I was kicked out of class for spacing out and not paying attention to the so interesting topic Mr. Yoon was discussing. I dragged my legs to the detention room, and I found some students there. As usual, I haven’t made an eye contact, and I sat as far as possible. 

I am already in a bad mood, and I don’t want them to add something to my misery by throwing some shady comments. I didn’t know why a smile crept my lips when I saw Minho. 

Is it a satisfactory smile? 

I think it is. 

He was clearly avoiding me. 

He stood and changed his seat. 

I put my head on the desk and my head is back to those pictures. 

Is it just me? 

Am I making this all up?

That’s a possibility I am sticking to, and hoping it to be true. If not, I am doomed. 

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I am back.

Mom was there. 

And the first thing she asked me about was Hyungwon. 

“Seriously, mom?”

“What?” She had a fake smile. “Can’t I ask you about your friends?”

“Well, you definitely can, if I had some!” I walked to the stairs, after I shrugged off the idea of discussing the pictures. I thought this is not a good time and she will skillfully change the subject and never give me what I want. 

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It was near midnight when my phone rang. I frowned as I looked at the clock. It is too late and it is rare. 

Who’s gonna call me in this hour? 

I climbed my bed and looked at the screen. ‘Hyungwon’ 

Who the hell gave him my number? And who even named him? 

“You did this, right?” I picked up, fuming. “How dare you even intrude my life like this?”

“Normal people would say hi and talk with a normal volume.”

I am nearly screaming because he makes me really angry. I can’t see his motives and I am sure it is not like he is into me or something. I can always feel it, and people always seemed uninterested. 

“Sadly, I am enlisted in anything that is normal.” I stood, heading to mom’s room to give her a lecture about asking me before giving my number to someone like Hyungwon. Is my mom’s sixth sense disappeared? How can’t she feel that he is lying!

“Yeah, you are one extraordinary girl.” I rolled my eyes at his sarcasm. But as I walked further, I was able to hear his voice from another place other than the phone. I took the phone off my ear and listened carefully.

I peeked from the stairs and he was ing there, next to mom. 

What is going on in this world? 

I decided not to show my anger in mom’s presence. He smiled from an ear to ear when he saw me. I had to fake a smile as I dug my fingers in his arm, dragging him out of the room. 

“Aw,” I heard mom’s voice and I grimaced. 

As we were in the garden and I made sure mom was only looking at us through the glass window but not being able to hear us, I took a deep breathe. “Look, I don’t know what game you’re playing or what is you want to achieve, but I would suggest you do it with someone else.”

He spoke with narrowed eyes as his hands were buried in his pockets. “Wait, are you suggesting something?”

“No, I am not.” I sighed as I looked at his mischievous eyes. “One, I am not good with conversation, so, two, I am going to make this real quick, and I require you to do what I tell you to.”

He shrugged. “Whatever you want,”

For a moment, I paused and changed my mind. I was gonna tell him that I am not a person he can hang out with. I am not someone he can be-friend with so easily. I am not normal and nothing in my life is normal and he better be as far away as possible. 

But since he said it with his own mouth, I am going to take this chance. “Okay, first let’s start with this. What did you mean when you said that my parents tell me nothing.”

He threw his head to the back in a loud, flourish laughter. “Did I say something funny?”

“You didn’t, but it is cute how curious you are, and very straight-forward.”

I rolled my eyes. He will invade my house, annoy me all day but he will never take me seriously. 

He his lips. “That’s something you should ask your parents, not me.” 

It is not news to me that they do hide something from me. But the question is how can I ask them? 

I can’t just go to them and ask if they’re hiding something from me. As I think about it, it is not a bad idea. I will be able to uncover many things by simply asking them. He just said that I am straight-forward. Am I? I don’t even know. 

Now, let’s organize my thoughts.