Why . . .
Nose flaring, Deiji sat there with a glum expression.
Why does the sun keep rising?
Early bird ditties emitted through the shut curtains. She had a habit of sleeping with the windows slightly open. The duskily noises of the mobile cars and calming breeze helped her fall into a peaceful slumber.
As her mind drifted towards the warmth of her pillow, she heard her blaring alarm clock begin to break free.
Features dropping, they naturally fell into an aggravating expression. Scrunched up nose and gravelling jaw that let out a nasty snarl. One where you are controlling yourself from cursing and punching the wall. A few seconds fast before she relaxed her features back into a dismal one. Whining, Deiji kicked the duvet and dropped herself onto her comfy pillow exasperated.
What is the point of setting the alarm if I am going to wake up before it goes off. And I can't be asked to shut it off. But if I don't, it's going to keep on ringing and ringing and ringing. Just thinking about the whole scenario is tiring
Groaning out loudly, Deiji shut her eyes and lethargically flung her arm to the alarm. Shockingly it was unlike her usual days where luck is never on her side. But when it toppled off the desk, it shut up and for a brief moment her mind smiled though it did not show on her lips. However, it instantly fell apart as she dozed off again.
I hate mornings
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Nothing is more dangerous then closing your eyes for that extra minute of sleep
You will not be able to control yourself from falling into a deep sleep instead of a short nap. And as much as you want to regret it, sometimes you're unable to. And that was the state she was in right now. She enjoyed those extra minutes, therefore she didn't hate the fact that she was late.
Nonetheless, Deiji was stressed out. Stumbling down the stairs she quickly slipped her feet that wore the mismatched socks into her shoes. Tucking the laces inside her shoe, she left the house in a hurry.
With a quick text to a friend, the teenage girl glided down the concrete road on her skateboard. The fresh morning sunlight was clouded away by the polluted air. Multitasking, she dug her hand into her blazer pocket in hope to find her mask. Unfortunate to her, she was unable to.
Grimacing, she groaned and ran her palm through her dishevelled, dyed hair. The colour was unnoticeable. Most people would believe that her hair is virgin black until they get closer. That was because it was black, however, there was a slight hint of dark red subtly seen if you concentrate closely. Initially, Deiji was planning to go for purple, but she knew that school rules do not conduct this sort of behaviour.
Fastening her pace, she stretched her neck up to peek over the upcoming bush to her left. The bus stop is right behind it and to her misery, the bus was moving off the stop. Orbs widening, she anxiously moved ahead.
Maybe it was due to her maniac movements of her arms because somehow, the driver actually stopped midway. With a beaming smile, Deiji jumped into the bus and tapped her card onto the ticket machine. "Thank you" she breathlessly exhaled before heading over to the empty seat beside him.
Plopping down, the girl noticed his amused smirk. Not liking it, she reflexively elbowed him in the stomach causing his body to fall front with his arms protecting the area. Lips fell into a scowl that released an agonising grunt.
"Suck it up. It barely hurt" ruffling her hair, Deiji placed her skateboard in front of her legs and bag on top of her lap. Scoffing, Sungchan clicked his tongue. "Like to see you say that after I do the same." he muttered under his breath.
Rolling her eyes, she proceeded to sort out her skirt in order to sit down comfortably. Eyeing her up and down, he tilted his head and hummed lightly. "Where's your tie?" he questioned noticing how one part of her school uniform was replaced with a pair of headphones that hung around her neck.
"In my bag" she retorted simply before getting to the point. "I messaged you to hold up the bus for me. But you didn't" she began to interrogate. Clearly defensive, he firmed his posture and shook his head in denial.
"I held him up for like 2 minutes but he began to get fed up. And a lot of the passengers were getting annoyed" he griped quietly before turning his head a little back to see the middle aged lady still glaring at him with fuming eyes. She looked like she was on the verge of wanting to dissemble his head off his body.
Sighing, Sungchan snapped his sight back in front. "He told me to get off if I couldn't find my ticket. But as soon as I sat down I saw you and stopped him" shaking his shoulders in his seat he huffed out some air. "You owe me," he pointed a finger to her strenuously. Afterall, he went through so much. The voices of the complaints that he heard minutes ago from the other passengers still rang in his ears like a hungry siren.
He began to wonder whether to even get this bus ever again out of embarrassment. Staring at his side profile, Deiji lifted her hand up and stroked his ear lob softly as a thank you. She knew that he liked it when she did that.
Drifting her sight of off him she placed on the headphones on and scrolled through her playlist. Bopping her head, she tapped her foot on beat, vibing with the tunes. She was in her own world, unaware of the school boy beside her.
The mere gesture of her stroking his ear sent a tingling sensation to elevate through his nerves at an abnormal rate. Snapping his sight away from her he stared out the window as one palm covered his mouth.
Sungchans heart was pounding uncontrollably.
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"And then my dad came home with a bouquet of flowers to apologise to my mum. But the funny thing is, she wasn't even mad to begin with. She was bluffing. She just told him to make sure to not let her do everything herself and help out more next time. Afterall, it's difficult to bring up a child by your own - are you listening?" Sungchan cocked a brow to find her balancing her pen on top of her lip. Her eyes were glued to the biro with glee dancing in her eyes. "Deiji," he called out in a questioning manner.
Glancing upwards, she connected her orbs to his and the pen instantly dropped. "Ahh it fell" she clicked her tongue and began to play around with it along her slender fingers. However, Sungchan wasn't fooled by her act.
Falling serious, he sighed and placed his sandwich down. Folding his arms across his chest, the boy leaned his back onto the seat that sat in front of her desk. "I can see through you" he blatantly stated. Silently staring at him, Deiji tightened her jaw and shrugged her shoulders.
"I'm fine" she lied whist looking outside the classroom window
With a knowing smile he tilted his head. "I never asked nor did I mention what I was talking about" shutting her orbs she pressed her lips together realising how she had been caught. Exhaling, Deiji looked back at him and sent an apologetic gaze.
"I didn't mean to make this all about me again" she couldn't help it. Every time someone mentions their father she couldn't help but feel lost and hopeless. Naturally she attempts to divert her thoughts elsewhere and not pay attention to them. That was exactly what she was doing with him. It was a coping mechanism, to make her feel better about her sorrow.
However, she did not realise how contrite her best friend felt. The problem is that he cannot pretend to understand how she feels. Afterall, he has a father. All he can do is give her his presence and assurance that she is not alone and has someone to turn to when she is upset.
This is the issue with understanding people. You never know how or what someone is feeling. Even if you had gone through the same experience. Different people react in a different way to certain events and memories. That was why he unknowingly speaks about his father forgetting that it might affect her.
She doesn't say anything, so naturally, people believe that she is fine with the topic. However, deep down, she is not yet showcasing the real persona covered with a façade that shields what her heart truly wants to express.
There are times where Deiji listens to Sungchan with no issue with this conversation. However, there are days that she is unable to control her real emotions as it hits too hard. Those times, it is shown through her character.
And right now, was a perfect example. He knows that something about this topic is bothering her today