[Dara's POV]

When I was trooping back to class fuming, what I had done settled into my mind. I had just left my friends who stuck by me through thick and thin for Jiyong, who clearly wasn't part of that equation. Doubts that began to fill my mind cleared once I saw Jiyong resting fitfully on his desk. Sighing, I plopped down next to him and brushed the sticky strands of hair away from his forehead.

He had gone back to sleep.

When a tiny frown formed between his eyebrows, I smoothed it with my fingers, feeling him sigh softly. I'll just apologise to Bommie later, I mused and rested my head on the table like Jiyong, facing him.

Was it really worth it to stay by his side?

I suppose only time could tell.

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"Because you ing decorated my timetable with your barbie doll pens. That's why!" He barked into my face.

"Hey! They weren't barbie doll pens! I outgrew those already!" My face burning with embarrassment, I remembered the time when I was in the barbie doll phase THAT ALL GIRLS GO THROUGH. My mother decided to buy me a pack of pink barbie doll pens for my 5th birthday. Me, being the excited young little girl, had crawled through the fence into Jiyong's house, wanting to show him my new pens. When he had to go to the toilet, I felt a little michievous and did a little doodle over his books.

Okay. Maybe 'a little doodle' was an understatement.

He never did get over his precious books being converted to an art by the one and only- Me.

"That's a low blow." Mumbling, I bit the insides of my cheeks.

"Barbie dolls."

"Oh shut up."

"A klutz who leaps in from house to house and likes barbie dolls."

"Oh shut up."

"And upset my bowl of cornflakes in the morning."

"I SAID SHUT UP ALREADY." I screamed. He smirked in response and slipped into his house.

"Bye Miss Klutz."

ARGH IT TOTALLY ISN'T WORTH IT TO STAY NEXT TO HIM.

Growling, I stomped back home and slammed the door behind me. Jerk.

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[Jiyong's POV]

I sighed when I entered the dark and gloomy place I dared to call home. Whatever colour I had in my day previously with Dara had been replaced by grey again. Pulling my jacket off, I was about to dump it in the laundry basket. It was then when I passed by the kitchen that a strong stench of alcohol hit me. Dread filled my body.

"Hello Jiyong." A drunken voice called out to me.

Mother.

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O.o I realised that I made many stupid mistakes in the previous chapter *wallows in shame*

:P Okay, this is kinda short. Oops

Personally, I prefer writing long chapters, but there are some times where I tend to rattle and add in additional stuff._.

@justcallmeamber: hahhhhh? O.o vat?

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