It was my first class. I should have been paying attention. I should have tried to make a good first impression of the teacher.
I should have introduced myself.
I should have done all that.
Instead, I was stuck in my head, thinking about Yeonjun.
There was this impending feeling of doom luring over my head and I just couldn't shake it off.
Given the situation, I still would have acted the same way but now that I know who he is, the consequences of my decision and action seemed to weigh a lot more than I initially contemplated.
Today was not going as I had imagined or planned to.
I planned on having a good productive day, to make my first day here memorable.
Instead, everything was just falling apart.
Did Yeonjun know I am a scholarship student this year?
I mean, of course, he would.
He is the heir.
I get up from my seat when the class ends and go up to the teacher. I introduce myself on autopilot and she seems happy to see me in her class.
She tells me a little about the course that will be followed and she'll let me know if there are any changes.
If this was any other day I would be jotting down the notes and asking her a lot of questions but I can't.
I don't.
I just tell her I am honored to be in her class and I'll work hard.
She gives me her school email id and asks me to reach out to her if I have any doubts and takes my email so that she can send me a highlighted booklet of the course curriculum.
I thank her and leave the class.
I still have some time before my next class but this is what I don't need.
I don't have free time to get inside my own head and come up with all the scenarios, one worse than the other, about how Yeonjun is going to mess this up for me.
I am hoping his opinion would not hold too much weight if he decided to tell the school board I was unfit for the scholarship, given my academic record.
Is this the universe's way of teaching me a lesson because I was adamant about not joining this school?
I hope not.
I mean, I am still a little hesitant given all the fees but I have been told by San that I can apply for an extra grant after the first mid-term papers, given I show them good results.
Initially, I planned on working my ass off and getting the highest scores because at least that way my parents wouldn't have to dilute all their funds for me to stay here.
But now I wasn't sure I would be able to stay here till the midterm.
What if Yeonjun tells his parents about me and they have kicked out instantly?
My parents were proud I got in here. They told everyone they knew that I got into Royals High.
Now, when I get kicked out, I'll be the laughing stock at my school and a shame to my parents.
I can already imagine the disappointed look my father will give me and how my mother will ask where she went wrong in raising me.
I am sure they won't understand the entire situation if I told them. They would just assume I did it all just because I didn't want to go to this school.
No one would believe me.
Hell, even I wouldn't believe the interactions I have had with Yeonjun if someone retold the incident.
Ugh.
I groan in the hallway and two girls passing by give me a once over before going back to their conversation.
I hunch and bring the bag closer to me as if it can protect me from feeling this small.
I need to come up with a solution.
I rationalize with myself.
I can't let this get any more out of hand than it already has.
Should I text San and ask whether he knows who the members of the school board were and who handled the funds for the scholarship?
He'll just get angry at me for thinking too much into it but then again, he just dropped a bomb on me and left.
He didn't give me time to process this information and neither did he give me any additional information that would satiate my anxiety.
I could always find him and apologize to him.
If I got down on my hand and knees and groveled in front of him and told him my sad story, I am sure he would cave and not kick me out right?
Who am I kidding?
I have seen the cold look in his eyes. He will enjoy kicking me out more that way.
Ugh.
I could bribe him and offer him something to not tell shit about me to his parents and the board that may affect them in throwing me out of this school.
Yes Yuri, great plan.
What do I have to offer the heir of the biggest conglomerate in the nation that he doesn't already have or wouldn't be able to get?
This is really not how I planned on my first day going.
I needed to stop thinking about him.
I need to focus on myself right now.
I had a class to go to and this time I planned on paying attention rather than drowning myself in worry.
Whatever has to happen will happen. I can't stop that. At least for the time being I am here, irrespective of how short, I should try to make the most of it.
Just as I am giving myself this pep talk, I look at the schedule in my hand to make sure I am going to the right class, and there you know it, a tree of a man bumps into me making me fall on my back.
I fall straight on my ass and my schedule flies out of my hand along with my knick-knacks from the open chain of my bag.
Third time this day.
I curse internally at the jab of pain that shoots up my ribs as I try to get up. Instead, I resolve to crawl and collect my things.
"I am so sorry, I didn't see you there" I register a male voice but I am too busy trying to gather my belongings.
Why did I keep bumping into people these days?
Did someone put a curse on me or something?
"Here let me help you" someone kneeled beside me and started collecting my things. I assume it is the guy I bumped into.
"It's okay, I got" I say instead of apologizing. I just don't have it in me right now.
It is not even second period and I already feel drained.
I didn't feel this drained even when I worked 3 part-time jobs.
"Oh, you're that girl" the voice calls out and I turn to face him as both he and I get up from the floor.
He is tall.
Like really tall.
I was correct when I called him a tree.
What I didn't expect him to be was this handsome.
His features were the perfect blend of soft cheeks and a sharp jaw. His eyes were expressive and round and he had naturally pout lips. His dark hair was stylishly messy, covering his forehead.
"Sorry, do I know you?" I ask.
He looks familiar but my head is so wrapped up with Yeonjun that I really can't remember him.
And, this is when I notice the leather jacket.
I take a step back automatically as San's words about staying away from anyone with a leather jacket ring like a loud alarm in my brain.
"You are the coffee girl. Sorry, Yuri. That's your name right?" he asks, his eyes studying me.
How does he know my name?
And what coffee?
As I stare at him, I register his eyes.
The same kind eyes stared at me yesterday.
The same kind eyes which were startled when I started crying.
The same kind eyes which belonged to the guy, whom I ditched after ruining his clothes.
Shit.
I think he registers me recollecting our encounter because his eyes crinkle into half-moons and a smile breaks out on his lip, exposing his bunny teeth.
This seriously cannot be happening.