I had been staring at the board for quite sometimes. All I saw was Mrs. Lee who was teaching chemistry, the numbers, symbols and formulas. But I got zero. None get into my mind. NONE.

Minhee and YoungEun’s words had been revolve around my head for I don’t know, thousands time I guess. More than the total earth revolves around the sun.

“Don’t you feel weird that he didn’t contact at all?”

“What if he…. You know.”

Well, I have to admit. I do feel weird when he didn’t contact me at all.

Not exactly at all. He did contact me AT FIRST.

On, the first day he leaved for Korea, he called me that night when he arrived in Los Angles and we had a great chat.

On the second day, he texted me, telling me that his schedule has started and he will be busy. Well, at least he did text me.

On the third day? My phone not even vibrated but I assumed that he was busy.

BUT  NOW?

It’s been two weeks since the last day I received his text. I’ll try my best to avoid all the bad thought. I keep on telling myself to think positive. The only way I can find out about him is my scrolling the twitter, reading the updates about B.A.P.

“Ms. Kim?”

“Neh?” I looked at the caller. Ah, doom!

“I have calling your name for almost five times. Now, please give the answer for question no.2.” She said, fuming.

Day dreaming in Mrs. Lee’s classes the last thing in Do-List. Lion!

I read the question. The empircal formula. ! I totally forget the way to calculate it. I bit my lower lips.

“B.” someone whisper.  I glanced on my left; it’s Minhee who was giving me the answer.

“It’s B Mrs. Lee.” I answered her. She nodded. “Okay sits down. Next time if I caught you space out again, this loving chalk will fly straight hit your forehead. Understand?”

I nodded and sat down.  “Thanks for saving me.” I said. Minhee just smiled and nodded. “Not a problem at all.”

“I heard someone had been caught daydreaming by Mrs. Lee this morning.” YoungEun said.

“Shut up.”  I muttered, scooping some ice cream. “I’m just saying duh.”

We’re currently at the ice cream shop. Well, it’s part of our routine to have some ice cream before heading home. But right now, this ice cream in front of me is no longer interesting. That guy who now probably sleeping on his comfortable warm hotel bed is keep appear in my head. I sighed heavily.

“Is something wrong? It’s about him isn’t it?” Minhee asked. I nodded, slowly.