Y/N's POV

I didn't ask for Shimizu-senpai's number.

It's confirmed, I'm fucked. I'm late today too. Breakfast was important, but I skipped it. Just like how I skipped on a stone and grazed my neck when I fell. Literally the definition of unfortunate. I banged my head on the way out of the bus door, too. I'd have to go to the 3rd years' floor at lunch and get her number. Why did I even agree to being the manager again?

I thanked the nurse for treating the wound on my neck with a white wrap bandage. She shot me a smile when I got out of the room, I winced when I felt my wound sting.

The teacher's eyes widened when she saw me approach her, my soul lingering on top of me. I handed her my clinic pass and she just slowly nodded.

The only vacant seat was at the second row, beside a blonde girl. I was about to sit when I heard the teacher call my name.

"Yes?" I asked dumbly, she just nervously smiled at pointed at the board. I forgot to introduce to myself.

I slightly blushed, some of them laughing at me. The teacher told them to quiet down which I'm grateful for.

"I'm L/n Y/n, I just transferred yesterday but I was late and just attended 2nd class first. I'm really sorry. Please take care of me," I tried to sound not bored, and wrote my name on the board. The teacher gave me a comforting smile and motioned for me to sit again.

The blonde beside me slightly squealed when I accidentally missed the hook for my bag to hang on. It dropped with a slight thud, my bottle rolled to her feet.

Sigh.

"Ah, sorry," I said as I took the bottle and fixed my bag properly, getting it hanged to the side of my desk this time. She furiously shook her head and flashed me a thumbs up, "I-It'sh okay," She bit her tongue and looked away, embarassed.

I snickered quietly, "What's your name?"

"M-My name? Uh," She froze for a moment, trying to process. I tilted my head in confusion.

She snapped in reality, "Ya-Yachi Hitoka!" Her voice squeaked out loud.

"Yachi-san," The teacher warned her.

"Sorry!" She squeaked at the teacher.

How clumsy is this girl?

"Nice to meet you, Yachi-san,"I said as I took notes.

"Alright, before I proceed deep in the topic, your advisor told me to let you guys decide for a class representative. Make sure you choose right," She announced as she leaned on her desk.

I tuned them out, doodling on my notebook. They were conversing really loud, but my mind can't comprehend what it was. All there was in my mind was to finish school and play at home. It's really exhausting how you spend time learning, but really fun when you spend countless hours doing shit.

I doodled the guy from yesterday, sipping on his milk. He looked ridiculous, I can't help but snicker. There's no attachment, and I don't feel attracted to him. I just wanted to doodle on his face I guess. I feel someone move on my periphal vision, I felt Yachi-san's stare.

I glanced at her with a raised brow, she sheepishly smiled and pointed to the board. The teacher smiled at me, letting me look at what's written on the board.

The fuck?

"L/n-san, congratulations! You've been picked as class representative by the class," She clapped, as well as others.

"What? How? Why?" I slightly scrunched my face in disgust, looking away.

"Because we want a cute president!" A guy shouted, making some guys laugh in agreement. The girls pouted, but some blushed.

Ew ew ew ew ew ew.

"Oh," Was all I said, I stood up and bowed infront of the classroom. This school is messing with me. The teacher gave me the list of paper that has all my classmates' names and quick details.

Yachi flashed me a crooked excited smile as she threw a thumbs up at me, "Congrats, L/n-san!"

I slightly frowned and thanked her, looking outside the window instead. The only thing I liked about the school was that I get to sit beside windows all the time. And the fact that the vending machines are full with drinks.

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Class went on and before I know it, it's lunch.

Yachi hurriedly (but clumsily) fixed her things before catching up to me outside. I looked at her with a raised brow.

"L-L/n-san! Want to eat lunch together?" She asked furiously, holding her bento up.

"Oh, yeah sure. Go on ahead, I'll just talk to someone for a moment," I kindly said.

She nodded, "Okay! Wait-do you want any drink?"

"No, I'll grab it on the way back. But thank you, Hitoka-chan. Please just call me Y/n," I told her before walking away with a wave.

"Wight!"

I snickered as I walked up the stairs to the 3rd years' floor, almost slipping in the process. When I was about to knock on the class 3-2, the guy from yesterday appeared again.

"Oh, hey! It's you again," He offered a kind smile, although something sad flashed in his eyes.

"Yeah, I'm here to g-" I paused, thinking about telling him or not.

"What?" He asked with a smile.

She probably rejected you, that's why you're sad. But I'm sorry, I can't do anything for you anymore.

"I'm here to get a club application from her," I wasn't exactly lying, I am here to get a form and her number. He nodded, "Oh okay, go on ahead. I'll go now, bye!" He waved.

I turned back to the door and knocked. I opened it to immediately spot her, reading a book. I slightly bowed my head and walked to her.

"Shimizu-senpai," She slightly jolted as she looked up at me, her glasses slightly slipping off.

"Hey it's you. Ah, sorry what was your name again?" She asked nicely.

"Sorry, I haven't introduced myself properly. I'm L/n Y/n, I came here to get a club application form for the club, and your number as well for contacting each other. You don't mind, right?" I asked, fiddling with my fingers.

"Of course I don't, hold on. I have one here," She said as she placed her book down and grabbed a paper from her folder.

"Here," She gently handed it to me.

"Thank you," I slightly bowed my head but she waved me off.

"Here, put your number," She said as she handed me her phone. I typed in my number and saved it on my first name.

"Thank you, again," I told her with a smile.

"No problem, see you later at practice. I got your things ready," She smiled and waved at me. I waved back and went to the door. The people looked away, as if they were watching us the whole time.

I went back to the first floor and to the vending machine. I immediately spotted the blueberry from yesterday.

I grimaced a little, "Oh, it's you."

He looked confused before nodding, taking the milk carton out. He put the straw in, eyes not moving from me. He took a loud sip and sighed.

"What are you staring at? Weirdo," I muttered as I went to get milk. I froze, the milk section was empty.

I glared at him and he almost choked. He furrowed his brows, "I'm not staring at you, now you're the one staring at me. I'm also not a weirdo, you are," He pouted and continued to sip on his milk.

He was about to walk away but I grabbed his blazer, he stumbled back and stopped.

"What did you do that for??" He asked confusingly at me.

"You took the last milk carton. It's empty now," I crossed my arms.

He raised a brow, "I know..? But it's not like it'll refill on its own," He snorted and sipped on his milk.

I threw a tantrum in my mind before scoffing at him, "I won't forgive you for that, I love milk."

He looked at me for a second before handing me his milk carton. I looked at him as if he was stupid.

"What? You said you wanted some, right? Here," He slightly wiggled the box, the liquid making noises indicating that there are more left.

"No thanks, it's got your DNA already," I turned and walked away.

He turned me around by my shoulder and thrusted the straw in my mouth, my eyes widening.

"And now it's got your DNA. I don't want it anymore, it's yours," He said as he made my hand hold the box. The ravenette walked away as if nothing happened.

My whole face burned and turned red, my mind trying to process what happened. I probably look like a frozen tomato right now.

I gulped and took a sip, feeling satisfied when I tasted the sweet flavor. But then I remembered that the guy's saliva contaminated this already.

I shrieked but still held on to the drink, almost dropping it. I frowned and made my way back to class.

He sure got balls.

I shook my head, throwing the now empty carton to a nearby trash bin before entering the classroom.

Yachi waved at me from her seat with her bento out. I smiled and took mine out. She asked me what took so long, but I just told her that I got into a fight with a vending machine.

She choked on her food and I patted her back with panic. This day could've gone better.

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