There was this boy at school. Nobody knew him, but everyone was curious. He rarely came to school, maybe once or twice every two weeks --not to class, but the principle's office exactly an hour each visit (the girls patiently counted seconds by seconds on the clock while our teacher monotously chalks math problems on the board). Every time his Cressida rolled up to the front gate, all the girls would swoon to windows as fast as lighting, stealing peeks at the boy. As for the male students, they were absolutely appalled by the fact that a boy unknown to the school could steal the hearts of every single girl on this campus. Yes, they were extremely jealous of his looks but mostly, his 1981 Toyota Cressida. I have yet to fall for this boy nor his luxurious car, I just didn't understand why he was so loved. 

'He must come from such a rich family!'

'Look at his stylish and well-combed hair!'

'Look at his well-tailored blue uniform, it compliments the muscles of his body....so well!'

'Look at his perfect and handsome face!'

'Look at his wheelchair!' 

Oh yeah, the boy couldn't walk. This led a gateway wide open for the male students to shout names and poke fun at the disabled boy, while the girls stood in silence because they knew loving a boy who couldn't walk would take too much time out of love. What hypocrites. As for me, I just didn't care. I sat in my desk, with pens in my hands as I solved the math problems no one else could. Why? Because I am Jung Soojung, the nerd of the school. I am oblivious to the swooning noises and the annoying laughters that they wastefully execute and the way th-

'JUNG SOOJUNG!'

My body froze. The noises stopped. The whole school turned quiet.

'I LOVE YOU!'

The pens from my hands fell onto the desk. One by one. I stopped breathing. I can feel the whole class, crowded against the windows, slowly turning their faces to my direction. Before I could even take in another breath, the entire class started shouting my name and the wheelchair boy's. Girls who I thought didn't know of my existence, ran to me and congratulated the beginning of my 'love life'. Singing childish love songs and screams of both male and female students took over the entire building. It was like a newly discovered New Year celebration. I sat in my desk without moving, my face burned bright red.

Who is this boy and how does he know me?