I know it sounds like crap but I couldn’t get my mind off of Jongin. It had been what, three of four years now? I can’t believe I forgot a face like that. A person like that. She’s grown a lot. Though hating, arguing and fighting is all what we ever did, we were still like the best of friends. Crazy right? At times we wanted to kill each other but I guess that’s why we had this unspoken respect in the past. Someone worth fighting for- I mean fighting with.

As far I as I know, we’ve known each other our whole lives. We were even enemies in pre-school. Well we were playmates and were forced to see each other after school everyday so maybe that sickness of seeing each other’s faces all the time got to us. But we still played together. We still talked to each other. Dissed each other like crazy but still we had our moments where we laughed, had fun, she cried (She cried A LOT) and did all kinds of things. Junior high, though, was what messed us up even more. Jongin and I already had this awkward relationship- everyone was always saying we ought to switch names or get married; we got teased a lot- so at the start of our sixth year things just got worse for us. Our arguments got worse to the point where we couldn’t even make up or say sorry. And I ended up hurting her- a lot. Emotionally and mentally.

I admit I was an for some of the things I did to her. I embarrassed her, ignored her, treated her like crap. And all for what? Popularity? No one really liked Jongin but I didn’t hate her because everyone else did. No. There was just something about her that I couldn’t stand. Her existence maybe. But that was just evil.

“Are you even listening to me?” Krystal snapped. I drifted off from her conversation. The girl could talk for years. We went out