Notice Me

I stared at my Organic and Biochemistry book and sighed; I don’t understand any of it. Another sigh escaped my lips as I focused on the page that I was currently staring at; reaching out to my coffee cup, I took another sip of my black coffee and scrunched my nose. Why did I buy black coffee? It’s disgusting; I don’t understand how other people can tolerate this kind of drink. Okay, focus MiYoung. Just focus. You have a test in a couple hours and you need to focus.

Amines react with acid chlorides or acid anhydrides to form amides. The characteristic functional group of amides is a carbonyl group attached to nitrogen. The single bond linking the carbonyl carbon and nitrogen atoms in the group is called an amide linkage.

Okay, what did I just read? “So what does this mean?” I asked myself as I stared at the illustrations at the bottom of the page. Amides may be though of as containing an ammonia or amine portion and a portion derived from a carboxylic acid. Again, what?? A groan escaped my lips as I hit my head on the table; I winced in pain and heard someone chuckle. Huh? Someone’s here? I slowly looked up and froze as soon as I saw him. “Uhm, hi.” He said and I smiled a bit. “Y-yeah?” I stuttered and mentally slapped myself; why did you just stutter, MiYoung?! “Is anyone sitting here?” He asked as he pointed at the empty chair across from mine. I shook my head and he smiled. “Can I sit with you?” He asked. “S-sure.” I stuttered again. He gave me a quick nod and sat down; he placed his bag on the carpeted floor and took out his books. Sneakily, I looked at his books and tilted my head to the side; composition books? He’s a musician? I glanced at his bag and saw a camera bag; photography? Music and photography? That’s cool. I don’t remember seeing him carry a camera bag before. No, I am not a stalker! I just happen to see him everywhere; definitely not a stalker. I stared at my book and tried to concentrate but to my dismay, I failed. A sigh escaped my lips as I rubbed my temples; I was arguing with myself and I should’ve known better than do that. I always get headaches after. “Are you okay?” I heard his deep, angelic voice. I glanced up at him and nodded. “Yeah, I’m fine.” I said with a smile and continued to read. I probably look really stupid right now.

I stretched my arms and yawned; my eyes fell on him as he stared at me and laughed. My eyes grew bigger and immediately covered my mouth. Ugh! Why did I just do that?? “S-sorry.” I stuttered again and he shook his head. “It’s fine.” He said with a smile. I glanced around the library and noticed that there were empty tables; why did he choose to sit with me? He never sits with me. Usually, he sits on the table located at the very corner of the library, near the gigantic glass window. I remember seeing him just stare outside with his left elbow resting on the table and his chin resting on his palm. Again, I am not a stalker! I sighed again and puffed my cheeks; please don’t ask me if I’m ok— “Are you sure you’re okay?” He asked again; I looked up and saw his eyes. Although his features were sharp like a fox, his eyes were gentle. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just tired. Besides, this book is giving me a headache.” I said as I pouted and folded my arms in front of my chest. He glanced at my book and laughed. “I would get a headache, too. Just looking at the words is already giving me a headache.” He said and we both laughed. As soon as we were done laughing, the atmosphere between us got awkward.

I was about to read again when I heard a female voice. “Oppa.” I glanced to my side and saw a short, adorable girl running towards him. She hugged him and suddenly felt a sharp pain in my heart then looked away. Yes, I am jealous. I shouldn’t be but sadly, I am. From the corner of my eye, I saw them talk and I pouted. They look so perfect together; he’s the cold-looking guy but is actually sweet and nice while she’s the cute and bubbly girl who makes everyone’s day brighter just by smiling. “Hyeon Jin, what are you doing here?” He asked her. “I was trying to find you then I remembered that you love going here so that’s why I’m here!” She beamed and the people around us told her to keep quiet. Hyeon Jin smiled at them then bit her lower lip. “Oops! I’m sorry.” She whispered and bowed. “Why are you looking for me?” He asked. “We’re going out to eat. They’re all waiting outside.” She said as she pointed at the entrance of the library. I looked up and saw a group of guys and girls waiting outside the library. All of the guys look so handsome and all of the girls look so beautiful; they look like a group of models that really don’t belong in this college. I glanced at my outfit and felt a little ashamed; sure they were wearing normal clothing but why do they look professional and fabulous while I don’t? I look so…ordinary. Suddenly, the group looked at us then smiled and waved. Wow, they even have synchronized waves. “Come on, oppa. Let’s go.” The girl said as she pulled his arm. His eyes met mine and I started to panic; what should I do? “Uh, I have to go.” He said while packing his stuff and I nodded; “Okay. Bye.” “Bye.” He said and left. As soon as he left the library, I sighed to myself and my face hit the table. I don’t even care about the pain at all; he just talked to me! He sat in front of me and we were so close to each other! I wanted to explode! I glanced at my watch and my jaw dropped; I’m going to be late! “Awh, crap!” I said as I stuffed my book in my backpack and ran out of the library

Three months later…

I sighed to myself as I stared out the window. I’ve been staying in the library almost every day for the past months. Everywhere I go is loud and there were annoying people. I haven’t seen him in months; it’s like he’s hiding from me or something, or maybe he’s just too busy with his girlfriend. What is her name again? I don’t really remember. “I wonder what he’s doing right now?” I mumbled to myself and noticed something on the coffee table in front of me. I reached for the object and looked at it. A camera? I looked around and tried to find the possible owner but everyone was busy reading. I wonder who owns this camera? I looked at the back and saw the on button. Maybe I could find a picture of the owner; wait, isn’t it wrong to just look through the pictures? But how will I find out who the owner is? After arguing with myself for a good 5 minutes, I decided to look at the pictures. As the camera , I pressed on one of the buttons and a picture popped on the screen. Although, it wasn’t just any picture; it was a picture of me. I shouldn’t be surprised, really; photography students take pictures of random students or sceneries around the school. I checked the next photo and arched my eyebrow; another picture of me. I checked the next few photos and my jaw dropped; they’re all pictures of me. All the pictures vary from me studying, staring outside the library window, holding on to my umbrella when it was raining and running to my next class. “Who owns this camera?” I asked myself and finally noticed a black bag under the seat across from mine. I reached for the bag and ped it; composition books, laptop, pencil case and an iPod touch. I looked inside the bag, hoping to find some sort of identification but there was nothing. I placed the bag back on its original position but it fell, causing its contents to spill on the carpeted floor. I immediately picked everything up and accidentally clicked on iPod; the earphones were not connected to it so the song was on speaker. “Oh crap, stop playing.” I said as I tried to turn it off; I glanced at the screen and read the singer. Jung Jinyoung. Huh, is he a new idol or something? I pressed the home button and sighed in relief when the song stopped playing. I was about to put the device in the bag when I noticed the background picture; it’s a picture of me. “Who owns this bag, anyway?” I asked myself.

“Uhm, excuse me.” I heard a familiar, deep voice behind me. My eyes grew bigger as I slowly turned around and saw him standing in front of me. I dropped the iPod on the ground and my jaw dropped; he still looked the same although his hair grew longer and he dyed it brown. “Uh.” I said and he bit his lower lip as he scratched his nape. “That’s my bag.” He said. He picked up the iPod and helped me gather his stuff; he’s the owner?? Does this mean… “Is this your camera, too?” I asked as I picked up the camera and showed him. His pale cheeks turned pink and he bit his lower lip; “Yeah, it’s mine.” He said as he took the camera away from me. “The pictures; they’re great but you should change the subject of your pictures.” I said, obviously referring to myself. His pink cheeks turned bright red as he looked at me. “Y-you s-saw t-the p-pictures?” He asked and I slowly nodded. “I’m sorry. I should go.” I mumbled as I grabbed my bag and walked past him but he grabbed my wrist. “Don’t.” He said and I looked back at him. “We should get coffee; you like coffee, right? I kind of saw you drinking some the other day.” He said as he scratched his nape; heh, cute. I smiled and nodded; “Sure, as long as it’s not black coffee.” I said and we both smiled.

The End.