“-blocker?” I said, amused. “Well, just admit it, Byunghun. You must have been jealous seeing that I have been spending a lot more time with my dormitory buddies. If that isn’t what I think it is, why have you been acting like this?”

L.Joe shifted his gaze, biting his lips. Awkwardly glancing at the watch strapped to his left arm, he muttered nervously. “Oh look, In-Na. We should hurry up and get moving. We wouldn’t want the discipline in-charge to catch us, won’t we? Besides, we need to get proper treatment for your injured leg.”

“I have extraordinary ninja skills.” I grinned, brushing the gravels that have loosely gathered on my clothing. I found it amusing that he was finding ways to escape. Escaping from the whole heart-to-heart confrontation. “I’m doing okay. That fall wasn’t that bad. It’s just a tiny little scar. I’m tough.”

“Scar or not, you need your legs, little miss soccer player,” he scoffed, kicking the pebbles near to the curb. “In my opinion, sometimes, girls should most definitely pay extra attention in taking care of their selves. Humans can be monsters.”

“You mean, boys?”

He whistled, ruffling his blonde hair. “Girls with beautiful legs. Porcelain, milky-coated skin. The curves-“

“ert,” I rolled my eyes, straightening myself. “If you want beautiful legs, the department has many. Girls like me - we have scars and bruises on ours. So, Lee Byunghun-ssi, find your perfect match somewhere else. Screw you.”

He waved his hands in panic, mumbling incoherent words. “Park In-Na, I didn’t mean it like that!”

I smirked, grabbing the skateboard. The city streets were calling for me. It was like a place that gave us a chance to break free. It was a little pathetic to be skateboarding at the secluded road near to the boarding school. No matter how hard the road gets, our friendship is stronger than that. Much, stronger. Almost undefeated.

“Screw you back!” L.Joe responded, catching up with my speed. His eyes sprinkled with laughter, his footwork was swift. I did a full board spin, adrenaline gushing all over me. My eyes glimmered with hope and the attitude where, I no longer gave a damn. I didn’t care if the discipline master has his book, marked against me.

I wanted to break free.
 

“Bunch of nuisance!”

“Kids, play your boards somewhere else!”

“Don’t you have school tomorrow?”

“People are taking the train, why are you making a ruckus around here?”

“No skateboarding in the train station!”

“Stop this or I will impose a fine.”

This wasn’t exactly a glorifying moment but we were in this together. Being the nuisance we have always lived our lives as, we have decided to skateboard our way to the train station. The train station filled with passengers of all ages. The old an