The official soccer match between Seoul High and Woollim Boarding School happens today.

L.Joe and I, we were nowhere close to even be a part of the supporters. Heck, the school didn’t even bother to dedicate two free spaces in the bus. Water-boy or not, I had to serve detention when the entire boarding school were out cheering for the team. It was all because of that genius plan. We missed a school day where we had skipped our classes to head over to Seoul High. Subject teachers noticed our absence, and the disciplinary in-charge has decided to impose such, lovely ideas.

Very - lovely, ideas.
 

“Lost lamb.” Woohyun came up to me while I was literally chasing after L.Joe with the mop. He has adorned the school’s soccer jersey – all geared up for the match. His lips quirked into a smile, stumbling past L.Joe. L.Joe furrowed, seeing Woohyun who has completely ignored his presence.

“What’s up, alarm clock?” I said, taking a glimpse.

He motioned me to the side, lowering his tone. “I brought medicine.”

“What for?” I said, in utter disbelief. “Is this about the bruises? Because if it is, I’m handling it perfectly well.”

“Does he know?” Woohyun averted his gaze towards L.Joe. He didn’t look convinced, jabbing a finger on my bruised up arm. Darting an annoyed look, I pulled my hand away from him. I have had covered it all by wearing a long-sleeved cardigan.

“No.”

“Aren’t you going to tell him?” he widened his eyes. That familiar, warm smile has disappeared from his surface. “He’s your friend, In-Na.”

“Look!” I hissed, thoughts jumbled at the back of my head. “He knows or he doesn’t know – I’m not going to care. He knows that my dad’s hell. That’s all that matters. Byunghun has his own problems. I wouldn’t want to add burden into people’s lives. I’m being a good friend over here. That’s how we roll.”

Woohyun unclenched his fist, shoving a bottle of antiseptic into my hand. His lips stitched and I felt guilt seeping in my heart.

“L.Joe doesn’t know that I know, does he?”  Woohyun finally spoke, drawing steps away from me.

Emotions flickered and I managed to respond. “He doesn’t.”  

“Will you tell him?”

“He’ll know eventually. It’s not a big deal, alarm clock.”

Woohyun replaced his crestfallen face into a smiling expression. It was better to look at. He slung his soccer boots bag to the side, preparing to trudge his way to the bus coach. “No words of encouragement, lost lamb?”

“Beat the crap out of the boys in Seoul High,” I gave a smug smile. “I don’t care if you bruise the striker. He owes me something. That weenie.”

“What did he do?”

“Lost a street game against the girls. He was a sour grape. He broke the school’s windows and he made us, take all of the blame and shame."

“I’ll beat him up then. For you.” Woohyun wriggled his eyebrows, grinning his way. “See you, L.Joe. See you, Niel!" he raised his right hand, bolting from lunch hall.

“Byunghun, where are you heading to?” I asked him, preparing to head straight for my dormitory room to catch up on rest.

Detention wasn’t amazing for we have just spent two hours scrubbing the stubborn stains off tables and floors. Woollim Boarding School has grown to be vacant. A little - too solemn. Mentally, I wanted to wreck things around here. The school has hired ten bus coaches to bring the students and teachers to Seoul High for the renowned match. Yours truly, however, has to be an all saint and stay cooped up in this hellhole.

“Nothing muc