Chapter 1: 

Typical Sandara 

“I’m out. Let’s stop this, Dara.” 

“Okay.”

I immediately stop and hide at the back of the pillar the moment I heard the magic word: Sandara. I know, it’s so unmanly to eavesdrop but this is news! Sandara Park, the Ms. Perfect of College of Architecture and the Student Council President, is being dumped! I peeked and confirmed it was indeed, Sandara. With the boring brown coat. 

I look at the guy she’s secretly dating. Ohhh, Kim Jaejong from College of Engineering. I never knew they’re an item! Did they had a rumour that I didn't know or they just dated in silence? Wait, why I didn’t know they are an item! 

“W-What?” I saw Jaejong’s jaw clenched. Maybe he didn’t like what he heard. Well, if my girlfriend will tell me those same words and with those unbothered look, I’ll be really irritated too. “T-That’s it?” 

My eyes darted on Dara, who’s eyes looks so…blank and emotionless? Is she hiding the hurt she’s feeling? Or she’s just being real? I wan’t to see her priceless reaction!

“Are you expecting me to cry and beg, Jaejong” 

I almost blurted a laugh after hearing it. See? That’s The Sandara Park that I know! 

“A-Are you even serious, Dara?” 

“It’s your decision and I just agreed to that.” 

His lips parted. That was…hilarious! Jaejong started walking away. Furious as hell while my beloved friend, Sandara was still standing there, then eventually sighed. “Was it fun watching me being dumped?” 

There…I laughed so hard. I know it’s useless to hide. I started walking towards her, still laughing so hard. “Y-You…seriously, Sandara?!” 

“What?” she commented. “I know he will eventually get bored.” 

“Because you’re not trying your best to entertain him!” I exclaimed. “Dude, do you even like him?” I asked, following her. “Ne, when did you start dating? Wait, in what way did you two meet? Who—“

“Yes, I do like him. But the thing is, I need to—“

“—-focus on your studies and maintain your grades blah blah. Enough with that academic-s, dude. You’ll die early.” 

“And stop calling me ‘dude’ because we are not friends.” 

I gasped. Horrified. “See?” 

She look at me. “See what?”

“Your attitude!”

“Look, my attitude doesn’t matter and we are not friends but just ‘classmates’. Please know your stand, Kwon Jiyong.” 

“Winter is here. You should be the new Ice Princess and not Elsa.” I said. We are not entering the College of Architecture building. I greeted a lot of underclassmen while Sandara…well, she’s also being greeted by our underclassmen. She’s famous. Well, intelligent and Student Council. 

“I know, I know. Ice Princess.” I snorted. “Anyways, we should level-up from being ‘just classmates’ to ‘friends’.”

“Would you mind telling me the reason why?” 

“Aah, because I’m your handsome classmate?” 

Her bored eyes met mine. “Would you mind giving me a more factual and valid reason?” 

I laughed. “Oh! Because I’m famous? I could help in your Student Council s.” 

“Excuse me, Student Council isn’t ‘’.”

"And me being handsome is a fact." I rolled my eyes. “I’m not technically saying that the Student—never mind, never mind.” 

This is just part of my ‘daily routine’: to annoy Ms. Perfect Sandara Park. We’ve been classmates since our first year in Architecture. But the thing is, we are not close. I mean, we talk a lot (because I’m the only who can say those words towards her) but we are not close. You know, the thin line between ‘friends’ and ‘classmates’. We’ve been classmates yet she don’t consider me her ‘friend’. Is she even normal? I mean, being classmates since freshmen, we should be technically friends! 

“So, this is our last year, huh.” I commented. Damn! At last! “I can’t wait to graduate and work!” 

Sandara stopped and faced me, making me gasp. Dude, she look a bit pretty in a split second. Her eyebrows furrowed and with clenching fist, said to me the words I’ve been hearing since first year: “I will graduate with grades higher than yours.”

I chuckled. “Suit yourself, Sandara.” 

“And please, call me ‘Dara.”

“Dude, your name is so beautiful—“

“Oh, shut up. Everyone calls me ‘Dara’ and you shouldn’t be the only exception.” 

“Ya-da, San-Da-Ra.” I teased. “And please, stop saying that you will graduate with higher grades than me. I mean, you’ve been the best in our class since then.” 

“I know but you don’t understand.” 

I just shrug and went to my seat. Typical Sandara.