Sometimes, life is funny. You can start out having nothing 
at all but in the end gain everything in the world. I guess 
that’s why people love gambling so much. The situation I 
was in is what you’d call a jackpot.

“So we’re cool now, right?” Strawberry asked.

Remember strawberry? Girl who tried to kill me the 
other day. Girl who I ran away from. Girl who made me jump 
over that wall. But also, the girl who allowed me to bump 
into my Prince Charming. Yunho. Oh, right. While I’m on the 
subject of Yunho.

So the situation was something like this: rumor had 
spread that Yunho was in love with me (what with the bagels 
and everything) and the Rose Club members, upon hearing 
this, decided I was a prime candidate to join the club. 
It’s expected, see? Yunho is one of the most popular guys 
in school. So thanks to me being a clutz and all, I was now 
officially a member of the Rose Club.

“Of course,” I said. “We are kay okay.”

The RS (I’ll call the Rose Club RS from now on) 
members gave me a look. And then Strawberry, forcing out an 
awkward laugh, put her hand on my shoulder. “Welcome to the 
club,” she said.

Yes, yes. Welcome to the club.

***

Well, nothing really changed after I was an RS 
member except…EVERYTHING. No . I was no longer that 
no-name girl with the really bad academics, but officially 
an RS. RS Eun Hye. Man, the way people looked at me. Before 
I’d have to stand in the end of the line to get food from 
the store, but now. Now I could just stand there in the 
back of the line and people would get out of my way, like I 
was some sort of royalty stepping onto a red carpet. This 
was the life.

“Get me a popsicle,” Yura said, fully enjoying the 
benefits of having an RS member as a best friend. “The Jaws 
one.”

“Me too,” Tae said.

I decided to be nice and paid for their popsicles, 
and for myself got a red-bean cake.

“You know. What the hell happened in the past few 
days?” Yura asked, on her popsicle.

“Things,” I said. “A lot of things.”

“Yeah, I know. . You don’t tell us anything 
anymore.”

“Yeah,” Tae chimed in. “You’re like Lindsay Lohan 
from ‘Mean Girls’ and I’m the fat gay guy. This .”

“You’re not even gay,” I told Tae, and he frowned. 
“And anyways, I was going to tell you everything today, but 
I’ve just changed my mind.” I pulled the popsicle stick out 
of Yura’s mouth. “And I want my popsicle sticks back.”

“Hey! Give it back.”

“I paid for it.”

“You little chicken …” Yura laughed and ran 
after me.

I wasn’t like Lindsay Lohan. I would never abandon 
Yura or Tae. I ran past the girls’ bathroom and I saw that 
Yura was still chasing me. I threw the popsicle stick 
behind me, missing her by a couple of inches, and began to 
run down the stairs.

“When the hell did you get so fast?” She screamed 
from behind me.

I was feeling a little cocky, and so I decided to 
slide down the handrail. I was doing great until slammed 
straight into something. Oh, the pain. It was like a 
thousand needles poking into the sides of my chest.

“,” I groaned, getting up. “Ow…”

“Are you okay?” Yura asked, rushing over.

I looked down and saw a bruise on my left arm. 
Luckily, though, it seemed as though there were no broken 
arms. I looked up and saw someone crouched by the corner.

“Oh my God!”

It was a girl. I ran over and shook her, wondering 
whether she was dead. She looked dead. After shaking, 
poking, and even tickling her, she didn’t budge.

“Oh my God, she needs CPR!” I said, rolling her 
over. People had started to crowd around the stairs. I 
looked down at her. Okay. It’s simple, Eun Hye. I’d learned 
CPR twice during summer training, and I knew it by heart. I 
closed my eyes. She smelled nice. Kind of like coconut. I 
leaned down and just as my lips overlapped slightly with 
hers—

“What the do you think you’re doing?” She said.

I opened my eyes. “You’re not dead?”

“Can you get off me?”

“Oh, right.”

I got off her. I recognized her—she used to be an 
RS member but had quit out of her own will. I think her 
name was Chaebin. She got up, dusted herself, and began to 
walk away.

“Wait!” I called. “Are you okay?”

She turned her head. “I’m fine. Except for your bad 
breath, that is.” And then she really walked away.

The crowd began to disperse, and I heard people 
whispering. They were laughing at me. Okay, given that I’d 
almost kissed a girl, I thought she really needed CPR. I 
should get an award, not get criticized by a girl I don’t 
even know. I shook my head and went up to Yura.

“What was that about?” Yura asked.

“I don’t know. She’s kind of a , isn’t she?”

“Yeah. You know that’s Chaebin, right? She’s like, 
really rich and all.”

“I guess. Wasn’t she in the RS club before?” I 
asked.

“Yeah, but she quit. I don’t really know why,” she 
said. “But you know, she and Yunho’s had a thing for a long 
time. At least that’s what I hear.”

“Wait. My Yunho?”

“He’s not your Yunho,” Yura said. “But yes. That 
Yunho. I’m not sure, but I think they might have dated a 
couple of times.”

“Well then she’s officially my enemy,” I said, and 
crossed my arms. I just wished she wasn’t so damn pretty.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever, princess,” Yura said, and we 
walked down the stairs.

***

I looked down at the text for a long time.

-Come to the XXX bar. Right now. Jae♥

Yura and I had come back to my house and was 
playing Wii when Jaejoong texted me. I paused the game and 
began furiously to type back:

-In your dreams. I’m busy right now.

I smiled in satisfaction and returned to the game.

“What was that?” Yura asked, only half paying 
attention to me.

“Nothing,” I said. But it wasn’t nothing because a 
couple of seconds later my phone vibrated again.

-Come now or else…Jae♥

Now I was annoyed.

-Or else what?!?!!!?!?

-I’m telling everybody that we slept together. Jae♥

“That bastard!!!”

Yura turned around, surprised at my sudden remark. 
“What the hell’s wrong with you?”

I was mad. I was so mad I couldn’t even concentrate 
on playing Wii. I looked at the phone. Well, I could deny 
it. But then again, it was true. We hadn’t done anything 
wrong, but still, we slept together. What if my parents 
found out? I couldn’t. What if Yunho found out? No. He 
couldn’t.

I turned to Yura. “You know you’re my best friend, 
right?”

“What do you want?”

“Let’s go to a bar.”

“Okay.”

“Really?”

“Yes. And then let’s go to Mars.”

“What?”

“Are you crazy?” she asked. “I was being sarcastic. 
What do you mean, bar?”

I showed her the texts Jaejoong sent me. I 
explained to her the dilemma I was in, and how Yunho could 
absolutely not find out that we had slept together (to 
which she screamed and asked, ‘YOU SLEPT WITH HIM?’ and I 
had to tell her the entire story of my being a slave and 
cleaning his room and then falling asleep, and whatnot). 
Finally, after twenty minutes of persuasion, we put on some 
proper clothes and headed out the door.