Don't cheat and get the grade you deserve.

From Create Your Own Story

“Alright, time’s up! That’s it, guys! Pencils down!”

Rubbing your temples irritably, you pass up your test paper with an exasperated sigh, brushing off an encouraging look from Eunhye.

“How do you think it went?” she asks as the bell rang and the students file out of class.

“Shitty,” You confess as you pass Mr. Son, who glares at you silently for such foul language. “English is my worst subject, you know that.”

Eunhye pats you comfortingly. “I’m sure you did fine.” With a wave, she heads down another hallway and you walk down your own, joining up with Leehyun on the way to History.

“How’d the English test go?” she asks.

“Shitty,” you repeats with a headshake. “It’s only because Son stretches every connection until it doesn’t make sense anymore. Honestly, I don’t know what he wants.”

“That sucks,” Leehyun tells you unhelpfully as you settle into History.

You take you seat behind Leehyun and opens up your history notebook. The first half of the period passes uneventfully until you excuse yourself to go to the bathroom.

The halls are empty, wide and brightly lit, and you walk down them slowly. In the bathroom, you fix your makeup, fiddle with your hair, and straighten your clothes like any self-respecting girl would do in front of a full-length mirror.

You grab the wooden pass and exit the bathroom, bumping into someone else who happened to be passing by the door at that moment. The pass clatters to the floor.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you mumble as you dive down to retrieve it.

“No, it’s my fault.”

You straighten up and are taken aback at the attractiveness of the guy you just crashed into. He is taller than you by a good few inches, toned, muscular, and his hair falls on his forehead in a just-so manner. He must be new; you have never seen him before.

“Are you new here?” you ask politely. He doesn't seem to want to leave just yet and you don't want to appear rude.

“No, I’m just visiting.” He gestures to his visitor’s badge.

“Oh, that’s cool.” You wonder how you were going to make your escape.

“I actually need some help finding this one classroom. Do you think you could help me?” His eyes plead with you and you're finding it hard to refuse.


Personal tools