Two choices: to runaway from reality or face the impending doom. It has only been a week and here I am – a total, complete failure in covering up my identity as Park Niel. I failed, all together. Tangled in between the clarity of both choices, I chose to cover up my face with the soccer ball that had effortlessly rolled its way towards my direction.

How desperate.

“Uh- don’t come close!” I panicked, wincing at the thought of sheltering my seemingly big head with that soccer ball.

Couldn’t my luck, get any more miserable? Irritation seeped right into my soul and I could barely look at him in the eye. I have to runaway. He would recognize me. My jersey being a total give-away, where the only thought embedded in my head was to leave in peace.

“Why can’t I?” he stammered, scratching his head in total confusion.

I clung on to hope, silently wishing that this boy would just leave me alone. He took a few steps forward, the distance between us grew unbearably close. I shuddered in embarrassment, pulling myself away from him.

The wind fused our breaths together, the fingertips of the night sky painted our two silhouettes. He continued moving forward, pulling the soccer ball away from my face. My hands towered my face almost instantly, glowering at his actions.

“Just, leave me alone.” I managed to retort, drawing steps away from him.

He rubbed the nape of his neck, where I caught a look of disbelief smeared across his face. Humor twinkled in his eyes.

“Afraid to break it to you but this is, my school ground. With that, I believe that you have no rights to be training in Woollim’s street soccer court. You’re a girl, and this is an all-boys boarding school. Why would a girl like you be training alone, right here in the middle of the night?"

He lightly snickered. His eyes were quick to catch on my intense, scowling expression.

“Thank you for filling me in. I’m making my leave. Just treat like you haven’t seen anything around here.” I grimaced, more than prepared to flee from the awkward scene. Like I said, just got real.

Out of all the humans that exist in our freaking beautiful world, I just had to bump into Kim freaking Myungsoo.

“You haven’t exactly answered my question, intruder,” he plainly accused, crossing his arms. His lips shaped into a daunting smirk, expecting me to reply to his list of questions. That smirk on his face - I would want to ram a soccer ball into that facial expression. How can someone be so attractive and downright annoying at the same time? How is that even possible?

Osculated by my own thoughts, I had the urge to kick the soccer ball into his face. Just taking my revenge on what he did to Park Niel, my alter ego. After all, he did ram my face during my arrival to this boarding school. I kicked the soccer ball, aiming towards his thigh. Score. His eyes widened in pain, where I found myself snickering at the sight.

He rubbed his thigh, gritting his teeth to suppress the impact from my powerful kick. “What the heck, what was that for?”

“First, you called me an intruder. Secondly, you didn’t leave me alone. Thirdly, you’re related to Kim Jae Rin,” I hissed.

I hate to admit but my inner wit has unleashed itself. My rebellious girl image has unknowingly being put out to display after a whole week of masking it. Myungsoo, without luck, just had to be my first venting victim.

“Yah, did you stalk me? How do you know about Jae Rin?” he muttered under his breath, trying to pull himself together. His eyes glistening under the night light. Right, my jabber mouth just had to change the subject to that she-devil. Plummeting into the deepest abyss, I have just buried my own grave.

I remained unmoved, silently cursing at my foolish ways. Not cool, Park In-Na. I walked away from him, pulling the soccer ball close to my chest. He realized that I was making my leave where he grabbed me by the wrist. Lifting my head to dart him a piercing glare, I felt that our eyes blended well in that spur of moment.

“Freak, let go!” I hissed, loosening my hand away from his strong, tightened grasp.

“Feisty soccer girl, do you have a crush on me?” he lightly smirked and his hands were still clasped to my wrist.

“Park In-Na-ssi?” His lips inching into a satisfied smile, realizing that my jersey’s name was in his view. I scorned in defeat, having that outrageously bold typography of my name, being plastered directly into his face. My emotions conflicted, squirming my way out of his deep gaze.

“God, you’re annoying. Why would I have a crush on you?” I kicked his leg – yet again, where he whimpered in pain.

“Why- that hurts, lady. I’m reporting you!” he whined dramatically, glaring at me in the process. “Y-you, why are you so worked up for!”

“Aw, Kim Myungsoo is a total tattletale!” I retorted with a sarcastic remark, brushing my hair away from my face. Realizing that I have just spilled out his name like I have known him for years, I began running away from the street soccer court. Biting my lips in utmost regret, it downed to Myungsoo that I knew – a little too much. His reaction came by a little late.

“You! How did you know my name?” he yelled across. I scurried away from that grave mistake. Definitely, screwed.