A Story About Buying A Classmate Once A Week の小説・ストーリー

I thought that he was not favored at home or was bullied by her brothers and sisters from childhood. It turned out that he had been in the army. No wonder I felt that his hands were rougher than other men. I grabbed the remaining cherries from James’ hand and said, “He bought them for me. Stop eating them.” James said, “What if I don’t stop eating?” While we were quarreling, a person came in front of the class. He was an acquaintance of us. It was Richard. Richard’s POV: As I entered the first class, I saw Ailina. I chuckled and greeted her. “Hello.”

"Then boss... What did they buy?" "The girl with a ponytail bought a very good guitar after she saved up her money for a long time... "Her classmate said that she only ate steamed buns to save money in school. Later, both of them bought good bamboo flutes in our stores." The boss seemed to be very satisfied with his products, and he didn't forget to praise the things in his store as he spoke. RK nodded.

"What am I even saying? I'm not your tutor anymore. We're just classmates," "Classmates?" He raises a brow, his jaw ticking. I nod. "Yeah, classmates." "Would a classmate get you items and give you a massage when you need it?" I swallow on nothing. "That was a period of vulnerability and I assure you it wouldn't happen again." Jason proceeds to smile. "Yeah, and would you ask a classmate to teach you how to be bad? Would a classmate call you sunshine?" "It's..." I press my lips together. "It's nothing. Some classmates are friends and they do things," I can't meet his eyes now. He smiles smugly and shrugs with one shoulder while I fight the blush.

The calm composure on her face cracked. "Even classmates can have coffee together. Won't you try it? It's your favorite." "No need. People change. I don't drink coffee anymore." I'd barely taken a few steps when I heard glass shatter behind me. But people and things that had nothing to do with me didn't deserve a second glance. We never saw each other again after that, though when I had dinner with Mom once, she mentioned Felix in passing. She said he was an idiot who got scammed and landed in prison. He wouldn't be out for years.

"I've been thinking, our love story turned tragic because we met at the wrong time. If we start from scratch, everything will be better. Now, I'm going to chase after you again as your classmate. With all my heart, I'm asking for another chance." I rolled my eyes. "You're nuts." "I won't give up!" Charles yelled from behind me. … The next day, before class, I noticed that my classmates in the hallway were acting weird. They were whispering to each other. I asked one of them, "What's going on?" The classmate gave me a serious look, seemed to hesitate, and then said, "Just go check out the big classroom." I had a sinking feeling and quickly got in touch with Brandon. I hurried to the big class

Story Submitted by a Friend. Enjoy! Just saying', this story is genuine. I just wanted to share it so much with someone. In my class, I had a "bestie" as you call it. But he was a boy. We were friends since 10th grade and just got closer over time.

I answered blankly as we walked. "Why did you buy that?" I smiled bitterly. "I have no intention of buying it. I just looked but I didn't expect to meet when my classmate was in college." I answer. "Then, what is that connection with your former classmate and the purchase of that dress!" He frowned at the question I couldn't help but be curious.

My smile widens and I drink the tea I've ordered. We started chit chatting and drinking our teas while I continued to steal glances to Patry. His friends are so loud and laughing together which is opposite to him, he's only nodding and drinking his tea. I wonder what he's thinking right now. I hope he's thinking of me, even when I know that he hates me. "When are you going to buy some things for school? I'm going to buy a new bag tomorrow. Classes will start in two weeks, duh?"

He chuckled before stepping away. I still stand there speechless as I trailed him walking away. *** From the start of the class until the evening when the class ended, I couldn't focus. Because, imagine, a douche who is an enemy to most of the nerds in the university suddenly called you not to hit you, but instead, he paid back the money he lent from you. Isn't that weird? No, it's VERY weird. It feels like a plot from one of the strange stories from a book that my big sister left in the living room that I accidentally read.

"Do you think the SAT is a joke? And you, Miss Nina Holiday, you hurt everyone's future by being late, then slandered an innocent student with false accusations! Do you have no shame?" Following the principal's roar, my classmates seemed to come back to their senses. They turned to Nina angrily. Nina's face turned pale, but she still tried to talk her way out of it. "I... I didn't mean to be that late! I went to buy lollipops for everyone. I... I did it out of the kindness of my heart!" Brock's expression was complicated. He and Nina grew up together. Ever since Nina transferred to our class a year ago, they became virtually inseparable.