3 Her

A/N: Before you start reading this chapter, I just want you all to know that I am not Korean nor do I know how their school system works. Everything in this book is fictional and all based on my own imagination.

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Since Jimin Hyung moved away, I became very quiet at school. I didn't talk to anyone or try to make any new friends. That is until she came along.

Song Mi-Young.

What can I say about this girl? She was the complete opposite of me, but like they always say, opposites attract.

It was about halfway through the first year in High School when she transferred to our school. I remember the first time I ever saw her. I thought there was no way this girl is real. She looked like a doll. She was pretty and tall. Her light brown eyes twinkle as she bows to the class and introduces herself.

"Annyeonghaseyo, My name is Song Mi-Young. Please take care of me."

She was so beautiful that all the boys in my classroom wanted her to sit next to them, but the only empty seat was next to me.

Remember, I am a girl. But being the tomboy that I am, I begged my parents into talking to the school to let me wear a boy's uniform. I didn't want to wear skirts. Principal Lee said I could wear pants underneath my skirt, but being the spoiled brat that I am, I convinced them into letting me wear a boy's uniform instead.

When Mi-Young sat next to me, she greeted me and held out her hand to me, waiting for me to shake hand with her. I ignored her like I normally ignore others and turned my head towards the window to look outside. I didn't want any other friend beside Jimin Hyung. His emails were the only thing that I looked forward to the most when I am up and breathing.

She noticed the awkwardness and turned around to face the front while just silently sitting in her seat.

The bell rang for lunch and all the boys huddled up around Mi-Young. She looked very uncomfortable like she wanted to run away and hide. Some of the other girls stood by the door and gave her ugly looks and death stares. They were clearly jealous of Mi-Young's beauty and the attention she was receiving.

She got up quickly and said that she needed to use the bathroom and proceeded to run out the door with the boys running after.

I would have hated all that attention on me. I would have drop kicked those boys if they ever tried that on me, but there was no way that would ever happen to me with the way I look and dress.

Like always, I ignored everyone and walked to the cafeteria to eat lunch. I miss Hyung the most during lunch.

When we were both still going to school together, he would always sit with me and feed me. And when I couldn't finish my lunch, he would eat it all up.

I got my plate of food and walked to a table in the corner. I sat with my back to the rest of the students not wanting to interact with anyone.

Soon, I hear screaming and hollering at the entrance of the cafeteria.

-Damn, she's hot!

-I bet you I'll be hitting that ass before school ends this year...

-Ugh, are these boys blind? She's not even that pretty...

-I know. She looks fake. I bet she went and got plastic surgery...

I didn't even have to turn around to know they were talking about the new girl.

-She looks so stupid right now...

-Watch, I'm going to make her the laughing stock of this school and then no one will think she is so pretty.

If there's one thing that I hated more than being bothered, it was bullying.

I got up from my seat and turned around to see where the new girl was. She had a tray of food in her hands and was in the middle of the room looking for an empty seat.

I saw a girl walking fast towards Mi-Young.

I ran up next to the girl and grabbed her shoulder turning her around towards me.

"Yah, what the hell do you think you're doing?"

She was holding a carton of open milk. With the force that I had turned her around, some of her milk landed on me. I assumed she was going to purposely bump into Mi-Young and pour the milk on her.

I looked down at my shirt that was covered with milk, which is totally going to smell later and looked back at the girl dead in her eyes. I don't interact with students at school, but they know not to mess with me either.

"S-sorry Hani!" She whimpers before running away back to her crowd of fake friends.

I walked towards the new girl and grabbed her tray of food out of her hand. I turned around and walked back to my table with her food. She quickly follows after me and sits in front of me.

"Thanks."

We both ate in silence, but I could still see from the corner of my eye that she was checking me out.

Shit, I forgot. She probably thinks I'm a guy and that I'm into her.

I looked up at her and she quickly looks down to avoid my gaze. She started to blush, a light rosy pink. Her long black hair was silky smooth, eyelashes were long and made her eyes really stood out. I couldn't help but stare at how beautiful she was.

I looked down at my own flat chest. I compared myself to her and inwardly cursed at myself.

If I looked like her, would Jimin Hyung like me?

I shook the thought out of my head and continued eating.

"My name is Hani, Kim Hani."

"You're a girl?!" I heard her half screamed half whispered.

I laughed it off and nodded.

"But, how are you a girl? You are in a boy's uniform."

"Look I can prove that I'm a girl. We can go to the bathroom together and I'll show you," I said as I got up from my seat.

"Wait! No! STOP!" She cutely screamed and covered her eyes.

I laughed to myself at how funny this girl was and sat back down.

"But you do sound like a girl. I don't see an Adam's apple either," Mi-Young said as she peeked through her fingers.

"You're a weird and funny girl. I like you," I said to the adorable girl that was peeking through her hands. Maybe it was because I haven't talked to anyone in such a long time. It sure felt nice to have some to talk with.

She blushed at my remark and turned red. I couldn't help but giggle at how silly she was, confused about whether I was a boy or girl.

"But I am really a girl. Just ask me whenever and I will prove to you that I am."

Thus, our friendship bloomed from that day forward, and I have never regretted it.....

Until.......

To Be Continued...