Will You Hear My Heart?

Like music, I can sad and beautiful. Like rain, my love comes slowly, then all at once. But if my heart beats loudly and you don't hear it, then does it exist? coypright (C)


5. First's

Dawn's P.O.V.

The temperature was getting colder and colder with each passing day. I was beginning to be late for school. Quickly, I combed my dark brown, straight hair, brushed my teeth and changed into my uniform. I made a mental note to take out my winter jacket when I came home. For the mean time, I slipped on the lavender sweater over my uniform and headed for the door. The outside welcomed me with a cold slap in the face.


Finally arriving to school, I could here all the noise from the fangirls all the way across the street. Either Infinite finally arrived at school or One Direction decided to chose our school and host a suprise concert just for us. I almost laughed at how ridiculous the latter sounded. It must be Infinite. I headed to my locker only to find Hoya beating me there. Although you couldn't see them, his fangirls were hanging around everywhere. I could feel their eyes piercing right through me. How do these guys get used to it?

"Look, today at lunch, you are going to sit with me and the rest of Infinite. I don't care if I have to drag you there myself," he said.

"Ok, fine," I replied. I turned the lock on my locker like I had for the past three and a half years. Five, Twenty-three, sixteen. I took of the sweater and hung it inside, grabbed my science textbooks, then closed it shut.

"You will? Just like that? I thought you wouldn't want to after what happened yesterday. I had the whole speach ready and everything," said Hoya.

"Yes, really. This may be my one chance to be friends with Mason again." My chance to understand what exactly goes through your head.

"And hopefully more than friends," said Hoya to himself. I blushed a bit. The first warning rang. "See you at lunch?"

"You bet," I replied punching his arm lightly. Before he left, he punched me right back. When I arrived in science class, I took my usual seat in front of the teacher's desk. I placed my backpack on the empty seat beside me. I decided to rest my head on the desk. Maybe I could get a bit of shut eye while the teacher wasn't here. but it's not like it would have mattered anyways. No one wanted to pay attention in his class. Maybe I was the only one. But today was execption. The class went silent. I looked towards the door and saw Mr. Seathem's small figure walking through the door. I felt bad for him. At the age of 35, he was already balding. His short did not help him. Instead of sitting up straight, class material neatly organized on my desk, I just looked away. Oh, look at my attempt at rebelling!

"Good morning class," said Mr. Seathem. Without responding, I just rested my head on the desk. And the rebelling continues."It looks like we have a new student at Woollim High School. Why don't you come inside and introduce yourself?"

Slowly, footsteps came closer and closer into the classroom. I turn my head to see who it is. I wish I hadn't done that. There he was, standing right in front of me. Underneath his blonde and light pink hair, his dark brown eyes scanned the room. His eyes finally landed on mine.

"Hello class. My name is Joseph Lawson, but I prefer to be called L.Joe," he said with a warm smile. "Please look over me kindly."

"Ok, L.Joe. Please find a seat," asked Mr. Seathem. Please not me, please not me, please not me, I silently begged. I stood my backpack up on the seat so it seemed as though it was already taken. I turned around the class and saw several empty seats in the back. "You know what? I don't think you'll be able to concentrate on the lesson if you sit in the back."

"So you think I should sit up front?" said L.Joe. Mr. Seathem nodded and he walked up to the desk next to me. "Do you mind if I sit?"

What do you think? I wanted to say. Instead I took my backpack off the chair and placed it on the ground.

"Hi, I'm L.Joe," he said.

"I know," I responded. "If you don't mind, I'd like you to stay quiet for the duration of the class."

"Hey, that's not a nice way to treat the new student," said L.Joe.

"Okay class, turn to page 317 in your textbooks. Dawn, please share yours with L.Joe for now. Today, we're going to talk about balancing chemical equations," said Mr. Seathem. After a long 75 minutes of science, the bell finally rang. "Ok, you're dismissed. Don't forget to do the homework questions."

"L.Joe, follow me after class. I have something to give you," I said, tapping him on the shoulder. I looked down and saw his notebook filled with the answers to the questions. "You're done the work?!"

"What can I say? Science comes easily to me," he responded shrugging his shoulders. Getting up, we made our way to my locker. I turned the combo and opened it up, revealing the contents of my locker.

"Here. This belongs to you," I said handing him the lavender hoodie. Shrugging, he handed it back.

"It's okay. You can have it," he said.

"Why? it's yours," I replied.

"It looks like you need it more than I do," he said looking into my locker. "No jacket. And don't worry. I'm not seeing you as some kind of charity. Plus, I think purple looks better on a girl."

This is the first time a boy has ever..." I said cutting myself off.

"The first time a boy has given something of his to you? Just think of it as a present from a friend," L.Joe said smiling. I placed the hoodie in the locker and closed it shut.

"Friend? I barely know you."

"What are you talking about? I brought you home, we're science buddies, and I was even your boyfriend once," he said.

"For the record, you were pretending," I clarified. This guy really is something.

"Give me your phone," L.Joe told me.

"Why should I give it you?" I asked.

"Because I want to be your friend. Isn't that what friends to? Exchange each others numbers?" he said innocently. Giving in, I took a chance and handed him my cellphone. Content with my reaction, he took out his phone too and exchanged the numbers himself. Handing it back to me, I placed it in my back pocket.

"Look at that. We're each other's firsts," he said. The smile hadn't left his face.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Consider yourself lucky. You're the first girl to ever get my phone number. Also, you're number is the first I've ever got from a girl."

"Oh, really? I'm honoured," I said with a hint of sarcasm.

"Yep. Also, I happen to be the first guy to give you such a personal present. It's not just a sweater. It's the sweater I wore when we first met," he said proudly.  "Hey, do you think I can sit with you at lunch?"

"Oh, I'd love to, I really would, but today I'm sitting with Infinite," I said.

"Infinite? Oh, you mean the seven flower boys from the café? I heard a bunch of girls squelling about them the second I entered the school this morning," replied L.Joe. "If you're going to eat with them, then I'll go with you," he said, slinging his long arm around my shoulder. Shocked by the sudden motion, I froze for a second. It felt weird, but right at the same time. The next bell rang and it was time to head to the next class. "What room are you in now?" he asked.

"Um, I'm in room 407, French class," I said.

"Hey look! me too! I have a feeling this is going to be the start of a beautiful friendship."

"If you say so. By the way, you sounded a tad bit cocky a while ago," I said as we made our way to class.

"It happens. It's part of my charm," said L.Joe, a small smirk surfacing his face.


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