Chapter 3 (Felix PoV)
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~At home after school~
"Hi, honey. How was your day?" my Mom asks when I walk inside. I sigh. "Fine. I'm gonna do my homework then shower, all right?" She smiles and nods. "Okay, sweetie." I walk upstairs, still reliving the shock. There's no way that The Bangchan has a crush on me. It's impossible. I'm literally the most hated person in the school. Nobody likes me, and that's never changing. Whoever said that women can't be bullies? The girls are the worst. The boys beat me up physically and call me names, but the girls say mean things that are perfectly calculated to tear down my self-esteem. They jab at where they know I'm the most sensitive and then giggle and bat their eyelashes when the teacher tells them not to talk during lectures. Ugh. I set out my notebooks and opened my laptop to my slideshow. The Impact of Collision Sports. Being friends with the football team would be great with this. But, I'm about as far away from that as it gets.
What's weird is, I'm actually very good at football, but I've never been on a team. Before I started acting like a freak and lost all my friends in 6th grade, and some of my classmates and I would play touch football. I have very good hand-eye coordination, so I could catch while running and evading. I was the best running back out of all of our friend group. That was the great thing about being scrawny; I could dodge the bigger kids. But I haven't played with anyone but my Dad and brother Minho in 4 years. I pulled up a few YouTube videos of football, rugby, and combat sports. I take notes of what kind of strikes or contact are illegal, and what kinds are. I look closely at head and jaw punches and collisions, matching the contact points to a musculature-skeletal structure model in my head. Once I have enough data, I quickly put together a slideshow, skipping the pre-drafting and revising steps. I know my spelling and grammar will be perfect.
After my homework and a shower, I pull up a doc on my laptop and add to my fantasy of myself and Bangchan. We're on our first date now, he took me to the mall and went into the makeup stores with me. He didn't ask to go into Nike or anything, just followed me and he smiled when I got excited. Then we got to Starbucks and drove around and listened to music. I really wish that would happen in real life. It might. You never know. Do you believe Ms. Ito? Sam asks. Sam is my imaginary friend, but sometimes I think he's real. "Maybe. I believe that he told her that, but I'm not sure if he was honest when he told her." I can almost see the eye roll. Finish the presentation and take a shower. And for God's sake, eat something. "Or what?" I snark, getting up to shower. Or I'll tell Chan you drool in your sleep. "f**k you, Sammy." he laughs.
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