Chapter 3: First Call

November. A month after our mini get away. I was in the middle of drawing the male reproductive organ on a piece of paper for my homework, and writing down it’s parts and explaining its purpose.  C’mon! I should totally be grossed out by this. Unfortunately, our biology teacher decided to torture us by giving this type of homework. Like for real?? Why would I care if this part produces millions of ? Urrghh. If this doesn’t make up 60% of my grades for this year, I wouldn’t bother reading about it.

My phone suddenly rang. I breathed a sigh of relief. I stretched my arms up and snap my head right and left. Studying is really hard work, I tell you.

“Yeobseyo?” I answered my phone not bothering knowing who was calling.

“Hi..are you busy?” an unfamiliar voice said on the other line.

I furrowed my brow as I glance at my wall clock. It’s 10pm in the evening. And no one bothers to call me pass 9pm, well, except for Bom of course. But my guy friends don’t usually call. They don’t bother anyway, since they can just came knocking on my door any time they want since they live close anyways.

“who’s this?” I asked. “Yah! Eunhyuk-ah! If this is one of your prank calls I swear I’m gonna beat you till you bleed when I see you! I’m in the middle of drawing some yucky male organs right now and I don’t need your childish antics bothering me right now!”

I heard soft chuckles on the other line. And its awfully familiar.

I held my breath. Please don’t tell me I just blurted those things to…

“It’s Jiyong, Teddy’s friend?”

Ok.. can someone please kill me now?? I bit my lips. Ottoke? What should I say? What should  I do? Do I just hang up the phone and pretend the line was cut accidentally?

“Hey.. you still there?” Jiyong asked.

“Ummm.. yeah.” I said while nervously twirling the cord on my finger.

“Do you still remember me? I hope you do. Well, I’m sorry to bother you, it took me a month to finally call you. I hope you don’t mind. I asked Teddy hyung for your number.” He explained cooly. How can he be so.. so.. what ‘s the right word? Nonchalant about this?

“I’m sorry.. I guess I’m just surprised you called.” I finally said. I slowly sat on my bed. I could feel  my heart jumping for joy.

“So I guess you remember me? That’s good.”

“Yes, ofcourse. By the way, may I ask, why you called?” I asked. Anticipating his answer.

“Ummm.. how do I say this. Ummm.. don’t take this the wrong way Sandara-ssi, but I really wanted to know more about you. And I’m pretty bored here in my room so I decided to finally call you. I hope you don’t mind?” He said.

He wanted to know more about me?? Alright, breath in.. breath out.. I was now in the edge of my sanity. This is the time when I regret not listening to Bom’s non-stop lecture on ‘how- to-tal