Wrong Number

Chapter Four

Songkang may not have a lot of friends like Eunwoo but he did collect almost all the juniors in this high school. Can't deny he did look good, but his aura is intimidating for me to approach and become a peer with him.

"Okay, so we finally have your result with me and I have to say I'm pretty much disappointed in this performance" She started off with a straight bang, slapping the students as hard as she could with her words. The whole class that was silent earlier became more muted, too mute that it hurts my ears.

"There's 3 people who failed this test and the highest mark is only A-, what are you guys doing in my class? Is Korean Literature that hard?" Silent, nobody dared to answer anything.

Mrs Kim's heated eyes hunt around the class, examining the students' facial expressions that are filled with guilt and fright. A soft air escapes her mouth afterwards, "Fine, I know it's really tough for everyone and I know there's still time for you all to improve yourself before you sit for your final SAT, you know that this subject is compulsory for university enrolment right?"

Slowly, the class built up courage to answer. "Yes Miss."

"We'll be doing extra classes every Friday night so you all have to stay in the school until 10 PM on Friday." She paused, expecting groans from the students but to her surprise, they all willingly uncrossed their arms in agreement. "Every 2 weeks, I'll create a mini quiz to see your improvement. Those who don't improve, you will have another session with me personally on Wednesday night. I don't take no from anyone."

"But what if we have a night extra class on Wednesday, Miss?" Short girl questions. "Then, improve your Korean Literature then only you won't have to have a private session with me."

After the whole nagging session by Mrs Kim, it is time for the distribution of our test paper. Maybe it is something that everyone had expected, I got the highest mark. It's not my highest mark in history but it is the highest in the class. Whistles and claps echoed in the class, compared to the silence they had before, astonishingly they still have the nerve to do these kinds of things.

I am moved, my classmates, they are very supportive. All of us may not excel in everything like those in the first class--we're second-- but we have something we are good at. For instance, Wooshik--the guy that everyone finds annoying because he's loud--may not be good in academics, but he is good in sport. Just like Kai, he was an international student so English is his forte but not Chemistry.

"Congrats Nami, but you have to know you need to improve your Mathematics right?" Mrs Kim muttered closely to my ears as she handed me the paper. I knew it, our mathematics teacher is her boyfriend--not everyone knows, only a few seniors did-- so they probably talked about their students' marks.

"Yeah miss, I'll try to fix my grade on that."

As I went back to my seat, Byul flashes a kissy face and a wink at me. "We should go and celebrate with tteokbokki after this" She buzzed enthusiastically .

"I'll announce the lowest mark in this class, it is Songkang." The whole class went silent. They probably wouldn't want to make a noise that triggers his failure right?

The chair scratching indicates he's walking to get his paper personally from the teacher. Every step he took left no room for him to look discouraged by what just happened. He looks collected and calm, as if he is not bothered at all and that obtained attention from his classmates.

The moment he brought himself past my seat, the smell of his unisex musky cologne tickled my nose. It has this earthy blend with the hint of coconut and vanilla.

My eyes pinned on his back before someone tapped my shoulder. "He's Eunwoo's cousin, your crush cousin."

I turn my head towards Chaerin, She gawks at Songkang's back as well. "Yeah, I just found out about it yesterday. Damn, he's from the states, how can the teacher expect him to just excel on his first Korean test?"