I would rather be anything than average.

I thought about what L.Joe has mentioned. Skateboarding was one of the things that kept us together. A string that made the broken pieces, stay intact. As one freaking, solid piece. My thoughts range from friendship, holding on and to love. The voice in my head told me that he was trying to tell me something. Maybe, the headmaster was right. I needed someone to be by my side to stay sane. There were no words to make up for how troubled my mind has grown to be. I have officially gone insane.

Could it be that L.Joe understands me better than I do?
 

“Why are you stopping me from doing the things that I want to do, Byunghun?” I stated, finding it hard to think. “I’m not giving anything away, pretty boy. You’re over-reacting.”

“You’re taking your time to do something for that charming, striker-soccer player, dorm buddy of yours!” L.Joe reinstated, glaring at me. I flinched, having this feeling that my throat has been tightened. A fist wrapped around my throat. “Where’s the rebellious Park In-Na? Has she disappeared along into a whisk of thin air, just because she has attractive boys as her companion? Oh wait, I think so.”

“What the freak is wrong with you?”

“What the freak is wrong with you, In-Na?”

“I don’t give a damn about what everyone thinks. You told me to be extra careful about keeping my identity, Byunghun. I knew that I have no routes to escape. Misguided, somehow. Myungsoo wanted to make it up to me. He suggested it. It would make life easier if Park Niel and Kim Myungsoo have patched things up. We were broken. That line suffocates me. I couldn’t just tolerate this drama, pretending to be fine. It’s eating me up.”

“You could have just walked away, In-Na. Don’t let your heart ruin your mind,” L.Joe responded, frustration locked to his voice. He retreated. His look was no longer fixated on mine. “What about the whole idea of not growing attached to the boys here? What about you not giving a damn about how others thought of you?”

“Seriously, what is the matter with you?” I yelled, raking my wig-hair in a disheveled manner. “What do you want me to do?”

“I don’t know anymore, In-Na,” L.Joe said, defeated. “It feels like the person I once knew has been replaced.”

“I’m still the same!” I hissed, controlling the urge to break into tears. My heart flickered with silence. I didn’t want to lose whatever we have.

L.Joe walked away from me, ignoring my persistent calling. It was like, he has closed his doors to everyone. I didn’t like that our argument revolved aroun