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The bell for dismissal ringed at exactly 3 pm. I stood up to fix my bag, forcing all the notebooks to fit inside the cramped space. Honestly I could care less whether or not they fall. I just need to go home right now without much to worry about. Jongin practically dispersed like smoke the moment the teacher left. Not that I wanted to walk with him anyway.

The teenagers going home inside the bus seemed too annoying for me. I couldn’t stand being in the same place as them, listening to all their petty chatters and cheeky laughter. Plus I’m a cheap bastard so I think I’m not going to spend my money on this one. Taking the train with Baekhyun doesn’t sound good either. He’ll probably rant every annoying thing that happened today.

Kyungsoo doesn’t seem like a good choice. It feels like I’m talking to air whenever I’m with him, the petite, owl-eyed boy likes to keep his eyes glued on his book after all. I huff after a few minutes of thinking, tossing my bag over my shoulder as I settled for walking home instead.

Goddammit, since when did going home become this hard?
I swear my mother purposely does this for “friend-making”.

The people coming outside practically look like sardines, taking up every single, cramped space in the hallways. I scrunch my nose in disgust; thinking of all the sweat exchanged while I’m being tossed back and forth in the crowd. I made a turn for the back door instead.

I’m not going inside there.
That is Sparta.

The sound of a female’s voice echoed in my ears as soon as I approach the more vacant space of the school. I raised an eyebrow at this, surprised. As far as I can remember, I’m the only student who knows about this place. I inwardly pouted, thinking that this is no longer a secret anymore.

Another voice is heard, this time, from a guy. I couldn’t help but eavesdrop, this is my territory after all, and I can’t just barge in like a lunatic while attempting to jump outside the window.

No, just no.
Who knows? Maybe they’re confessing or hooking up or something.

“I…I like you!”

“I…I’m sorry but I can’t…be your girlfriend.”

An annoyed grunt unconsciously comes out from my mouth. I was never a fan of romance. While girls my age swooned about their beloved oppas, I was busy dreaming about my favorite pair of sneakers and playing basketball. Minhyun, my younger brother, teases me sometimes about it. Although that only ends up with a familiar ball mark on his face a good 10 minutes later.

Although I didn’t know that they heard me. As soon as they began whispering about