If only he could turn tha (1/2)

FAST FORWARD. 4pm at Chan Lou University.

"JJJAAAAANG~~~" We both turned to look at where the voice came from.

"Yah, Han Byul," Han Ah came running and approached her, out of breath.

"What's the matter?" she asked her, "Is anybody after you? Why were you running?"

"It's because.." Han Ah breathed heavily, "I ran.." and breathed again, "from the faculty..."

"For what?"

"Your rank," she started to sound sulky as she stopped to wheeze. Han Byul's rank? I thought to myself. She's a Dean's Lister, right?

"Rank 11," Han Ah then relayed the adverse information.

"Oh," Han Byul paused for a moment, "Really?" She uttered vaguely.

"Yah, jjang?" Han Ah held one of Han Byul's hands.

"Aniyo," Han Byul shook her head, "You are joking, right?" She stiffly stood as she pondered upon what her bestfriend has just told her. I myself was shocked with such appalling news. Though standing right behind her, I can feel that she herself was taken aback.

"Mianhae, Han Byul-ssi~" Han Ah hugged her.

"I-it's okay," Han Byul stuttered. "I'll be fine."

I knew she was lying. I held her shoulder but she removed my hand immediately, leaving me with no choice but to watch her as she walked absent mindedly through the crowd of people.

"Follow her," Han Ah told me. I nodded my head as an 'Okay' sign. <hr/>

Oettoke? What should I do now? I rubbed the back of my head as I followed to where Han Byul was heading. A girl trying to supress her tears and a guy following her lead. Tch, sounds like my ex and I. TT______TT Well, whatever.

"Miss Han Byul?" I called from behind the bench to which she dimly seated.

"Go away Kevin," she told me as she stared blankly into space. "I need to be alone right now."

I ignored her plead and sat right beside her.

"Didn't you hear me?" Her voice raised a tone higher. "I SAID GO AWAY," she said a she turned to look on the other side.

"I may be your ever-so-obedient bodyguard, but I can also be stubborn at times. You know," I told her as I moved an inch closer and rested my arm by her petite frame. "It's okay. You can cry," I patter her back. At least I can try to soothe her feelings, I thought.

"The only thing that makes me feel accepted is that damn 'Dean's Lister' title," she began explaining. "Now that I'm out of it, I'm no one." Then she started to cry.

"Ever since my mom left us for her stupid boyfriend, dad never really learned to appreciate me. He only saw me either to commend for some stupid accomplishment or reprimand me for being such a spoiled brat. LIKE, is it my fault that mom left him?" She asked me. I bit my lip in pity. No wonder she's an attention-seeker.

"And now I'm out of that prestigious Dean's List, what do I get?" She continued. "He's gonna limit my allowance? Cut off my credit card? I won't be surprised if he rejects me as his own child," she cried some more.

"Aigoo," I finally replied. "I'm pretty sure your dad loves you for who you are, Miss Han Byul. He may be off beam in showing it, but I'm pretty sure he does," I told her.