending hours in picking what to wear, I ended up with 'still nothing to wear'.

I heaved a sigh, "We'll do this again after class."

-

"Oh, hey!" Lay snapped me.

I was surprised, what did I miss?

"Your thoughts seem to be deep. Something's bothering you again?" He asked.

Actually, there was none. My mind was just wandering in nowhere while my body is physically present.

"Nothing. I'm sorry to bother you too." I told him, shyly.

He sent me a little piece of paper. It was a note, his answers.