It was a rather unexpected happening on what I did there. Who would've thought that someone like me, who doesn't cry so easily, ended up breaking down in front of Krystal. I was a little embarrased. I bet snot must've dripped out of my nose like crazy. I'd rather have her not see that. But damn, why did she have to ask about Jonghyun? She knows I'm weak when it comes to him. I oblige to practically much everything he asks of me. Was it the emotional attachment I had? Or was it because of him, having pay my education, was the reason? I can't pinpoint. I don't know when but I am sure, in a way or another, I've fallen for him. 

We met in the shopping mall. I know, not very romantic. I was ordering a shake or juice of something and someone tapped me. He said hi. I said hi. We hung out, exchanged numbers and the rest, well you know what happens. I'm not ashamed of it, nor proud of it. He existed in my world. I existed in his. No big deal. 

I was cut short when I felt that a pen was thrown at my forehead. I scratched the spot where it landed and looked to see where it came from. Great. It was from Mr. Old Creeps.

"Ms. Liu, if you are not going to concentrate in my class, I suggest you go out."

"No Mr. Song. I was just thinking of a new design I can come up with."

"Fine. But please, reserve that for later and listen."

Mr. Old Creeps, Mr. Song, he goes for the pretty girls. It's pretty obvious. Whenever we are in class, and he'll ask for students to recite something, he will always, I do mean always, call on pretty girls. Those girls that have long hair, wears skirts and all the make-up. Krystal is lucky to be seated at the back or else that man would pry and stare at her legs as she stood up to spoke. I bet Mr. Song never really saw me as one of those girls. I was different. I was never comfortable in wearing skirts, pin up clothing and make-up. Just not me, I've always wondered why Jonghyun approached me that day. Oh, gosh. I should just stop thinking about him.

"Amber.. Hey Amber!"

"Huh?"

"You're spacing out again. Still thinking of him?"

"Nope."

"Liar."

"What do you want Krystal? I've got to finish the top I was working on earlier.." 

"I'm about to head home. We don't meet the other professors today right? Maybe, if you aren't busy you'd want to go to the mall with me.."

People might suspect I'm her boyfriend again. "No can do. Sorry.. Invite Jiyoung and the others, I bet they'll go."

"You're no fun. Hayy. Just be careful, okay?"

I bid Krystal farewell and grabbed coloring pens and paper from my bag. I was studying design. Design for clothing. To tell the truth, I don't have particular plans after finishing, but I just want to make clothes and make a business out of it eventually. At least, if ever that happens. I don't have to see him. I can finally be freed from those chains that bounded me to him. As I was drawing away, my cellphone beeped.

To: Amber
From: Jonghyun

You free today? Imma see you today by the bus terminal near your university by 6pm. Laters.

I was like a little girl, receiving a doll of some sort. He actually texted and wanted to meet hours before our usual meeting time. I flushed over the thought that we could eat out for dinner. I just wish it won't rain. That'll .

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Wow. I actually prepared. I wasn't wearing sweatpants and actually wore sandals instead of sneakers. I wish he'll be surprised. I rarely do this. I never do this. I hope he'll take pleasure in seeing me dressed like this. Not too much accessories, and my favorite necklace. I've had it as long as I remember. I hold it dear and I consider it very special.
Here I am, at the bus station, waiting.

The skies looked cloudy yet again. Was it going to rain again? I hope not. I believe I have mentioned how much I hate the