It's funny how you know someone so well and that person doesn't even know you existed on the same planet, in the same town and in the same school. 

That was me at the ripe old age of 16 with shoulder-length hair and geeky frames on my nose. Couple that with an enormous backpack and over-the-knees skirt and you would get the complete package of a nerd in school. That's me alright. 

Then there was Seunghoon, the most popular senior in school, with a devil-may-care attitude and a I'm-too-cool4-skool look. Couple that with a cheeky grin and a big talent for dancing and you would get the complete package of a kingka in school. That was him alright. 

I was always in the background being the communal wallflower and he was always in the spotlight followed by fervent fangirls everywhere. I would huddle in the library while he does his thing in the dance studio. I would be just a little black spot in the audience whereas he would be the shining star on stage. 2 different souls in vastly different stratospheres. 

I didn't really pay much attention to him and he obviously didn't know of my existance in school. Until that fateful day. 

"Ouch! Stop hitting me! Let go!" That was my usual ordeal in the female toilet. Most of the time I just took it quietly but that day was the last straw. "Your dad ran off with his mistress right? Well I'm not surprised especially if your mother looks anything like you," my eyes stung with salty tears as laughter echoed through the toilet. That was it. I erupted like a volcano, wanting to drown these bullies in my angry lava. I kicked, punched, bit and yelled like I never did before. 

But reality usually for people like me. No matter how much strength I mustered up from my anger, I could never win against 5 pairs of legs and arms and 5 mouths spewing vicious threats. Finally the ordeal stopped. Heaving deep breaths, they muttered more curses and threats and told me to hang myself like my mother did. Losers don't deserve to walk on the face of this planet according to their warped social theory. 

Limping to my locker, I refused to shed a single tear. I'm stronger than this and I'm better than them. The empty corridor never felt lonelier as I slumped to the floor in a heap. Then a pulsating beat could be heard. I dragged my beaten body to the source of the music and opened the doors of the dance studio. 

There he was, moving to the words of "Because of you". His every move brought out the pain in the lyrics and the agony of the singer's strained emotions. Dance was indeed music in action. Watching him dance brought out all my pent up emotions that I have never shown before. Through his movements, I could feel each and every bit of my sadness and frustrations being pulled out of my soul, laying bare for me to see. I could hide no more. 

I snapped out of my reverie when silence took over. He stared at me through the mirror with an indescribable look on his handsome face. I stared back at him with my bruised and tear-stained face. I gripped the sides of my skirt and ran away into the darkness of the corridor.