Bolivia is an exchange student, half way into the school
year.
No one knows where she came from or anything about the new
girl.
Taeho is just like any other high schooler, glad that is was almost
over.
But soon his world would be turned upside down.
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"Aigoo..." Taeho sighs, getting bored easily already. He easily
gets distracted causing him to look around the room more than
listen to the teacher or do the tasks provided. He was still
un-sure why the teachers even bother to mark his work. He looked
out the window, looking at the autumn leaves.
Bolivia was panting as she arrived onto school grounds. "Crap-
first day and I'm late." She said, stopping to find the main
building she was supposed to be in. Her long black hair was in
waves around her from her late get up. Once she saw her building
past a few golden trees she started to run again, her school
uniform hidden under a large red trench coat as she made her way up
the buildings' steps and into the hall. She only stopped when she
was near her room and slowed her pace, trying to fix herself before
she entered the room. She pulled her knee skirt down after pulling
off her coat, folding it over one arm as she fixed her button up
black shirt and red tie. She knocked on the door, meeting with a
slightly annoyed teacher who pulled her into the classroom.
'Class this is our new student... Bolivia Fitzgerald. You may sit
in the back next to Taeho.' The teacher excused her.
Bolivia bowed in front of the class, her blue eyes shimmered as
stood back up and headed to the back of the room
'Oh, things might finally get interesting' Taeho thought, staring
at the new student. She didn't look that bad. He waved at her,
trying to look friendly. While fixing his red dyed hair, he
pretended to look interested about what the teacher is talking
about. He exchanged looks with one of his friends who made fun of
Taeho because he has to sit next to a girl. Taeho just tried his
best not to laugh. He always doubted that anybody would fall in
love with him. Afterall, if anyone will, he probably won't see them
again as he dreams of moving back to South Korea to become an idol.
Bolivia settled into her chair and saw the boy next to her wave.
She turned her face to him, her cheeks flushed from running as she
waved back with a small smile, her dark wavy hair fell around her
face as she then leaned down to set her coat over her lap. She
glanced around as a book landed on her desk, the teacher had sent
one down the row it seemed. She flushed as she glanced around to
see what page the others were on. She then leaned towards Taeho,
her voice quiet as she kept her eyes forward. "What page are we
on?" She asked, seeing a few of the boys around them snickering she
became flushed once more, thinking that they heard her.
"Oh, umm..." Taeho looked at the page he was on. "Page 32" he
smiled at the new student. It was the least he could help her with.
He needed to be on the right page either way. Other wise the
teacher would notice him not being on the right page which of
course, comes with punishments. He didn't want for other students
to know him for getting into trouble so he avoided small stuff like
being on the wrong page.
She glanced back to him and smiled with a small nod, avoiding the
eyes of the other boys she quickly sat back in her chair and turned
to book to the correct page. She glanced up around her at the other
students who seemed to be taking notes. 'That's what I forgot, my
note book.' She thought to herself and began to shift her hands
into her trench coat pockets. After moving it so she could open the
inner pockets she pulled out a sketch pad. 'It'll have to do.' She
thought with a unhappy smile, pulling out one of her ballpoint
pens. The cover of the gray sketch pad was worn with use as she
opened it. The pages were either filled with cute doodles or full
on high detailed human portraits. Once she turned to a blank page
in the very back she began to scribble down notes. Her deep blue
eyes flickering between the pages and the teacher writing on the
board ever now and then.
Taeho wrote a few notes down but was confused overall. He finally
started to be interested in the lesson and tried to work out what
the teacher was talking about which wasn't working out well. He
sometimes would mouth the words as he was solving the problem, it
helped him remember what he was thinking about.
Bolivia seemed to get the problems done in almost record times and
would start sketching in between problems as the lessons went on,
her eyes half closed in an unfocused manner. The time seemed to go
by slowly as the class dragged on. She was almost surprised when a
chiming bell alerted them to move to their next classes. She
blinked around, seeing most of her classmates were packing things
away into their bags and leaving. She grabbed her sketchbook and
pen, putting them on top of her coat on her arm. She pulled a small
paper from shirt pocket and unfolded it, her face showed confusion
as she glanced over her schedule. Once she looked up most everyone
had left the room besides Taeho and his friends. She stepped a
little closer to him, clearing her throat. "Do- um, do you know
where class F7 is?" Her eyes move from the paper to Taeho, then
around to his friends before landing back on the only guys name she
knew at the moment.
Taeho looked up at the new student as she asked him a question.
"Isn't that my class as well?" he thinks for a second, his friends
nodding as he looked at them. "Yeah it is! We can walk together" he
smiled brightly. His friends barely held in their laughter and said
goodbye to Taeho before they walked to their classes. Taeho put on
his bag and started walking, slowly so Bolivia could keep up, to
his next class. He ignored any looks or snickers because a boy and
a girl are walking together to class.
Bolivia thanked him before his friends left and followed beside
him, a small smile held on her face as they walked together. 'Maybe
this school won't be so bad.' She thought to herself as they neared
their room. "After this class I have gym I believe." She spoke as
they walked, her schedule in hand as they passed bunches of teens
talking together, a few couples hidden behind lockers, and another
group of teens in a part of the hallway that seemed to give off
weird vibes. "It'd be great if you had that as well." She said with
a slight giggle. "You're Taeho, right? The teacher didn't seem very
fond of you." She laughed behind her dark hair.
"I do have gym but boys and girls are seperated" Taeho fixed his
hair again. "Yup, I'm the one and only Boo Taeho. Well, I'm not the
best student in the class. In any, actually." he kept his smile as
they talked. He did fasten his path slightly so they wouldn't be
late. He doesn't really have an excuse as well which creates more
trouble. Although he looked calm outside, he was a bit panicked
inside as he didn't know how to act in front of someone new.
"You go by your last name?" She asked, picking up the pace beside
him, her thick hair bounced around her face and shoulders. "I would
hate to go by my last name, Fitzgerald isn't really appealing." She
laughed as they neared a classroom door with the sign 'F7' above
it. She pointed with a smile, almost dropping her coat. "Hay we got
here on time!" She sighed in relief as they entered the room. She
stepped away from him to show her sheet to the new teacher who
waved her off with a nod. She bowed slightly and turned, bounding
back to Taehos' side. "Thank you for helping me, normally it is
hard to find friends in new schools." She flushed, a little
embarrassed that she assumed they were friends so quickly, and
moving after him to a empty seat near him once again.
"Oh, nononono, I come from South Korea where what you call last
name comes first there and other Asian countries" Taeho tries his
best the explain it to the best of his abilities. He does strutter
a bit. He ignored it all with a bigger smile, seeing Bolivia
slightly celebrate about arriving to the classroom on time. "No
problem! Happy to help. I know what you mean so just know I'm here
for you" he says, trying not to be too cheesy or cringy, going to
his seat and getting his books out.
Bolivia nods and slings her coat over the side of the desk, sitting
down and pulling her sketch book onto her desk with a soft sigh.
She jumps to the earlier page where she had began taking notes and
readied herself for when the teacher started speaking. Soon the
bell ringed and the other teens began filling in the room and into
their seats. Bolivia could hear people not far away from her and
saying things just above a whisper about a 'the new kid'. She kept
her eyes forward then down to her sketchbook as if to drown them
out with ease.
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