It all started with talks, more of rumors. Second year in high school was just about to start when the talks of a new kid in town started spreading. I didn’t really pay attention to it that much until I saw him myself – he was wearing baggy clothes, short hair with bangs covering his eyes most of the time so I’m not really sure how his eyes looked like, he also got large headphones, and smooth skin that almost resembled that of a pearl which I find quite gay. He was skateboarding, doing some tricks that made the girls from my school giggle.

It should have relieved me. Although being the school’s pretty boy got some perks, but having all the girls giggling everytime I walk past them was pretty tiring, especially when they don’t even qualify as a fling. But I was too distracted to even feel relieved that the girls have now a different subject to ogle at. I was distracted with his face. He was too pretty for a guy and it’s a bit nerve wracking.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not confused of my preference. I may not sure of everything in my life like the name of the older girl I went out with yesterday – was it Sulji or Soree? I’m not really sure. If there was one thing in my life I’m sure of, that is my preference: girls.

But this new kid. . . there’s just something about him that perked my interest. It’s probably because of his pretty face, too pretty for a guy if I may add. He rarely talks to anyone and he prefers to be called D, like the fourth letter in the American alphabet. It would explain the baggy clothes and large headphones. He was obviously a hip hop fan. Being nicknamed as D or Dee sounded much of hip hop. He didn’t hang out with any students from school as well as he got his own crew, to which I termed as the skaterboys.

Then, he started courting Suzy Bae, my ex fling just as we entered third year of high school. The thing is, Suzy was still after me. Not in an obvious way. She’s a snob, usually cold-hearted and proud person. It was a blow to her ego when I tossed her aside for Sulli. Or was it Sohee? Yeah, I have a thing for girls with names starting in S. Well, Suzy still texts me or talks to me with that signature bad girl smirk of hers, taunting me – no, tempting me to get back to her.

“You know what?” she had said one day when I was on my way home from classes and she was tagging along. “I think you’re gay. If you were straight, you wouldn’t switch from one girl to another. Girls simply don’t satisfy you because we are not what you prefer.”

I rolled my eyes and stopped, flashing a cocky smile at her. “Just tell me what you want, Suzy. What would it be, hmm?” I whispered huskily. “A kiss? No, that would not be enough, wouldn’t it? How about we go to my place? Or maybe yours?”

She stepped closer, that bad girl smirk of hers back on place. Our faces were inches apart and I could just smell her perfume and her fresh breath. “How about we start with a kiss first, hmm? Take things slow then build it up?”

I smirked knowingly and tilted my head to the side. I was closing the distance between our faces when I heard a loud surprised gasp. I straightened up and looked around. It was him, looking at us with wide eyes, a bouquet of flowers in one hand. I stood stunned for a moment. It was probably the first time I’ve seen his eyes that clearly. I can’t help but stare – he got to have the softest brown eyes I’ve ever laid eyes on. Catching myself staring and stunned by his eyes, I cleared my throat and turned my attention back to Suzy. “Your suitor’s here,” I informed Suzy with a smirk, nodding towards D.

“Don’t mind him,” she said, grabbed my head and kissed me full in the lips.

I felt a hand on my shoulder, gripping it tightly. I was then pulled away from Suzy followed by a punch on my face. “What the - !” I sputtered. I straightened up, seeing red as Suzy was shouting something, but I could not quite discern what it was as blood was pounding in my ears. I haven’t been punched before; at least I don’t allow anyone to do so.

It surprised me to see D glaring at me. I never thought he would be this. . . small. But man, he punches like a giant. He was about to attack again but I was able to dodge it. I grabbed his wrists and asked, “What’s your problem?”

“You!” he hissed.

There was something off in the quality of his voice that surprised me. The skin in his wrists was too soft as well.

“The whole school knows I’m courting Suzy!” he spat, struggling to pull his wrists from my hold. “Why do you have to kiss her?!? You’ve been kissing and doing almost all girls from school! Leave her alone!”

He suddenly kneed me that took me by surprise. I bent over, clutching my middle, panting. Oh damn, he is so going to get it! As soon as the pain subsided, I straightened up. He then started pushing me, challenging me for a fight. I placed my hands on his chest, planning to push him away from me when we both froze. My eyes widened as I stared at my hands on his chest. I gave a small squeeze, making him gasp. I looked back at his face and saw him paled, his eyes wide as well.

It was then that I realized that Sandara Park, widely known as D is actually a girl.