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❝Yᴀʜ. Aʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ 333 ᴡᴀʏs ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴋɪᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ Wᴀʟᴍᴀʀᴛ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ?❞

               "Uh huh," I replied nonchalantly, not really much looking at Sulli since she was uninteresting unlike this book. Oh boy. I feel grateful for the genius who made this sh*t, it was the bomb. I couldn't even put it down. I made it my lifetime goal to complete these 333 thrilling tasks; okay maybe not in Walmart since they couldn't be found here in Seoul but I could just do this in any given place at any given time.

               Sulli remarked that I was being stupid which I replied with I couldn't care less and if she can go and find someone else to annoy, then life would be better. I will live my life as I want it to be. Who cares anyway? Care bears? Yeah right. 

               I took hold of the pen resting above my right ear then striking a line through several numbers on the pages, which signifies the ones that I've already accomplished. That's 20/333. I was about to choose my next task but the book got snatched away from my grasps. I sighed, looking up at Sulli's pouting face, "What??"

               "Break time's over, Hayeon-ah."

               "So?" I said, jerking the book back from her, "then go to class. Stop pestering me."

~~ ♡ ~~

               "Hey you," I abruptly pulled some kid by the shoulder, "have you seen Choi?"

               "N-no, I-she.." the kid couldn't even speak a single word 'cause he was stuttering so much. I don't have much patience for this.

               I grabbed him by the collar, "Yah. Pull your wits together!" My loud voice caught several attention, they paused to what they were doing and turned in our direction, probably expecting a fight.

               "You know violence isn't always the answer," says by a smooth, calm but annoying voice from behind. Taemin. I snorted, "Says the guy who's always in the dean's office for punching someone's face."

               "Yeah well, it's in a guy's nature."

               "No, it's in your nature, idiot." I turned, releasing the boy's collar which he immediately took as a chance to escape. I sighed. Useless brat.

               "What brings you here, Taemin?" I asked.

               Taemin smirked, leaning his body against the wall, "What, no 'hi Taemin, it's so nice to see you' or 'hi Taemin, I missed you'?"

               I crossed my arms, "Cut the bull Taemin, will you? Don't have time for this." Taemin raised his hand in a surrender manner, chuckling, "Relax. I can go to school, can't I?"

               I rolled my eyes, "Whatever. You're full of crap anyway." I started walking away but halfway through, Taemin hollered, "I'm here to look out for someone, okay?" I didn't bother to stop or turn around, I just proceeded on walking until I reached my English class, which I was late to.

              Everyone's head turned when I entered the back door, even our professor stopped himself from talking. Mr. Meade blinked, crossing his arms as I sat down on my usual seat. "Very nice of you to join us, Miss Hayeon," he said, his voice full of sarcasm.

               I shrugged, "Yes nice." Jeez, I was only late for a few minutes but he looked at me like I just killed five people, when I actually killed nineteen. Funny me. I took a sit on my usual chair, and pretended to be a diligent student; I just wished this boring class to be over. I put my head down over the desk to avoid my professor's glares.

               "Hayeon-ah.. Hayeon.. Hayeon!!" I awoke from someone's low but sharp call. "Hmm?" I murmured in response, twitching in my sides. I lifted my head and discreetly wiped the drool from my mouth. I glanced around if anyone had noticed. Most of the class seemed oblivious which was good.

               "Miss Hayeon," Mr. Meade cleared his throat so I would look up to him. "Sorry to disturb your sleep."

               I shrugged, "It's okay."

               "Miss Hayeon, why don't you go down to the dean's office?" Mr. Meade suggested, and I groaned. Back to that office again? So not my day. "You came in late and you still had the nerve to sleep in my class?!"

               "I am awake now," I tried reasoning. 

               "Miss Hayeon, now." Mr. Meade pointed to the door, I stood up from my chair and headed out. No way I'm going back to the dean's office, 'cause I feel so lazy to walk. I leaned in one of the lockers and slid down on the floor.

               "Don't tell me you're planning to sleep there?" A voice came from upfront followed by a soft chuckle.

               I looked up and saw Donghae grinning sheepishly.  I rolled my eyes, stood up and brushing dirts of my pants then turned my attention back to him, "Outsiders aren't allowed inside the campus, and I assumed you already know that Lee." 

               Donghae's eyes glinted, smirking, "Oh, so we're on last name basis now? ."

               What.

               "Well, would you rather go to the dean's office then?" I said.

               "I'd rather take you somewhere private," he breathe out huskily. I rolled by eyes. Can't believe I'm wasting my precious time over this guy. "Stop seducing me. It won't work."

               "Are you daring me, baby?" 

               "Don't call me baby."

               "Okay.. Babes then." He laughed, his voice echoing through the corridors. But since all classrooms were sound proof from the outside, not a single soul would hear him. For God's sake, I've had enough for one day.

               I frowned. Donghae playfully nudged my arm, "I'm kidding!" Obviously. No one could take this guy seriously, he was like a walking testosterone post. I smiled. I didn't know I've learnt something from that General Psychology class.  

               "Why are you smiling.." he paused, a creepy grin appearing on his face. "You're picturing me , aren't you?"

               See? A walking testosterone post. Still doubting me?