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"and then i told her, like yeah, i know you may not have meant for me to hear what you said about me, but word spreads, and it still got to me eventually," you ramble on, heaving a dramatic sigh to take a pause. you look up at jeno, to check if he's still listening. you expect to be greeted with a heavy-lidded, probably already half asleep jeno, but instead, he's just staring at you straight in the eyes.
you avert your gaze immediately, hoping that the heat that's rushing to your face hasn't made your shyness obvious to the boy in front of you. clearing your throat, you continue with your rant.
"it's just so frustrating, you know?" you lower your head as you begin twisting the top off the tube of body lotion. "i knew she had something against me all along, but i always tried to keep things neutral. we're all just trying to graduate here," you sigh again, squeezing a blob of lotion onto your palm.
"and i'm like, dude, stop going around saying these things, it's only going to give people more reasons to dislike you."
you pull your right knee towards your chest, giving your crusty leg some hydration. in motion with your posture, your hair falls forward, gathering at the sides of your face, and the loose shirt you have on tickles at the surface of your right thigh. you try to ignore the annoyance you feel at your irritating, dancing hair, but your hands are filled with moisturiser, so there's no way you can get your hair out of your face without getting it all oily.
"at this point, i think she's just dying for attention. it doesn't even matter if it's negative attention, all she wants is for everyone in the roo-"
you stop mid-sentence, taking in a sharp breath. your body reacts with a series of rapid blinks of the eye, your shoulders tensing up, your hands pausing mid-moisturise.
the world just pauses for an entire moment.
jeno, who has been listening attentively to your (probably) 30-minute long rant, has reached a hand out. he takes a lock of your hair, gently tucking it neatly behind your ear. as though he doesn't even notice how you've stopped talking, he reaches his other hand out, tucking another lock of hair behind your other ear, effectively getting all your hair out of your face.
"what?" he finally says, realising how you're just staring at him wordlessly now.
you try to say something, but you can't seem to get your mouth muscles working again.
he tilts his head to the side nonchalantly, "you don't like it when your hair gets in the way," he states, as though him remembering that little detail about you doesn't almost make your heart combust.
and if that wasn't enough, he had to add an extra tablespoon of sweetness as he shows just how intently he was listening to your rant by urging, "so all she wants is the attention of everyone in the room, right? so have you decided how you're going to deal with her?"
you finally tear your eyes away from him, swallowing hard. "i'm going to wash this off first," you mumble, almost tripping over your own foot as you fumble out of the room.
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