TAKE MY PICTURE , martin edwards .
𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇，❝ martin is confused. ❞
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𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗖𝗛𝗢𝗢𝗟 𝗕𝗘𝗟𝗟 rang sharply, signalling the end of first period. the class began to move, shuffling chairs and the sound of shoes scuffing on the wooden floor overpowering the bell.
martin stirred from his sleep, unaware of what was going on.
only after the second bell, did he finally realise where he was.
jumping up from his desk, he snatched his bag from the ground and swung it onto his shoulder. his chair screeched in pain, but martin paid no mind to it. his mind was only focused on making it in time to his next lesson.
unfortunately for him, fate had a different plan.
as martin turned the corner, he collided with something hard.
odd. corridors were usually empty by this time.
recovering quickly, he looked down. his eyes met with a girl.
neither spoke. martin swallowed. the girl stared at him.
the silence was beginning to make martin uncomfortable, and he thought it would be best to say something.
he cleared his throat, “i’m really sorry–”
but before martin could even finish his sentence, the girl was already walking away from him.
her eyes widened, and she quickly made a beeline around him and down the corridor. it was as if she wasn’t even there.
martin was left in the corridor, speechless.
who walks away from an apology?
he racked his brain, confused, trying to remember if he had done more than just walk into her.
had he accidently ruined her homework before? or taken a bad picture of her for the school newspaper?
if so, that wouldn’t be the first time someone held a grudge against him.
but even as he stood there, he just couldn’t seem to think of any other reason this girl would be angry at him. come to think of it, martin didn’t even know if he had any shared lessons with this mysterious girl.
whatever her reasons were, martin would have to think about it later, because he was now seven whole minutes late to his history lesson.
by the time he reached the classroom, the teacher was midway through the register. she was rudely interrupted by the sound of the door colliding with the wall, and the sound of an out of breath student.
“i’m very– very sorry miss–” martin panted, acting as if he had run a marathon.
considering the way he had ran up those stairs, one could assume it was almost as vexxing as a marathon. by martin’s standards anyway.
“go sit down martin.” the teacher said sharply, continuing the register as if this was a daily occurrence. his name sounded like an insult on her lips. ouch.
in his defence this was only his third time being late to history.
sighing, he made his way over to his shared desk with juhoon. martin slumped down in the chair, ignoring the way it creaked under his weight. he also ignored the way juhoon was grinning at him.
juhoon was one of martin’s best friends.
approximately seventy–six days older (or seventy–seven, depending on whether or not it was a leap year), juhoon shared four classes with martin, and was always there to remind him how because he was older, he was wiser and would always help martin when he was in need.
considering juhoon was just on the brink of failing his classes, martin wasn’t one to trust his advice. not the ones about education anyway.
still, the two got along, making plenty of memories, and creating plenty of inconveniences to others.
when the lesson finally begun, the teacher rambling on about the topic of communism, juhoon leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a hushed whisper.
“so, what now? did you get distracted by the scenery outside again? or did you get held back during first period?” he whispered, that same mischievous glint that only appeared when he was pestering martin returning to his eyes.
martin rolled his eyes. “no, i fell asleep.” he muttered.
he was not in the mood to be teased by juhoon. then again, he was never in the mood for it.
juhoon snorted quietly, clearly amused.
focusing back on the lesson, he sat back in his seat properly, leaving martin alone with his thoughts.
that was a dangerous move.
as the lesson progressed, switching from the topic of communism to capitalism, martin failed to absorb any of it, his mind too busy replaying the event from earlier today.
why couldn’t he figure out who that girl was?
martin had a brief grasp of most of the people in this school, thanks to his job as school photographer, yet he just couldn’t seem to recall her.
even so, there was something oddly familiar about her. like they had met before.
if they had, martin felt like a horrible person. what kind of person forgets the name and face of someone they had met before? not him.
unfortunately for martin, the bell rung again, signalling the end of second period, and forcing him to stop his long-winded train of thought.
he would have to think about this mysterious girl another time.
right now, juhoon was dragging him towards the snack queue, in a desperate attempt to secure a sweet treat before third period. martin just let him.
his mind was elsewhere anyway.
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