Home Gallery Wattpad Upvote monsteracademy   "To put it clearly, I'm going to a school filled with monsters?" TWELVE Special Seatmate “Mmmm...ramen...,” you muttered half-awake as you hugged Totoro tighter. The familiar chirping of the birds outside let you know that it was already morning. You reached for your glasses at the bedside drawer and squinted at the time. OH CRAP! It was less than twenty minutes before your first class starts. You have forgotten to set your alarm on. You jolted upright, tossing Totoro and your blanket away. You found a small note beside your alarm clock. Joo Ri-yah,

I need to go to the library to finish my homework so I’m going first. See you at lunch!

- Ji Min   You made a dash for the bathroom but collapsed halfway on the floor. Your leg muscles were hurting from all the running you did during the love event yesterday. “Stupid event,” you muterred. You pulled yourself back up and limped to the bathroom, but limped right back to your bed again to pick Totoro and your blanket up. You dropped them in a messy pile on top of your bed. You did your early morning rituals in a rush and made a dash for the door. You have already locked it when you remembered that your limiter was still on your drawer. You fumbled for your keys again and opened the door in a panic but dropped your keys instead. “Ugh! Stupid keys!” You quickly picked it up and unlocked the door. You hurried to get your limiter and locked the door right after. You were about to run off but you heard a tearing sound near your waste. You looked back to see a part of your skirt getting stuck on the door. “Oh for goodness’ sake!” You unlocked the door again and pulled your skirt free. You closed it back with a bang. “Stupid door!” You half-run, half-limped towards the school, not caring about breakfast anymore. You groaned in agony as you started ascending the two flights of stairs leading to the second floor. Your legs felt like jelly and seemed like their strength was about to give in with every step. “Ugh! Where are elevators when you need them?” You muttered. You successfully clambered your way to the second floor and dragged yourself in the hallway on the way to your classroom. “Hey, your bag is open!” A student who was passing by told you. You checked on your backpack and the zipper was indeed wide open. “Oh, stupid bag.” You were about to close it when a strong impact sent your poor knees tumbling to the floor. “Don’t block the way!” The girl who bumped you yelled and just continued on her way without even helping you up. “What the – I was in the corner all along. Aish!” You murmured in agitation, though you were not brave enough to say it out loud. You dusted yourself off and started picking up the contents of your bag which had now littered across the hallway. You just shoved everything into your bag without even bothering to organize them. You bent down to pick another notebook but you bumped your head into someone else’s. “Ow!” You muttered as you massaged your forehead. “Sorry! I was going to help you pick it up.” “Lay!” You exclaimed. He was smiling at you while also caressing his forehead. He picked the notebook up and handed it to you. “Here.” “Thanks,” you murmured. Your stomach was fluttering with butterflies. “Lay-hyung, I was looking for you,” Baekhyun came out from one of the classrooms. “Baekhyun-ah. I’m helping her for a while,” Lay told him. “Oh, hi. Song Joo Ri right?” Baekhyun said when he saw you. “Hi,” you greeted back. “Oh! Thanks for your help yesterday.” “No problem. Sorry about Chanyeol. He usually acts before he thinks. I always need to keep an eye on him,” he replied. “It’s okay. I’m kinda getting used to it. He sits behind me after all.” “Oh, you belong to the same class,” Lay asked, though it was more of a statement rather than a question. “Yeah,” you answered and went back to picking up your things. “What happened here?” Baekhyun asked as though he had just noticed the dilemma you are in. “I just had a little accident,” you answered. Baekhyun decided to also help you and Lay. “Ugh,” you muttered as you tried to shove a notebook into your bag. Your bag was cramped from the jumble of things you carelessly pushed inside. “Aish! This stupid bag!” You were about to pour out the contents again to organize them but Lay interrupted you. “You’re going to be late. Just do that later. We’ll help you carry some of your other things to your classroom,” Lay offered. “But classes are almost starting. Is that okay?” “It’s fine. I have to give something to Chanyeol anyway,” Baekhyun answered. “Can you wait a second while I get it? “Okay, thanks,” you said. Baekhyun dashed inside their classroom and came back out with a few sheets of paper placed on top of your things. The three of you headed to your classroom. Some of your female classmates were looking at Lay and Baekhyun from the classroom windows. You could hear some of them squeal even before you reached your classroom. You finally reached the door and you turned around to thank them. “Thanks. I’ll go call Chanyeol,” you told them as held your hands out for your things. “No, we’ll help you carry these to your desk. You can’t carry everything on your own anyway,” Lay told you. “Err…okay,” you hesitated before finally going in with them trailing behind you. Your classmates looked at the three of you in interest. You could feel the heated stares the girls were throwing at you as you headed to your desk. “Where’s your seat?” Lay asked. “Over there,” you said, pointing at your seat. “Good morning Joo Ri – hyungs!” Sehun exclaimed when he saw the two behind you. “What are you doing here?” Chanyeol asked them. “We’re helping her,” Lay answered as he and Baekhyun placed your stuff on top of your desk. “Here. You forgot your homework,” Baekhyun said as he handed Chanyeol his homework. “Woah! Thanks Beakhyun-ah.” “I stayed up all night to finish that but you just left it at the dorms! You’re such an airhead,” Baekhyun told him. “Ssshh! My classmates will hear you, idiot,” Chanyeol hissed. “Mweo?! Did you just call me an idiot?! Give that back you ungrateful bastard!” Baekhyun yelled as he reached for the papers