Eighteen’s Bed

“Why are you suddenly pretending like we went together before?”

The hand that had been pointing at the workbook was suddenly pulled back. Go Yohan, who had gotten up from his seat, clasped his hands behind his head. His face was one of complete laziness and boredom. It was as if he was completely detached from this fierce competition.

“School’s been so boring lately.”@@novelbin@@

His sudden, carefree remark left me dumbfounded, and I reflexively responded.

“Just study.”

At that, Go Yohan burst into laughter.

What a weird guy. And as he laughed, I found myself looking around, worrying about how I appeared to others. The thought dominating my mind at that moment was, Do I look like I’m getting along with Go Yohan? At that point, I made eye contact with someone at the front of the class who had been talking loudly.

I subtly pulled my chair out toward the other side of the room, opposite from where Go Yohan was sitting.

After class, as I was gathering my shoes at the school entrance, I happened to see Han Taesan. He clearly waved at me, but I ignored him, pretending I didn’t notice. Luckily, it seemed like Han Taesan had some sense, as he didn’t try to force any greetings. Finally, he seemed to have gotten the hint.

I got into a taxi, pretending to head to my academy, but instead, I just drove around the neighborhood before returning to the school. I then pulled up Kim Minho’s number from my contacts and hit the call button. The phone rang twice before the call was cut off.

“Hey, where are you?”

• Fourth-floor teacher's restroom. - I quickly remembered.

Again, the restroom. What a disgusting guy. At least it wasn’t the second floor, which reeked of cigarettes. No one was around, so I walked quietly through the silent school. It was so quiet that I could even hear the sound of the restroom door opening. As soon as he saw me, Kim Minho slapped the restroom wall with his palm, grinning widely with satisfaction.