Chapter 3 (1/1)

"Did you take my notebook on purpose?"  Jonghyun was walking me home. He insisted that I shouldn't be wandering alone at night, especially in this neighborhood. My apartment was only a few blocks away but I doutb he finds his way back without being lost. London architecture was confusing. I argued. But then he showed me his fancy  GPS locator thingy, which I envied. So I gave it away. In the dark, I couldn't make out his expression. He said, "No. It was a honest mistake" "Okay," I eyed him suspiciously. We were silent for a few moments, then out of the blue, he blurted "Why is it so important? The notebook?" I sighed. I admitted to myself that I liked him, but not when he pry into things. Should I tell him or should I not tell him? Again, my mouth opened against my will. "I work for a History professor. He and I had been tracking Queen VIctoria's lost love letters," I laughed without humor "I don't know why, out of any other historical objects, he tried to track this one. And it is hard to track. I mean, we've been to Saint Petersburg, Portland, Athens, and we've only got bits of the letters but he never gave up. I admired him so much, I wrote about him, and us in that notebook. That notebook was our journal," Jonghyun had a hard time to digest my explanation. He stared. I laughed at him mockingly. "You asked me," I shrugged "No, no" he shook his head "Then what is it?" I stopped at my tracks and looked at him sideways He seemed to lost his words. A voice came out of his throat. Like half hiccup, half laugh  "You're-" "ROSEMARIE HAZEL FRAY" We both jumped. We were in front of my apartment, I just realised. And,.. Uh, oh  "Where have you been?" Professor Gates stood angrily in his usual robe and pj's look.  Jonghyun and I looked at each other nervously, clearly, we don't know what to say. The professor came to him and pointed his fingers at Jonghyun accusingly, "YOU! Go home before I call your parents" I was about to laugh but then Professor Gates caught my wrist and drag me into the apartment. I casted Jonghyun an apology look which he returned by waving his hand silly and turned his back and left. I hope he didn't get lost.---Eustace Gates scowled at me for the rest of the night, even though I told him why I was late. Feeling a little cold, I walked upstairs and opened my bedroom door. Hae Sun  was lying on my bed. "Oh, good. I thought you were kidnapped or something"I made a face at her and lie beside her. My hair scattered on the sheets, like brown seaweed on a silk. I closed my eyes."So?" "Hmm?""Your notebook?" "On my bag," I pointed at my leather backpack on the floor "Your boyfriend?" I choked on oxygen. "WHAT?" Hae Sun giggled, "Your face, when you were with him. You were glowing. I can feel it from up here, you know" "NO," "Yes. Even when Old Eustace scowled at you for being late. You hate being late and yet here you are staring at the ceilings with a dreamy face" Now that I thought about it, I think Hae Sun might be right. I liked him. But he was no boyfriend of mine. No. I realised Hae Sun was staring at me. It was like she knew what I was thinking.  I snapped, "No. He is not my boyfriend" A voice in the back of my head said, Like, hell! You want him to be. Don't you?