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He stares at me with a straight face. A huff escapes his plump lips. "Leave or-" I cut him off smoothly. "-Or what?" I ask curiously, raising my eyebrows. 100% dedicated to the conversation. The stranger chuckles bitterly, "Or I'll pour these noodles..." He pauses, his eyes rake over my form, drinking me in. He lifts the container filled with pasta. With his free hand, he points at my lap. "On your skirt." A sarcastic chuckle escapes my lips. "You wouldn't." I reply confidently. He sighs. "I warned you," he states before I realize he's pouring noodles on my uniform. The contents slowly slid down my skirt from the container. I gasp as I feel eyes on me. I know in this moment the entire lunch room has witnessed this tragedy. "Are you serious?" I whisper exasperation seeping through my tone. He smirks slightly as his eyes find mine, "I told you." He turns back in his seat smugly. © Toolitkpop
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