“How do you know that I was here, Ji?” I said, tampering with my skateboard. “Do you have telepathic powers? Because if you do, I would freak.”

Jiyong gave a playful smile, rubbing the nape of his neck. “Nah. I was about to drop by home and saw someone familiar. I’m a life savior, aren’t I?” He gleamed, straightening the crease of his white shirt. “I’m not blind. I saw you with that cigarette box.”

“Yeah, yeah,” I groaned, cracking my knuckles. “I didn’t take a puff. I’m not screwed.”

“You’re screwed.” Jiyong subtly rolled his eyes, studying the bruises sprawled all over my arm. The crooked smile and twinkling eyes was self-explanatory. “So, screwed girl, what’s the brilliant plan after all of these bull- drama?”

“Seoul High with Byunghun.”

“Genius.” Jiyong clapped by a beat, wearing a sarcastic smile. “Adding to the pile, are we?”

“We sneaked out.”

“What are you going to do in Seoul High? Beg your way in?”

I glanced at my watch, realizing the time. An uncertain feeling gripped my heart. In our lives, we make mistakes. At some point, it becomes a repetitive pattern. As crude as this sound like, my world has officially ed its way up.

“Thanks for the suggestion, Ji,” I smirked. “That might work.”

“You’re a mess in the head,” he responded, throwing his leather jacket in my arms. “Cover those bruises up or I’ll personally drag you to the clinic.”

L.Joe and I stood behind the concrete wall of Seoul High.

Our eyes wandered to the surrounding. Students were still cooped up in their respective classes. I've had my palm, smacked across my forehead, while etching a disbelief expression. Every single classroom were giving their full, utmost attention to the homeroom teacher. Not a single student was misbehaving. Not a single student has their heads on the table, not even enticed to sleep or drool over their desks. Pages of books rustled in that deafening, studious environment. The teacher’s voice rang clearly across the hallway. All that was heard was strict silence. 

However, one of the classrooms bustled in excitement.

The excitement was all about – upcoming examinations and scoring well for the preliminaries. How flipping boring.

“Welcome home!” I snickered, sarcasm dripping in my voice. “I’m going to be sick. How did they survive, pretty boy?”

"Woollim Boarding School looks like heaven now. With rainbows and unicorns. Freaking rainbows and unicorns,” L.Joe retorted, crouching behind the vending machine. I stooped low, nodding my head in agreement. A heavy sigh slipped off from his lips. “How the hell do they get the excitement from Math and Biology?”

“That stuff is pure torture,” I chimed in, weaving an annoyed look on my face. I have had enough of pretending to be the studious nerd. “What’s the plan, genius? Are you thinking of camouflaging yourself by the vending machine till dismissal? Because honestly, pretty boy, we’re not doing a good job in blending in.”

"Yeah, what's up with you and leather jackets?" L.Joe gave a questioning look, rolling up the sleeves of his own black leather jacket. "You didn't tell me that we're in for the couple look."

"We learned about the distance between earth and the moon right?"

"What about it?" L.Joe scratched his blonde hair, looking slightly stiff.

"It's far isn't it?"

"Yeah so?" he blinked, confusion smeared to his sharp-featured face. 

"Apply that to your opinion," I hissed back, the tint of crimson red emerging on my cheeks. "Leather jacket is the in thing, Byung-hun. I would rather not wear anything that is of couple related looking with you."

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