It Seems I Was Hitting on the Most Beautiful Girl in School - Chp 2

Meeting Him at School

[Reina, see you tomorrow!]

[Unn, see you]

One day, some time after the newcomer began working at my part-time job, I said goodbye to my classmates and girls as usual and left the room.

I finally was able to be alone and a sigh escaped from my mouth.

I think I get along reasonably well with my female classmates, but due to the amount of  attention I give them, I get mentally fatigued after spending a day with them.

It’s not that I don’t like them, but I feel like they’re taking advantage of my looks and position. I have no desire to get to know them.

I’m aware that my appearance is better than others, and I’m confident because I’ve been taking care of my hair and skin since my mother told me I should be pretty because I’m a girl. I don’t dislike this look from my mom, in fact I quite enjoy it.

However, people around me would only look at my appearance. I’m uncomfortable with the way they looked at me, as if they were only interested in my looks, and I can’t get close to them. As a result, I don’t have any close friends, and I’m aware that this hastens my mental fatigue even more.

The same occurs with regard to boys, if not more pronounced. They’re only interested in my looks. I’m not even close to them, so when they confess to me, there’s no way I’d accept it.

Even if they don’t confess, there’s too many people who try to get involved with me with such ulterior motives. In fact, there’s only such people around me, and my dislike for them has grown more and more as of late.

I never particularly liked anyone, and I try my best not to get involved with the boys because it’s difficult to get involved and being disliked by the girls in my class. Perhaps because of this, I feel that I’m spoken less directly lately. Well, I can’t say it’s good either, because I’m now being looked at from afar more often.

I managed to maintain a safe and peaceful life like this.

(Maybe I’ll buy a book to distract me)

I think about what comes after this as I walk down the hallway.

I love books. I can forget about annoying relationships around me and I don’t have to worry about the stares from someone I’m not interested in. Of course, not only in such a negative sense, but also because of the surprising incidents and inspiring stories that can be encountered.

Anyways, books are essential for me to refresh myself. After another successful day, I was on my way to the shoe box to buy a new book for myself.

[Can I have a word?]

A low but firm voice lingered in my ears. A boy called out to me at the shoe box. I turned my eyes in the direction of the voice to see who it was.

He wore black-rimmed glasses, and his hair was shaggy and unkempt. He also looked uninspired and unmotivated.

The only thing that struck me was his clear, beautiful eyes.

What on earth is going on? I thought for a moment, but soon I guessed why. I could only think of one reason why someone would call out to me in a place like this.

It was probably a confession. I’ve been confessed to several times here before, I’m pretty sure of it. However, I had never seen him before, and this was the first time I had seen his face when he approached me.

It was bad enough that I had just been in the mood for a book. I was sick and tired of the whole “love at first sight” thing again, and I coldly told him to at least let him know I was wary of him.

[…What is it?]

[Here, I think it’s yours]

When I asked him what he wanted, without hiding my discomfort, as if I were trying to intimidate him, he replied with words I hadn’t expected.

With an annoyed frown, he pushed a palm-sized book that seemed to be in his hand.

[Eh…?]

[Well then, see you]

Surprised and puzzled, I end up accepting the book that he pushed on me.

I was too stunned to say anything back, and he walked away.

I looked behind him, surprised, and looked at what I received. What he handed me was a student notebook. I flipped it open and saw a picture of me, and understood that he came to deliver this to me.

I felt sorry for what I did. Regret seeped through my heart. I thought it was a confession and in turn, gave him a bad attitude, even though he came all the way to deliver this to me.

I put on my shoes to rush after him. I ran outside, but the figure I saw was gone. He had left already.

What should I do? I’ve been very rude to him. Guilt continues to lurk through my mind. Who the hell am I to assume he was confessing?

I can picture that annoyed, stern face when he handed me the notebook. At least that person picked it up out of kindness, without any motives. But I treated him badly, so it’s understandable he was irritated. It’s uncomfortable being treated like that. I didn’t even thank him. At least, I should’ve thanked him properly.

I looked around several times to thank him and apologize, but it was all for naught. I looked at the notebook that remained in my hand, and a small sigh escaped my lips.

AN:

I didn’t expect to be in the top 5 daily by genre again(ㅇㅁㅇ)!!!!!! (At the time the author posted)

It’s a dream come true to have so many people reading this. Thank you so much to all of you who bookmarked and rated this!!! I’ve posted this article as a thank you for that, even though it’s been a series of days (* ・ω・ *)_ _)

　I said I would post when I had 65,000 points, but I posted the next day. Sorry for the scam. I was just too happy (*´-`*)

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More about 2 weeks? Idk depends on ED kekw