Chapter 4: WITH HIM
When she glared at him with her crimson-turning cheeks, the way he looked into her eyes for a movement, She felt a sensation of butterflies in her stomach, and She couldn't help but turn her head away,
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By the time they reached the gate after the school got over. Grace halted and started to peek at someone.
He was a-dazzle with wonder over a friendly smile. His mountain peak cheekbones appeared chiseled into shape by a master craftsman. They were of such sharp contours, it looked as if they were sculpted and pared to perfection. With eyes as bright and spellbinding as lode stars, they bewitched all those who fell under his steady gaze. They were a sparkle with mirth and shone like two eternity-blue jewels wrought in snow. He was indeed handsome.
Grace was lost in her thoughts during her English class and struggled to focus on the lesson. As she doodled on the desk, she couldn't help but think about her bed, which was her sanctuary and provided her with a sense of comfort and safety. " In the brilliance of my afternoon laziness, I decided that daydreaming about my bed wasn't silly at all.
Unfortunately, I had forgotten my notebook so I began to doodle on the prehistoric thing called a desk. Knowing that writing an ode to my wonderful bed on another piece of furniture was loaded with irony, I hesitated to commemorate my bed on this horrible, and unworthy desk. Since I was out of paper and out of options I shrugged my shoulders at my hesitations and began my ode to my bed " Grace was thinking in her mind. She rubbed her eyes and looked up at her teacher, hoping to catch his eye. But instead of a warm smile, she found a malicious interruption that jolted her back to reality. She muttered something about an unnecessary love, feeling embarrassed and unsure of herself. The teacher's question about Park-Young's poem, "She walks in beauty, like the night. Of Cloudless climes and starry nights..." prompted her to break the spell she was under. Suddenly, she understood what the prophet of the desk had meant all along. She tried to answer the question as best she could, hoping to satisfy her teacher's curiosity.
But his response was not what she expected. "This time you got to flee but there will be next, straight to the principal's office," he said in a loud, rattling voice. Grace had always been interested in literature, and it was one of her greatest passions. Despite this setback, she remained captivated by the power of literature and the way it could transport her to different worlds.
During lunch, Grace found herself at the football court, where she encountered Park-Young and Seok-Joon. Seok-Joon complimented Grace's beauty, causing Park-Young to become defensive and cold towards her. Despite this, Park-Young accepted a water bottle from Grace, which left her feeling shaken and nervous. Ji-ah appeared, inviting them to a concert show. Grace and Park-Young declined the invitation, citing various reasons for not being able to attend. Ji-ah and Seok-Joon exchanged malicious glances, leaving Grace wondering about their true intentions and motives.
Grace was feeling puzzled by a mysterious movement, which made her hesitate to ask for help. She worried that she would be a bother to the person she had in mind. Park-Young noticed her distress and tried to be helpful, but ultimately seemed distant and uninterested. Ji-ah and Seok-Joon were hoping to receive some kind of response from him. However, he just stared back at them with a blank expression, as if he was somewhere else mentally. They continued to stare at him for a while, but eventually, Park-Young broke the silence and said, "Okay fine, I will go." He smiled at them, trying to hide his true feelings, and went in the opposite direction.
Grace's intuition sensed something was wrong as if they were planning something without her knowledge. But despite her concerns, she felt happy to see them getting along.
Later, Park-Young and Grace were sitting on a bench together, with Park-Young feeling exhausted and sweating after a match. He wanted to take a break and rest for a while. As they sat there, every girl around them was watching Grace and Park-Young with envy and jealousy. Grace noticed their angry expressions and realized that multiple girls were giving her dirty looks from across the playground. But she didn't let their negativity affect her, as she knew that they were just jealous of her being with Park-Young.
Park-Young looked into Grace's eyes and asked her softly, " Do you find them annoying as well?" She replied with a grin, " Yeah, they would probably kill me in any minute." His smile was a sealed envelope, and he said, " Want me to help you?" while raising his eyebrows. Confused, Grace replied, "No, I think I can do it myself." After that, to her surprise, he asked for her phone number and address, saying that he would pick her up from her house. His smile was as cold and lovely as frost on a windowpane, and it made her heart skip a beat. She gave him her phone number and address, and as he walked away, she couldn't stop thinking about his charming and irresistible smile, which was like a sudden beam of sunlight illuminating the darkest corners of the room.
With Park-Young by her side, Grace felt confident and happy. Despite being new to Korea, she was excited to explore and enjoy her time there. And with Park-Young as her guide and protector, she knew she was in good hands.
Grace was eagerly anticipating the upcoming concert and had returned to her home to prepare for it. As soon as she got home, she immediately started searching for dresses, heels, necklaces, and other accessories that would make her stand out at the event.
Grace took her time and carefully considered every detail of her outfit. She thought about which dress would look best on her and which pair of heels would complement her dress. She also considered different hairstyles that would match her outfit perfectly. She was determined to make a good impression on Park-Young, the object of her affection, and wanted to look her absolute best.
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