Chapter 63
He regarded me with an inquisitive gaze, his eyes gleaming with fascination. "What's with the sudden change of heart?" he asked, his voice rich and melodious. "Did your friend convince you?"
I laughed nervously, feeling a flutter in my chest. "Actually, I simply made the decision myself," I said, trying to downplay the situation.
He raised an eyebrow, his expression piqued with interest. "I wouldn't have pegged you as someone who makes impulsive decisions," he said, his tone laced with intrigue.
I shrugged, feeling a bit self-conscious under his intense scrutiny. "Well, a rift developed between my friend and me," I said, trying to brush off the details. "Our friendship has come to an end,I'm afraid."
A low, throaty chuckle escaped his lips, and his eyes crinkled at the corners. "Fascinating," he said, his voice dripping with curiosity.
I glanced at him, feeling a sense of urgency wash over me. "May I come in now?" I asked, trying to keep my tone light. "The teacher has summoned the students for dinner, and I'm surprised you're still here."
He ignored me but opened the door wider for me to enter.
I stepped into the room, the soft click of the door behind me echoing in the silence.
My heart thrummed in my chest, a beat that seemed to synchronize with the flutter in my stomach,the air was heavy with unspoken words, and I felt like a leaf caught in the gentle yet unyielding current of his presence.
As he closed the door, the sound seemed to amplify my anxiety, and I turned to him with a question that hung on my lip."Are you locking the door?" I asked, my voice barely audible, a mere whisper that seemed to tremble with anticipation.
He turned to me, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made my breath hitch. A hint of amusement danced in their depths. "I'm not gonna eat you" he said, his voice low and soothing. "So stop getting all worked up for nothing."
The dim light of the room enveloped him as he sank onto the bed,I stood frozen, a statue of uncertainty, my mind a jumble of unanswered questions. The distant hum of the teacher's voice drifted in, a melodic call to dinner that seemed to emanate from another world. "All students, come out for dinner!" The words hung in the air, a gentle summons that only seemed to intensify the silence between us.
He barely acknowledged the interruption, his gaze locked onto the laptop screen as his fingers danced across the keyboard with a life of their own. The soft clatter of keys was the only sound that broke the stillness, a symphony that seemed to underscore my growing unease.
I shifted my weight, feeling the weight of awkwardness settle upon me like a shroud. It wasn't until he looked up, his eyes meeting mine, that the silence was broken. "At least drop your bag or something," he said
I hastened to comply, the bag slipping from my shoulder to the chair nearby with a soft thud. The sound seemed to break the spell, and I felt a flutter of relief as I straightened up. "I'm going out for dinner," I said, trying to inject a note of casualness into my voice, to pretend that the moment hadn't felt like an eternity.
I stepped out into the evening air, the fading light of day doing little to calm the turmoil brewing inside me. Nervous didn't even begin to describe it – my mind was a jumble of emotions, each one tangled in a web of uncertainty. It was almost laughable, really. I could talk to him with a calm, almost cold exterior, sometimes, other times my composure would shatter. It was as if I had two personas: the confident one that could exchange words with him without batting an eyelid, and the nervous wreck that trembled beneath the surface.
I couldn't deny it – being around him made me feel like I was walking on thin ice, never knowing when I'd slip up or say something wrong. It was a strange, maddening sensation, And yet, despite the nerves, I couldn't help but feel drawn to him, like a moth to a flame. It was crazy, I knew that much. But what could I do? The more I tried to understand myself around him, the more I seemed to lose my footing.
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The air was thick with tension as Na yeon and Chuchu stood facing each other, their eyes locked in a fierce stare. The earlier fight had left its mark on both of them, with bruises and scratches marring their faces. Na yeon's anger still simmered just below the surface, fueled by Chuchu's provocations.
Without a word, Na yeon reached out and snatched Chuchu's phone from her pocket. Chuchu's eyes widened in outrage as Na yeon held the device aloft, taunting her. In a fit of rage, Chuchu lunged at Na yeon, but in the chaos, na yeon stumbled and stepped on the phone, crushing it beneath her foot.
The sound of shattering glass seemed to ignite a spark within both girls. Another round of fighting erupted, with punches thrown and shouts echoing through the natured camp. Just as it seemed like things would spiral out of control, a firm voice intervened since the door was opened.
"Enough!" The teacher's authoritative tone cut through the din, and both girls froze, panting and glaring at each other. "What's going on here?" she demanded, her eyes scanning the scene before her.
The tension between Na Yeon and Chuchu was palpable as they stood before the teacher, their faces still flushed from their earlier altercation. Na Yeon's voice erupted in a fiery torrent of indignation, her words tumbling forth like a pent-up storm. " She recklessly threw my phone out the window, and now it's irretrievably lost! I'm still reeling from the shock of it all."
The teacher's gaze shifted to Chuchu, her expression a nuanced blend of expectation and disappointment. "Chuchu, what possessed you to engage in such reckless behavior?" she asked, her voice measured yet laced with a hint of dismay.
Na Yeon's tone turned venomous, her words dripping with accusation. "It's glaringly obvious she's consumed by jealously.. She's been seething with resentment towards me for quite some time now." The teacher's eyes never left Chuchu's face, her silence speaking volumes.
Chuchu, however, remained mute, her eyes cast downward, her shoulders slumped in defeat. The teacher finally broke the silence, her voice firm yet controlled. "Alright, let's resolve this matter when we arrive at school. Chuchu, you'll take responsibility for replacing Na Yeon's phone."
Chuchu's face contorted in protest, but the teacher swiftly interjected, her words brooking no argument. "The principal will mediate this dispute and determine the best course of action. Chuchu, please accompany me and pair up with someone else for now."
Chuchu hesitated, her voice laced with reluctance. "But ma'am, I refuse to leave..she should go, i will—" The teacher's expression turned firm, her eyes flashing with a warning. "I've made my decision, Chuchu. Please comply without further ado."
As Chuchu reluctantly followed the teacher, after carrying her bags.. As Chuchu walked away, she cast a piercing glance over her shoulder, her eyes locking onto Na Yeon's. The look she gave was a potent mixture of anger and determination, a silent message that seemed to say, "This isn't over." Na Yeon's expression remained unreadable, but the tension between them was palpable, a living, breathing entity that seemed to pulse with its own rhythm.