◄ Valentine's Day 2012 ►

“Miyoon-sshi, I-I know you just came here this year but I really like you. Please accept my feelings.” A second year male student confessed as he held out a box of chocolates with unstable hands. He was shaking so much it looked like he was experiencing an earthquake only he could feel.

I paused the conversation I was having with Taela annoyed that he decided to interrupt us. I snapped my gum and just stared at him. “Why do you like me?” I asked sounding bored and uninterested because I really was.  

He was surprised by my response and slowly lifted his head allowing our eyes to meet. But they weren’t even locked for more than three seconds before he looked away. “I-I think you’re super pretty and smart and erhm— nice?” he listed, his voice squeaking at the end of his statement making it seem like a question rather than an answer.

Am I going crazy or is this kid serious? Who in the world is he describing? Because the Wu Miyoon I know is not smart nor am I nice. And then the only reason left in his explanation was the most plausible answer. And it was not only plausible but shallow. I may not be the sharpest crayon in the box but I can see when someone likes me just because of my looks. Why? Because all of these guys here only care about your outer-appearance not your inner.

They were nothing like them. Nothing like him.  

I sighed and took the box from him. Sorry, kid but this isn't going to work out. As I pried the lid off and the delectable sweets were displayed, I almost felt bad for what I was about to do. However, there was no room for regret in my life, not anymore. “I hate chocolate.” I declared, falsely, dumping them over his head before he could even reply.

He stood there in disbelief as I threw the box on the floor and crushed it under my foot, violently. 

“But I saw you eating chocolate the other day,” he whimpered in a shaky tone.

So what if I was? “Are you saying that I’m a liar? Okay, I ate chocolate. But do you know what the difference between yours and the one I had is?” He shook his head. I took a step closer to him and tilted his chin up, having our eyes meet. My hand then slid down to his tie and I saw him swallow.

I pulled him in closer so that I would be able whisper my answer to him without having anyone else hear.

“Yours are cheap and worthless. Just like your so-called feelings for me.” I released him and patted his cheek, gently. “Do you still think I’m nice?” I questioned with an innocent smile.

The boy stiffened and he finally mustered up the courage to look at me without breaking the eye contact. His face was pale yet his cheeks were tinged with a hint of pink. Bingo, I struck a nerve didn’t I? Teaches you not to confess to me again. I started to feel victorious when suddenly, I saw his eyes darken and before I could retreat, his hand found its way to my waist.

He dragged me in so that my chest was pressed against his and soon I found his lips on top of mine. My eyes widened as they watched his lids clamp shut. Is this really happening? There was no way this guy was initiating a kiss with me when I just rejected him.

DID HE NOT GET THE MESSAGE?!

I tried to shove him off but his arms were constricting my movement. Help anyone? This is ual harassment. I attempted to talk and as my lips began to massage his in a failed trial, he misinterpreted the action.

I felt his tongue trying to penetrate my lips and that did it.

My arms may be under his control, but my legs weren’t. And not feeling bad for publicly humiliating him any more, I raised my knee so that it was able to meet his little friend.

“HOLY FUUUUUUUU—” he groaned as his hands covered the now injured area. He fell to his knees and then collapsed to his side. He was squirming and obviously in deep pain. Who am I kidding? With what I just did, he might as well be dead. I wiped my lips in disgust as I kicked his stomach.

“If my geges were here, you wouldn’t even be alive.” I snarled.

“You—”

“What’s going on here?!” a teacher yelled, poking her head out of her room.

I regained my composure and pointed at the guy whose name-plate read Kang Jun. “Ah seongsaengnim! He tripped and on the way down he hit his friend.” I explained. If I was in court this would definitely be considered as perjury. But since I’m not it doesn’t really matter, now does it?

“Really?! Omo! Someone get the nurse!” the woman exclaimed, rushing to his aid. I gave my attention to the perpetrator and smirked at him.

He glared at me and I could only answer with a shrug. “If that is all I’m off.” I declared. Spinning on my heels I began to whistle, an annoying habit I picked up from Yifan. However, that stopped soon when I met eyes with the principal, who let’s just say was not looking very welcoming.

I looked behind him and saw Taela shaking her head and waving her hands as a signal for me that things were not going to end well. Isn’t it a little late for that now? I guess he witnessed everything that took place with that expression of his. “Wu Miyoon, my office now.” Principle Park declared, remaining as calm and collected as ever when there was an audience watching.

“No thanks,” I defied as I blew my gum into a bubble. I know it looks like I’m just turning down everybody’s offer today.

“That is not an option.” The prude man snapped and before I knew it his pen had penetrated my edible bubble. It deflated and wrapped around the writing utensil causing me to spit it out.

“That’s really unsanitary,” I stated. “And not to mention quite dangerous.” In my voice there was a sense of not caring and it was pretty noticeable.

The students lounging around chuckled and giggled, how mature. Why don’t you mind your own business? But embarrassing a forty-year old authority figure is really entertaining. So I suppose they can enjoy the show I’m putting on for them.

Principal Park fumed with anger as I watched him try to shake the gum off without touching it. He was actually a fun sight to watch. I mean you should have realized something like that would happen. Not my fault. Are all men idiots in the world or something?

First that Kang Jun guy who didn’t know what a rejection was and here my prestige academy’s administrator trying to extract a piece of chewed up gum from his pen. How is this school not a jungle by now? Does he know what a trashcan is? Or I don’t know, a napkin?

Standing here is rather boring. Seeing that my esteemed principal is preoccupied at the moment with his life or death situation he’s facing, there isn’t any reason for me to stick around.

“Why isn’t this coming off?!” he shrieked, jumping around and waving the pen in the air. Yeah, he is over-reacting but it works to my benefit. I glanced at Taela who was motioning me to the exit door. I turned back to the panicking principal and nodded.

And on the count of three, we bolted as fast as we could in our pumps to the exit. “Hey! Get back here!” I heard him call out.

Not in a million years.

Taela was fumbling over her keys trying to unlock the car. I peered back at the door and found the man chasing after us, his pen still resting in his hand. Sometimes I wonder how I ever became friends with Taela.

She has a convertible. And because the weather has been rather warm for some reason the roof is down…

Do I need to continue?

“Yah! What are you doing, just jump in!” I shouted, doing the action myself.

“But I can’t jump.” She whined.

God, if we were robbing a bank we would be caught and rot in jail because of her. I leaned over and unlocked the door for her. It isn’t even rocket science, she could have done that herself. I could have to but that’s not fun.

She then started the engine and here is our liberation. “You girls are in big trouble!” Principal Park screamed as the car whizzed by him. I waved my hand in the air, dismissing his statement as we escaped school grounds.

“We were about to get caught because of you.” I sighed, as the wind combed out my hair. My elbow was propped on the door while I stared at my reflection in the side mirror.

“It wasn’t my fault.” Taela whined.

Of course it wasn’t. I rolled my eyes and shook my head, “Where are we going?” Not even ten minutes away from our prison, she decided to pull over to a curb located in front of a café. Don’t tell me she did it again.

“A date!” she beamed removing her keys.

“Why are we going on a date? I don’t like you that way.” I pointed out, praying she did not do what I think she did.

“It’s not a date for me and you, silly Miyoonie. It’s a date for me, you, Taemin oppa and Minho oppa!” she corrected. Right on cue, the doors to the place opened and there stood Taela’s current boy-toy and his cousin. She did it.

What part of I don’t want to date anyone does she not comprehend? This is the what, the tenth guy she has tried to pair me up with? And that’s only this month’s number! Truth be told, after Chunji and I ended, I wasn’t interested in relationships.

I’m not saying that I won’t ever date or love again. Just that it will take some time. And besides, it should happen naturally and when the