First day at school

Today is my first day at my new school, Monday. I got up early as well so I could get in on time. I brought my car because the school is a little distance from home. Now that I'm seventeen, I've obtained a student driver's license.

I was a little worried when I first arrived at school. But I'm fun to be around, so maybe I'll make pals right immediately.

I'm now a second-year senior high school student, and I'm fortunate that they still permitted me to transfer here even though it was my senior year. My grades at my previous school appeared to be high, therefore I was placed in Class A.

[Building 204, Hallway]

I carried my notepad down the corridor, where I had pinned the school map, as I entered the school building. I could hear people whispering as I walked. Women in particular.

"Isn't she cute, girl?" exclaimed the plump girl wearing a pink headband.

"He's probably a transfer student," the tall skinny girl speculated.

"He's just my kind!" exclaimed the obese girl once more. "He's mine," the others objected.

"Okay, let's just share him."

[Ehhh... Do I resemble food or equipment that can be consumed or borrowed? Sigh. Is it being made specifically for me to hear?] What I heard has made me uncomfortable.

Not to brag. But what can I do if they flirting with me? It's not my fault that I'm attractive. Unfortunately, the mysterious girl I met in the rain ten months ago already has my heart and eyes.

I ran over something while walking and glancing at the map to see where my classroom was. Because of the force of my impact with him, the notebook I was holding toppled. When I raise my head, I see a man standing in front of me. Then he was with his companions behind him. They appear to be varsity players at the institution, based on their appearance. They were carrying large bags, and some were wearing varsity jackets, jerseys, and basketballs.

"Dude, I'm sorry," he said as he picked up my notebook after we collided.

I apologized to him, "No, I'm sorry too; I'm the one who isn't looking where I'm going." It's my fault because I'm not paying attention to my surroundings

He handed me the notepad and said, "Your notebook." I was about to take the notepad when he dropped it again on purpose.

"Oops... Sorry again, man, it fell," he added as everyone laughed.

These varsity players, in my opinion, are jerks. But I had no intention of causing a stir on my first day of school. So I just walked away with my notebook in hand.

He ordered one of his men to grab my shoulder while grinning.

"Where do you think you're going?"

He asked, "Do you think you can offend us and get away with it?"

"Dude, I don't want any trouble," I said simply, removing his hand from around my shoulder.

His gang said, "Gunner, look at this jerk acting arrogant."

[You try to annoy me and then accuse me of being arrogant?]

"I don't want trouble, so don't tempt me," I said, turning away from them.

"Not only are you arrogant, but you also have a sharp tongue!"

James pulled me and punched me in the face. . People who had been calmly watching me before now started shouting. My cheek was hurting from his punch. But I didn't collapse; I remained upright. I gazed at them while touching my cheek. I was about to punch back when a teacher appeared.

[Tsk! Maam's timing was off! That's it, I'm going to punch, and then it appears out of nowhere. Tsk! ]

"What's all the fuss about, Mr. Gunner Kim?" the female teacher said angrily. I believe she is in her thirties.

According to her, this arrogant man is frequently involved in conflicts.

"Ma'am, nothing! We just welcoming this new student!" Gunner excuse, As he grasped my shoulder.

"Isn't that right, dude?"

I agree as I ride on what he was saying.

[I might look lame if I report them to the teacher] so I nodded

"Y-yes ma'am" I replied

"All right, go to your rooms!" the teacher says, and walks away.

"Next time, look where you're going, and don't block my way," Gunner said quietly as he let go of my hand.

All of the other students were staring at me. This is a good start. I didn't head straight to my classroom or the restroom to mend myself. I noticed that my cheek was red as I looked in the bathroom mirror. I immediately remembered Mom.

[Tsk! I'm screwed]

She didn't want me to fight, so I didn't. I instantly considered what I should do next. I'll just say that the door hit me when my classmate opened it unexpectedly and I didn't see it.

Our teacher was already in class when I arrived. My students then glanced at me. In their judgment, what happened earlier in the hallway has reached them, or perhaps they have witnessed it firsthand. I was presented by our teacher. She is said to be Ms. Lina Song and she was our class adviser for the entire year.

My teacher welcomed me to class and assigned me to an empty seat. A man stands next to me on my right. Because of the thickness of his glasses, he appears to be a nerd, and someone has placed a notepad and ballpen on top of his chair. It's still empty to my left. That's just the chair where no one is seated.

The attendance has already been checked by our teacher. One by one, she called our names.

"Alex Hyun, Alex Hyun," our teacher called. But no one speaks or says the 'present.

One of our classmates said, "Ma'am, absent."

The one next to me is also fine, having missed the first day of school. I'm hoping he shows up tomorrow. Because I'm afraid the nerd next to me is going to spit on me. I tried to speak, but all I got was a nod or a shake in response.

Because of what happened this morning, the classmates seemed to shy away. They may think I'm a troublemaker. They can also be avoided because they do not want to be affected. They don't want those arrogant varsity players to beat them. As a result, I'm dining alone in the cafeteria right now.

Isn't it entertaining? But does it bother me that I'm not the sort to influence what others say and think? I know myself, and I don't irritate anyone. Perhaps in the future, they will forget what happened, and they will believe that they misunderstood me. I just eat quietly, and you can hear the students' stories while dining inside the cafeteria

I moved away from the cafeteria entrance, oblivious to who was approaching. But, based on the volume of their voices and laughing, I believe I know who the visitors are. The arrogant one before It turns out I was right. But they're together with their girlfriends.

Others are holding hands, others are kissing, and others are simply acting lovey-dovey with each other. Perhaps you are not in school but in a bar. I honestly don't mind if they come; I don't own the cafeteria, so I can't stop them. I had lost my appetite and couldn't believe what I was seeing.

I recognize the woman who is with Gunner. He placed his arm around the waist of the woman. I'm certain, and I can't possibly be wrong. Even if her hair is a different color.

It used to be black and long, but now it's wavy and pink. The one that used to be simple, has changed. Consider yourself a model or a well-known actress. But I'm confident it's her.

[She's the woman I saw on a rainy night. The woman, I don't know why she kissed me and ran away.]

My heart was stolen by that woman. I looked for her for a long time. I can only see her from this angle. The magnitude of her transformation. She is just as lovely as she was before, if not more so.

However, the woman I met previously, who was gentle, suddenly appears to be strong.

[In 10 months, what may have happened?

My feelings for her, however, have not changed, and there is only one thing I think of now.

"I can't just let Gunner have her!"

So, whatever happens, I'm going to find a way to approach her and make her mine.