“You’ve got trig on the second floor, right?” I asked while gathering my books, ready to go home.

She threw me a sad look and started pouting. “You should arrange your schedule as same as me!” she hit my shoulder, pouting.

I rolled my eyes and laughed when Hana started her drama. She slammed her head on the table and began sobbing.

I chuckled. What a drama queen, I thought.

She suddenly sat straight and faced me, “But I hate trig. You know, the lecturer?” she asked me, raising her eyebrows.

I hummed, “Professor Kim?” I answered. She nodded and rolled her eyes, “That Kim ing Namjoon,” she suddenly threw her fist in the air and I flinched.

“Woah! Chill girl,” I put both of my hand as surrender when she kept punching the air.

She gathered her books and stood up, leading the way to the door.

Hana didn’t stop badmouthing Professor Kim and I burst into laughter every time she commented on him. “You know, he is ing annoying, roaming in the class and he always attack me with questions. It is so frustrating, and one more thing – ” she paused.

“ – he always talk like a machine gun. He thinks he is a rapper, or what?” she scoffed annoyingly and threw a small kick on the wall beside her.

“Well, you are the one who chose him at the first place, didn’t you?” I snapped her and she gasped.

“I was crazy and my mind didn’t work so well at that time,” She blurted, tried to defend herself. I shook my head in return.

“I go home first, okay? Have fun with Prof.Kim,” I said, sticking out my tongue to Hana who was angry. She threw me a middle finger and mouthed a “ you”.

I walked along the hall way to stop by at my locker. Suddenly, I was greeted by a low whistle in the hall. I narrowed my eyes to the familiar boys, Koo Junhoe and Kim Jinhwan were loitering there.

A couple of prize jerks, I thought. I tried to ignore the whistle and their stares.

They thought being tackle and safety on