Concho

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Konkho sat on the windowsill in the empty hallway, one leg propped up on the radiator, the other dangling over the edge. Classes had long since started, but he didn't care. A track he wasn't even listening to played in his headphones. His gaze was fixed on the door of the classroom across the hall. There, behind the thin wall, sat she. Tenth grade. A straight-A student. A girl with a straight back and perpetually lowered eyelashes.

He knew her schedule better than his own. He knew that after second period she went to the library, and after fourth, to the cafeteria, where she sat by the window and ate an apple, cutting it into slices. He knew that she walked home through the park because she was afraid to go around the garages. He knew, but he never approached her. He just watched. And got angry.

She walked out of the office with a stack of notebooks. Her uniform fit perfectly, her hair pulled back into a ponytail, a dot of ink on her cheek. Konho clenched his teeth. Something hot and angry welled up inside him. He hated this feeling. He hated that she didn't even notice his gaze following her. Didn't see how he changed when she was around. Didn't understand that all his barbs were just for her. With others, he was simply silent or hit. But with her, he spoke. Because he didn't know any other way.

She drew level with him, not looking up. Notebooks in hand, thoughts on the test. Konkho pushed off the windowsill, blocking his path.

— Do you even know that I’m not dropping out of school because of you, straight-A student?