Her keen eyes had been watching the other figure from afar. She hesitated because the idea of getting into the conversation and becoming the first person to approach isn't her style. If she is Jessica, her older sister, she might be brave to greet willingly but the thing is, she wasn't.

She is Amber, the only boyish alive in the campus. As extra information, the latter is widely known for her maturity in speech, and plus, her style of clothing made her as the limited edition between girls. Krystal still remembers, Yebin had mentioned about Amber's handsome looks and always become the main topic wherever she goes. The annoying fangirls from netball club have been admiring her to the death and the other girls from another infamous club also doing the same.

 

Krystal bites her index finger with her teeth, staring at the older girl.

 

"What if she doesn't want to talk to me since I was the person who suggested to Wendy? Could that be the reason she's been avoiding me and our housemates???" she has a quick monologue inside her head repeatedly.

The moment she caught the figure almost getting away, Krystal groaned in frustration and paced instantly to be on her side.

 

"Hey," she said first.

Amber, the main target just replied with the same 'hey'.

"What happened? You seem upset," Krystal asked, with her barely audible voice.

"Nothing happened," the tomboy snorted as she marched faster with the steps. The long hair woman struggled to keep up as she begged Amber to slow down a bit.

"Are you running for your life? This building not going to collapse,"

"I have class in 30 minutes, Jung. I need to be fast," still in her speed mode, Amber ignored Krystal's eyes on her and looked up straight ahead. Deep inside, she knows why the pretty face approached her at that moment.

 

"Yebin and Dahyun complained to me. You've been a stone cold for this few days. May I know why?"

Amber slowed her pace, shifting her head to see Krystal on her right side. "Are you sure they made complaints about me?"

"Yeah, they were. What made you think they're not? Don't say you didn't mean to be such that ignorant since I'd see it clear you've been caving yourself inside the room,"

 

"If I tell, I'm sure none of you will understand, Ms. Krystal," Amber muttered.

 

"Oh really? Well, try me then," Krystal crossed her arms, putting the arrogant look on her face.

 

Amber directly speak out then,
"I'm gay,"

 

 

Krystal's expression remained calm. No sign of surprise or getting a heart attack after listening to Amber's coming out moment. She only stared at the older girl, like nothing big is happening.

 

"Really? Because you're gay so you're avoiding us?"

 

"You've heard that, Krystal. I'm being honest with you," that was the stern tone from Amber.

 

 

"I don't understand," she said back in denial, " What's...the relation between this confession and your sudden change of behavior? I didn't see it.. related?"

 

 

"Oh yes it is,"

 

Krystal's face scrunched in confusion.

 

Later, Amber voiced out, totally in full English,

"Yeah, that's what I'm dealing with right now. I'm gay, and I happen to be living in this narrow-minded country. I'm fighting to fit in, I did good things so that people will think good of me. Sadly, I didn't know that this particular girl thinking of me as the subject of experiment although I'm being all nice to her. She said to those friends of hers that I'm weird and sometimes I did weird things like non- ordinary girl does. Butch, specifically?"

 

And Krystal finally gets on where's the conversation is going. She stopped Amber by raising her hand, "Wait, I have an explanation for that, Amber,"

 

"Oh, you have? What it is?"

 

She released a sigh as she stared straight into the taller girl's eyes, "I didn't mean to be offensive, I just thought that I could be a help to them. They're searching for someone who is so impossible to exist in this community and when I got to know you more, I'm slowly understand, that you're... different,"

 

Amber waited for her next words, still in her serious expression.

 

"Amber, please, don't misunderstand me. In case you forget, I'm American. I lived in that open-minded country, same as yours. There's a lot of... girls, who, dress like you, and behave like you but they're not gay. But there's girls, normal and feminine girls, like me, who probably are very gay,"

 

Amber's face soften and Krystal furthered more, "I suggested your name because I strongly believe that your variation isn't available here for their studies. I know Wendy, she really understands the situation. They aren't making you as an experiment, Amber. They're reaching for you so that you can help them to help this narrow-minded community. That's it, that's what I think about you,"

 

"You're not making up, right?" the tomboy still feels insecure.

 

"No, I'm not. You have my explanation already, Amber," replied Krystal. "Is that being gay distracted you all this time? You avoided us because... you feel not right to fit in?"

She didn't reply anything, instead, she looked away and began to walk again.

 

 

"Amber, you're being a jerk," and her steps stopped as she heard that from the younger.

 

 

"You cannot bluntly avoid those innocent girls who knows nothing about your uality. They care about you, as normal human being. They worried because they're afraid there's something happened to you. They see you as a sister, who deserve to be loved too. Your kindness, they're wanting to repay that,"

"Look what you've done, Amber. Being nice isn't always enough but sometimes they understand it through your sincerity, you showed that to them. They approved because none of them cares about how different you are, they only see you as real, a very real girl person,"

Krystal said more,
"I came here to you because I want to know why you're so caring about others but you didn't care about yourself. Neglecting and thinking you as a non-straight girl and that made you feel uncomfortable being with them is such a lame excuse to me. You know what? I'm curious why you're so good in counseling but you're terrible in appreciating the way you are,"

"Now I know you're gay, but it doesn't matter to me, Amber. I saw you first as someone who is very-very kind and nice although you've annoyed me much before. For me, gay isn't the subject of life. Its just extra ability you have, you know? So no need to take it for granted,"

Amber, still in silence, still immersed in her terrible thoughts only looked at the girl, and slowly believing in what she said. She nodded a bit then,

"Have someone told you that you're so good at talking?"

"No, I said to myself that I'm so good at talking," Krystal joked.

 

 

Amber sighed a chuckle, giving her a small smile. "So...you know...that...I'm not straight all this time?"

 

 

Krystal stated back then,

"Not really. I'm wondering too either you're straight or not because you're confusing,"

 

 

"Means?" Amber asked, raising her eyebrow.

 

 

"I don't know, that's why I asked Wendy to find out more about you. You seem tough and really look like a man, but, it's funny when I realized that you are a gentlewoman actually. You're... quite soft and... cute, too," Krystal didn't dare to look at the boyish's face so she pretended to look at the wall, wishing she can rewind the statement and replace with a new one.

 

Amber chuckled again.

"Krys, you're underestimating me,"

 

 

"NO! You are cute, I'm serious!" Krystal fought on her words and it was too late for her to take back for what she has shouted. She concealed the embarrassing moment with a loud groan then. "Ugh! Just forget it!"

 

Having no clue what to do next, the beautiful figure quickly left the space, leaving Amber there who's been watching her without any sound.

 

 

She whispered to herself, smiling mentally,

 

 

"This girl is really something,"

 

 

 

 

 

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