Chapter 18
Seoul, South Korea
~Phoebe~
Sometimes talking to him was easy, like right now. Things were smooth and effortless. Natural even.
Other times he was like the bane of my existence. Driving me up a wall. Making me want to slam my face through a computer screen. He was like riding a rollercoaster that wouldn't let me get off it.
You say you game? What's your gamer tag, let me what you've got." He asked like he was fishing for answers.
"What, can't you find it on your own? Mister Resourceful?" I teased since he found my schedule he can find my tag.
"So feisty, what games do you even play" I could see the condescending smirk resting on his face.
"MMORG's and sometimes First person shooter games." His face widened with shock for only a moment, he quickly corrected it, bring him back to the cold aloof face he carries on him like fine makeup.
"No way, what MMORPG?" He sounded a little more enthusiastic than I think he meant too.
"A Korean Odessey"
"No shit, so do I. Maybe we're in-game friends? Come on, tell me your tag." He pushed again he has a slight smile on his lips.
"Nope, ask who ever helped with my schedule to find my tag. If you get right, maybe I'll accept an invitation from you." I gave him a sweet mocking smile.
"Your loss if we played together, your rank would go up substantially, I'm sure." He stated proudly and I had to hide the burst of laughter that threatened to rip from my throat.
Oh man. He thinks he can raise my rank.
I take the number 1 spot in ranking.
"Oh, yeah, sure. I'm a weak damsel of a character and need you to help me build up my stats and grind XP with me, I could only be so blessed." I acted dramatically closing my hands together and pretending to plead.
He laughed. "If you don't want my help that's fine. Maybe you're just too embarrassed because you're ranked so low. It's okay, I won't think bad of you." He was playing at my pride.
And honestly, it was almost working.
Almost.
Maybe I'll let him think I'm a low level and shit on him in a dual. Show his prejudice ass what girl is capable of.
"Fine, as long as you promise. I'll get on tonight and give you, my tag. Hmm?" I'll make a character after class and farm XP and level her up quick enough to be believable. Shouldn't take long, I have my main I can run alongside her to make it faster,
"You mean it?" He raised one of his brows and narrowed his eyes with skepticism.
Definitely. The little devil on my shoulder laughed maniacally at my devious trickery.
"Yeah, why not? Can't hurt to get help, right?" I asked, I was trying to sound nonchalantly, but his expression rested on something I couldn't read.
He checked his watch and said "Class is about to start, and finance is in another building across campus, I'll pick you up out front." He turned and walked away before I could argue or reject him.
"He's so pushy." I turned and walked in the classroom.
I was the first one in class.
I got to pick my seat. I decided the third row to the left was the best seat in the lecture hall. It doesn't attract to much attention, it doesn't scream 'pay attention to me' like the front row, and 'I'm a bad kid' like the back row.
When the people started piling in, Analysis and Algebra was a more integrated class with people who had other majors.
Which I think is a good way to mix the departments allowing for good exposure to different people, thoughts, and all walks of life.
As people started taking their seat, I heard them talking about beauty rankings. I was a bit confused until a boy dropped into the seat next to me.
"Aren't we blessed we've got two of the school's beauty queens in this class. How did we manage that." He said in a semi-girlie accent.
I looked over at him confused and surprised he was speaking in English. "What are you talking about? And how did you know I speak English?"
I got a good look at him he had pink hair and wore white jeans and a baby blue sweater with a pink heart in the center.
Wow, so adorable, I felt giddy looking at him.
"I freaking love your sweater, is it new? Do you think they still have one in stock?" I jumped at him.
"Wow, you should ask my name before trying to copy my fashion." He used a teasing tone.
"Oh my God, you're right, I'm so rude." I put my hand out for him to shake and smiled "I'm Phoebe Park, Computer Graphic Design and Development. And you are?"
He smiled "Charmed, I'm Hyung Jun Oh. Coding and Cyber security."
"That's a pretty cool field to study in. So, we're in the same department.
"Yes, girl. Oh my god, I can't believe I'm sitting with the department beauty and the tie for campus goddess!" He yelled.
"What are you talking about? Campus and department beauties?"
"Girl, have you not seen the school's billboard page?" He jumped with urgency at me. Ready to tell me all the tea.
"You are in a running tie for campus beauty with that girl." He pointed to a beautiful woman sitting on the other side close to the back. Her beauty was sharp and clean, practiced even.
"That's cool, what's her name?"
"Kim Sang-hee. She's a sophomore, majoring in some kind of medicine. But she's been campus beauty with no contest since her first day. That was until you showed up." He smiled at me leaning back in his chair.
He pulled out his phone and showed me the vote.
We were tied.
"You think I'm really that pretty?" I couldn't believe it, but then again, I'm from a city where super models are born and bred.
"Yes, Oh god girl, you're so hot, arguably hotter than Kim Sang-hee." He waved his hand dramatically like a fan.
"Stop, you're ridiculous." My face might be pretty, but the scars on my body tell a different story. I'll never be the kind of beautiful that Kim Sang-hee girl is.
"I'm not, and just wait, I bet you'll take the cake. Plus, you're so much more down-to-earth than her. She's such a royal biotch." He clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes.
I giggled "You're funny. Do you do standup? Or is this impromptu?"