“Bye.” My girlfriend said and pecked my cheeks while I was laying my head on my arm chair.

“But why? Classes are ongoing.” I said trying to reach out for her hand but she ran farther.

“Umm, you know.” She said as she continued running.

Yes, my girlfriend is a gangster. I’m afraid of her getting hurt by someone. Oh? Me? A big NO NO! I don’t like to be a gangster. I can protect her in some other ways. I’m afraid to skip my classes because I’m an honor student, I’m afraid to be beaten up and etc.