next day you had managed to wake up with a smile on your face somehow. You had
spent half the night crying, because you had blown your opportunity to confess
your feelings to Jinyoung, and in the process, you were sure you had broken his
heart. At first you didn’t realize why you had lied to him and hurt him so
much, when all you wanted was to be with him that night. Then in the middle of
the night, the realization hit you. You couldn’t give up your dream job for
him, when it hadn’t even started, and you would never ask Jinyoung to give up
his life for you. Logistically, there was no way the relation would work, and
your brain had been protecting your heart when you told him you didn’t love
“What the hell did I do to deserve this?” I groaned, tossing the pointed wooden stick in my hand into the trash bin next to me. My hands, encased in a pair of plastic gloves, were sweating to an unhealthy degree, I was getting a headache from the swell of noise across the dining hall as an endless stream of families came in to register their kids, and my mind was already preoccupied with the idea of having to teach my first acting class later that afternoon. All of that would have been enough to make me miserable, but on top of all that, for the next hour I was in charge of the dreaded lice check for at least a hundred squirmy kids.
“Well, you poked that one kid in the scalp about five minutes ago, that probably deserves some kind of karma,” Josh said with a shrug, leaning further against the wall behind him and taking a long sip of coffee.
“Which one? I did that with at least half of them,”