“Jessica, come with me.  Let’s go shopping later.”

Tiffany approached her once the bell rang and their home room teacher dismissed them.  She watched the latter as she hurriedly fixed her things.

“Next time, Tiff.  I have to go home early,” Jessica said as she stepped out of the room in a rush—with Tiffany still following her.

“Hey!  I know you too well,” the other girl replied as she tried to catch up with her.  “You just don’t want to miss the new episode of your favorite anime—come on; it’ll be my treat today.  And besides, you can watch the replay—”

Yet no matter how she persuaded her, the show was more important to Jessica.  She won’t trade it for new clothes—shoes—foods, etc.  She can go to the mall any time she wants to. 

More importantly, she doesn’t give a damn if she’s the first student to leave school.  She can’t skip a part of the show or be late either.  She walked fast towards the end of the corridor until she bumped onto someone.

“Watch where you’re going—”

“Sorry,” she apologized curtly and left that person.  No one could ever stop or delay her in going home.  The TV is already waiting for her.  But where the hell is her best friend who will drive her home?

∞

Donghae cursed under his breath.  He was pissed off because of the girl who just hit him and left without helping him pick his things.  She escaped after saying a brief “sorry”.

He snorted angrily, out of exasperation.  “What’s with that girl?”

He fixed his eyeglasses before stooping down to pick the tennis-paraphernalia scattered on the floor.

Okay—partly, it might be his fault.  He do