CHAPTER 2 (1/1)

-A short chapter. You've been warn-Siwon walks me to my first class, and we talk about our schedules. No classes together, but we do have the same lunch period. We’re holding hands, and he strokes his thumb over mine, says he wishes we had all our classes together.  He says he’ll be thinking about me all morning and can’t wait to see me at lunch. I lead into him a little because his voice sounds so good, and he smells so good, and really, he is gorgeous. He turns and puts a hand on my shoulder, very gentle putting some space between us.                “And don’t forget you promised to come see Minho’s basketball game on Wednesday night,” he says, and kisses me goodbye. I hear the freshmen girls that are walking by sigh. Until me, Siwon never dated a girl for more than two months. I used to be proud of the fact that people would look at us and wonder why he was still with me. I used to feel as special as Siwon always says I am because I knew what mattered most to him. I was the girl he’d chosen to trust.                Now all I can think about is how every time we touch, he’s always the first to pull away.                That’s the thought that stays with me for most of the day.                My classes are all deadly boring except for music, which flies by because we’re playing this great jazz piece that has a clarinet solo. Mr. Hwang lets me play it, and I roar through it, hitting all the notes perfectly. Well, most of them.                “Not bad,” he says afterward, and I’m even happier after that because a “not bad” from Mr Hwang is about the highest praise you can get.                I wash my hands really well after class, but when I meet Jessica in the hall she hands me a tin of mints, and then pulls a tube of moisturizer that smells like strawberries from the depths of her purse. I swear, she has everything you could ever want in there.                “You, know, it’s not too late to have your schedule switched and take trigonometry,” she says.                “Oh sure, because the C minus I got in geometry was a sign that I’m meant for advanced math classes.”                “We’d get to take it together. We don’t have any classes together, just lunch.”                I look over at her. She’s chewing on her lips and looking down the hallway. “You’re going to do fine. You’ve got a boyfriend who can do all you homework for you.”                “Sooyoung!” she says, but she’s smiling. Heechul is a total math genius. He doesn’t talk about he’s so good at it that instead of talking math here, he takes some awful-sounding class at the community college.  High end colleges send him glossy mailings. The only way I would get something like that is if I were the last person of almost-college-age left on the planet.                The bell rings and I say, “Don’t forget, I’ll be done by five, okay?”                She nods. “Just meet me in the parking lot. And have fun with Hyejoo.”                I give her the finger, and she laughs and walks down the hall.                When I get to world history the classroom is full, and I look around, hoping to see at least one face I know. No, no – wait. Yes. Over in the far corner is Seohyun. I’m surprised to see her. Seohyun’s one of those people who always gets A’s in everything, but then I remember she was in music with me last year. We’ve been in music class together for years; before I quit marching band we would sometimes sit together on the bus going to competitions and stuff. I think she plays the flute. I smile at her, and she looks around for a second, like she’s checking to see if I’m smiling at someone else or something, and then hesitantly smiles back. I start to cross the room- if I have to suffer through this damn class I might as well sit beside someone I sort know- but then Hyejoo comes shuffling in.                Hyejoo looks about eighty and has for, I kid you not, at least twenty years. I saw an old yearbook in the guidance office when I was trying to get out this stupid class, and she looked exactly like she does now, right down to the brown skirt and brown shirt she’s wearing. She teaches all the remedial history courses. How she manages to do this, I’ll never know.                Actually, I guess I’ll find out.                “We’ll be sitting according to my order,” she barks in a surprisingly loud voice, and points at the last desk in the room. “Im Yoona. Nam Jiyeon.” And then she just keeps going. And on...and on...and on... The fact that she didn't sense our protest - some keep mumbling loudly their dissatisfaction- is a miracle, or maybe she's just playing deaf. Or maybe she is deaf. Is she?                I end up sitting in a row of people I don’t know and Seohyun sits all the way on the other side of the room.  Hyejoo is still droning on, finishing up the Ms – when I hear her say, “Kim Jaejoong."                My pen slides across my notebook page, a startled line, and I look at the desk across from mine, at the person who is sliding into it.                Kim Jaejoong. ***                A/N : Jajjang~ Finally the mysterious Kim Jaejoong. I know that this chapter kinda short but i wanna keep the suspence, well, suspence. Make sence? No? LOL. ANYWAY~~~ I like to thank you guys who subscribe and commented this story. It really meant a lot.