Chapter 3 – The Pasta

 

On the next day...

 

Lunch time

 

“I’ll just get something from my locker Bom.” I told her before she went inside the comfort room.

“Oh. Pass your app form to the office. You’re beyond the deadline Dara!” She reminded.

 

Tss. Look who’s talking. She just passed her snatched-away-form this morning eh.

 

 

 

0 2 1 4...

 

TADAAA!! My locker is now open. B)

 

 

Isnt it great?? :P

 

 

Waiiiit.

 

 

 

ASDFGHJKL!!!

 

 

 

 

Wait...

 

 

 

 

ASDFGHJKL!!!

 

 

 

 

My locker is super clean! :O WHOA.

 

Wait.

 

Is this even my locker??

 

 

I immediately close it and check the number.

 

 

“Hmm.. Well, this is the right one.” Pabo. You open it with your combination Dara eh -.-

 

 

But why is it clean??

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Here.” I heard a voice coming from my back.

 

When I turn to face the voice, it was Kwon Jiyong - holding my books and notebooks.

 

Ahh.. right right. My homeworks.

 

I immediately grabbed it.

 

“Ahh...”

“Ahh... What?” He asked. “If you want, you can check my answers if its correct. But I doubt that you can check the answers on your own anyway.” He said eyeing me.

 

WHAT THE..

 

THIS ---

 

“I also cleaned your locker. Its really messy and dirty, it looks like some creatures is already living inside. Tch. Its like my little brother’s locker--”

“Whatever.” I said as I roll my eyes. “Oh before I forgot--” I suddenly remember the form and hand it to him.

 

“I forgot to pass this to you this morning---”

“This is already late Park.” He said not accepting my form.

 

Park? So he knows me huh.

 

“Well, its your fault. You gave the form late.” I muttered.

“I gave it to you yesterday---”

“Tch. Sooo talkative. Just get this. You’re gonna accept this anyway.” I told him and turned around to my locker to leave some of my previous subjects’ books.

 

“Yah! Where’s the exchange for the homework Park?” He asked.

 

Oh. I almost forgot. I should be helping this pitiful guy to win the VP girl. Tss.

 

What kind of guy is he. He doesn’t know any moves at all..

 

 

Is he even a guy at all?

 

 

“1 stem of rose and a short note.” I said without facing him.

 

HAHAHA. That’s the overuse move I know.

 

“Huh?” Even though I’m not facing him, I could totally imagine that strange-confused look on his face.

 

CHINCHA.

How can this guy be in the first section? He doesn’t know a thing or two.

 

Wait. Maybe he's gay?

 

“Buy 1 stem of rose – the biggest size. Then, add a simple note. Leave it to her locker.” I explained word per word.

“Ahh...” He said as he get my form.

 

Tss slowsport.

 

“Don’t write a novel okay? JUST A NOTE. The shorter the better.” I added.

“Huh? Ehh... What should I put in there?” He asked totally clueless.

“Tss. Anything. Seriously? Do I even have to explain this to you?”

 

Tsktsk I didn’t know he’s this hopeless.

 

“Anything about your feelings. Just don’t be too mushy okay?– that’s too corny. She might just throw it to your face.”

“AH! Like... I won’t give up on you?” He quoted.

 

 

SERIOUSLY??

 

I.cant.even.Omigod--- Excuse me, I'll just throw up.

 

 

“Tsss. Yeah yeah. That would do.” Ewww. This guy... Really.

 

“Oh, Gotta go. Bom is waiting for me---”

“Here.” He said then suddenly throw some paper bag at me.

 

Phew. Good thing I was able to catch it.

 

“What is this?”

“Ah... Eh... Lets just say... A token. Right! A token. That’s my Mom specialty. I was thinking about last night... Uh... If youre gonna give a senseful advice... uh.. so I thought to give you a token of appreciation. Well, I kinda like your suggestion.. soo---”

“Token of Appreciation? What am I? A Panel to your thesis?” Hahaha. Seriously? A Token?

“Don’t you want it?--” He glared and was about to grab the paper bag but I immediately hand it away.

“Did I said that?”

 

Well this is still a token. I can’t reject anything inside a paperbag. HAHAHA.

 

“Anyway, goodluck to you! 1 stem of rose & a SHORT NOTE!”

 

~*~

 

Cafeteria

 

“Dara! Shoot! I just remember, we have homework in Calculus. Tsk. I just have my Physics’ I totally forgot to answer Calculus--” Bom explained like she’s not breathing any longer

 

That’s why even before she finished I hastily threw my notebook with Kwon Jiyong’s answer.

 

“What is this?” She asked - looking really shocked.

“Homework.” I said while sipping to my chocolate milk – Chuckie!

 

Nomnomnom.

 

“You have a homework?? Are you serious?” She asked in disbelief.

“Tss. If you don't want just give it back--” I said and grabbed the notebook but just before I got a hold of it she hand it in the air.

“Hul. Let me take a look to your homework.”

 

Then I suddenly remember Kwon Jiyong’s paperbag - I immediately open it.

 

Inside is a plastic container with a spork outside.

 

“Food?” This is the token he’s talking about? Tss. I didn’t know its just a food.

 

I open the container which has...

 

Spaghetti.. pasta-ish lol.

 

Good thing I didn’t bought a food. Nomnomnom~

 

“This smells yummy!” I said as I looked at Bom, but she’s busy copying my homework. Well..

 

 

‘That’s my Mom’s specialty.’ I remembered.

 

 

THIS IS ALL MINE.

 

This looks really tasty & delicious.

 

Twirl it... and...

 

NOM.

 

Hmm.. I’m correct, this does taste delicious...

 

 

Nomnomnom---

 

 

 

 

Nomnomnom---

 

 

 

Nomnomnom---

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

FU CK.

 

 

 

 

 

“Bom...” I called her.

“What is it?” She asked without looking at me – still busy copying my homework.

 

 

 

Helpless.

 

I immediately stood up.

 

 

 

 

 

FU CK

 

 

 

 

I can’t breathe.