"Hey! Make it fast!" I demanded.
The day has come. It's already our first day of school. I don't want to be late but this guy will be the reason why I'll not be as early today.
"Wait a minute. I'm about to finish," It was obvious that he was in a hurry because he made his actions faster.
He's really like that. I am always the first one to finish getting ready for school and I'm used to it. I've known him for some time now. We've been friends since last school year. When we became friends and I knew that he just live near our house, we started going to school together.
"I'm done with you, Yeonjun," I crossed my arms.
"Chill!" He said. He always say that. It's because I have a short temper and I'm moody. I don't even smile or laugh that much. I wonder how he puts up with my attitude.
Yeonjun was finally finished so we already went to school.
"We're classmates again." Yeonjun said.
"Yeah," I nodded.
We both entered our classroom. Some of the students were our classmates last year and some are new--probably they came from the other section or they're transferees.
After a few moments, a teacher arrived.
"Good morning class!" She greeted. She introduced herself as our adviser. She also discussed about the class rules. "For today, you'll be having a seating arrangement."
Damn that seating arrangement! I just hope I'll sit next to Yeonjun. He's the only one I'm close to and besides, no one can even last as my friend except him.
I was assigned to the seat beside the one that's near the window. Argh, I wanted that seat the most!
Disappointed, I went to my seat and let out a heavy sigh. But then, the guy sitting beside me tapped me on my shoulder.
"Are you okay?" He asked, his eyes were filled with concern.
Did he just ask me... if I'm okay? In the past years, no one really attempted to ask me such question. My presence itself intimidated them.
"What do you think?" I raised my brow.
"I guess you're not okay." He truthfully said.
Some of our classmates noticed that I talked with this guy so they started whispering with each other. It's really rare for me to talk to someone.
"Is there something on my face?" The guy asked again.
Does he really not know me? He speaks casually with me and it makes me uncomfortable. Maybe he's a transferee.
