Half past one. Nobody seemed to be listening to the lesson when I raised my head up from my desk and looked around. It is somewhat understandable since lunch is only another half an hour away. Yujin and I locked eyes, but she quickly averted her gaze to look at her seatmate. I glanced once more, but I sighed when I saw that she had her eyes fixed on her book already. Since this morning, she has been acting really strangely.

That . Why does she always do this? In the morning, we were supposed to walk to school together. I don't understand why she chose to take the bus without telling me when the weather was all right. I was left there to wait for the next bus, which wouldn't arrive for another fifteen minutes; of course, I was late for the form. Second, she asked the miss to move her to a different seat earlier in geography class. Fortunately, the miss refused, so she was forced to spend the entire lesson with me. Not a single look was spared. I made no effort to try and talk to her. She wouldn't respond anyway.

My best friend , sometimes. On some days, Yujin completely pretends not to notice my presence. Today, for example. I've been trying to ask her why the next day, but every time I do, she does it all over again. I just keep getting ignored.

These days, Yujin and I are both quite busy. We mutually decided to revise instead of spending the weekends at the mall or the beach. But often, she comes over to study with me. Well, our mocks are coming. Everyone doesn’t know what to expect from it. To be honest, neither do I. I wish I had enjoyed last year more. But, I ended up taking it so seriously that Yujin had to remind me so many times.

It was finally time for lunch. After finishing my meal in the cafeteria, I went to the restroom to wash up. As the minutes passed, more people began to enter. I needed to stand next to the wall so that others could pass through. It wasn't on purpose, but I've been listening in on whatever our school's chavs were talking about while the smoke of the vape came from the last cubicle. One of them - I recognised the voice as Niamh - complained about getting detention during break. The entire small group of girls laughed about dumb stuff, and I realised that paying attention to these girls might make me stupid as well.

Yujin swung the door open loudly and walked in. The majority of people were taken aback. I watched Yujin dismiss them and tell them to move away. She noticed me and went into one of the restrooms in an instant. I waited until everyone had left before trying to approach Yujin. At last, I was certain it was just the two of us.

"Will you stop ignoring me now, Yujin?" As I knocked on the cubicle, I asked, a little annoyed.

There was no response.

I hissed as I grabbed my bag from the desk. "When are you going to stop being cocky?" I was about to leave when I heard one of the restroom cubicles open.

"Hang on a sec, Minjoo," Yujin said softly as she washed and dried her hands. I turned to face her, my eyes carefully observed everything she did. I hadn't realised how long I'd been staring at her, especially at those hands. I only regained consciousness when I noticed her grin and looked back at me.  

I dragged her to an empty cubicle at that point, losing all remaining patience in me. I pressed her against the wall and let our lips meet. On that quick yet desperate kiss, I allowed all of my frustrations out. A tear began to form in my eye. She became alarmed as soon as she realised it and hastily drew me into a close embrace. My head was on her chest as I did so, tears streaming down my cheeks. I extended my arm to hug her back after a short while. She then caressed my hair and quietly soothed me.

I broke the hug and pulled her in for another long kiss. I feel her smile in between as I wrap both of my arms around her nape. She slipped a hand into my waist for support, and I guided her other hand to the other side.

We both took a deep breath as she pulled-out. She my jawline and forced me to meet her gaze. I felt terrible because her eyes were so worried. A part of me still wishes those eyes would look at me in the same way. She was pining. I was longing. I only wanted those eyes to meet mine.

“L-Listen, I’m really sorry, Min.”