"WHY ME?!" I screeched at the group of girls from my class crowding my desk at the far end of the classroom, near the windows. I was eyeing in distaste the numerous amounts of cosmetics and clothes far too skimpy for my liking that they are clutching and shoving to my face. "HYUN AE - SSI! PLEASE DO THIS FOR US! SUN HI - AH BAILED OUT ON US AND THE FAIR IS TODAY!!!" Wailed by Hyo Sun as she clutched to her chest a pair of denim cut offs that could pass off as my knickers. I sighed for the umpteenth time today and braced my hands in front of me as I confronted my near to tears classmates. "Then why can't it be any of you?" I asked them as politely as I can through gritted teeth when I was able to collect myself from the near brink explosion that I was positive I was about to do. 

"They're all taken." Said my favorite unnie from my classroom's entrance. I leaned my back against my chair and balanced myself at the balls of my feet just so I could peer at Chaerin unnie from her position at the door, leaning casually at its frame with her arms crossed over her chest. "What does that have got to do anything with the kissing booth?" I asked her with a scowl which she chuckled at in amusement. Chaerin stood up from her position and fixed her uniform's skirt before stepping inside our classroom. My classmates all held their breath as one of the most popular girls in school approached me and flicked my forehead harshly. "Are you really stupid? The reason why they want YOU," Chaerin unnie placed her index finger at the middle of my forehead at this. "- to man the kissing booth is because you're single. Which means that there will be no jealous boyfriends milling around trying to sabotage your class' end of the year project. Unless you're keeping something from me." I gaped at her in shock and swiveled my head to the group of girls in front of me whose heads are all bowed down in shame at the revelation made by our sunbae. My mouth kept opening and closing for awhile since no words could escape my lips. "Omo, I think I broke her." Kidded Chaerin unnie when I still wasn't able to come up with any coherent sentences. I snapped my head at her and gave her my most thretening glare which as expected didn't do much scaring on my part. I think even a mosquito would laugh at my supposed, "death glare". "I still won't do it." I announced to the group of girls in front of me firmly. They all started complaining and whining about my decision, trying to persuade me otherwise. One of them even went as far as kneeling in front of me because according to her the end of the year class project is her only salvation from failing one of our classes which would lead to her taking up summer classes if I didn't man the kissing booth. 

TSK.

Whose fault is it? If they didn't spend so much time babbling during class then perhaps they would've learned a thing or two and they would be able to pass their classes without having to depend on a stupid school fair project. HMPH. 

A white envelope with my mother's name printed across the back was suddenly waved in front of my face and I ogled at it when I saw the familiar emblem of the school printed at the back of the envelope. "Oh, did I forget? Mr. Kang wanted me to pass this D Warning letter to you, to give to your mother. Apparently your last test received a failing mark and you're at risk in failing Trigonometry this year considering the fact that your previous tests didn't receive high marks as well." Silence consumed the group of people in front of me as Chaerin unnie dangled the letter at her fingertips in front of my face.

MATH AND I ARE NOT FRIENDS OK?! NO MATTER WHAT I DO I CAN NEVER UNDERSTAND MATH!!! AJKHLSNFJKNSLFKNBKWSJNWSEDW:LRJNELNFKJBGKLJBNTNKF>SFMLERHO:ERLE:NTRLDINF.

I looked up to stare at my sunbae in alarm. I can't show up at home once again with a D Warning for math for the 8th consecutive year (Told you I at math). My mother will kill me. She smirked at me in triumph at my look and she bent her torso to meet me in eye level as she whispered her words of advice to me, "I guess you'll have to participate in that end of the year project then to save your grade in math?"

I stared at her in alarm but the smug look gracing her beautiful features was already an indication that I have no choice.

"Alright, where's that BB Cream I saw awhile ago?" I asked my classmates in defeat, who all cheered in delight at my acceptance of their proposal.

YOU MATH. YOU.