Stuck in Between

Chorong's POV So here's another school year again. I'm already in high school. At last! I survived the long and difficult days of studying to be admitted in a high standard school. Well, I'm here now walking in Yongsan High School looking around its surroundings, and excited to have a new life. I graduated from an all-girls middle school so I'm kinda thrilled about studying in a co-ed school. And, this year, I'm hoping to find ROMANCE. Heol~ no, I should find that perfect guy of my dreams. How romantic! A guy approached me as I entered my assigned classroom. He is wearing thick-framed eyeglasses like a nerd, but his uniform seemed.. distorted. He didn't close the blazer and he put on a lot of colorful stuff in it, and I forgot to mention, he's wearing a colorful baseball cap as well. "Annyeong! I'm Chanyeol, and you are?" he asked. I was kinda taken a back by his sudden question. Why is this guy so confident? "I'm.. Chorong. Park Chorong." It feels weird to introduce myself to a guy, but I managed to smile. He smiled as well. Oh! This guy is kinda cute. "Chorong-ah!" I heard a familiar tone of voice called my name. Yes, I was right. It was Jung Eunji. My bubbly boyish straightforward friend who has been staying in Seoul for years but still have a dialect. "Eunji-ah!" We hugged each other. How I miss her! We haven't seen each other over summer vacation coz she went home to Busan. Chanyeol cleared his throat to get our attention. "Chanyeol-ah! You don't have to do that!" Eunji commented. Wait. Did this two became friends already? How could Eunji be so comfortable using informal words easily? I envy her. "Chorong-ah. His our neighbor. You know, the one I always fight with at home." "Jinjja?" Oh! That was unexpected. I was imagining an ugly, short, dorky looking guy as her childhood playmate, but it turned out that Eunji was just making him look ugly in our imagination. Then Eunji jumps to put her arm on Chanyeol's shoulder. His tall height made him lean downward. I giggled looking at their situation. Another person cleared his throat behind us. It's our homeroom teacher. He introduced himself as Mr. Kim Heechul. Kinda girly, funny, and lively guy. Our school year would be so much fun having a teacher like him. Anyway, I was sitted alone without a seatmate. We were put in number according to.. I don't how Mr. Kim grouped us, but I am sitted near the back at the side of the window while Eunji is sitted with a pretty girl who looks so innocent and Chanyeol is sitted with a Chinese-looking guy. He and Chanyeol seemed to get along well so easily. Chanyeol has talent in making friends, I think so. "Tomorrow, we will elect our class monitor so get to know each other today." Mr. Kim got his stuff off the table and put them in his arms. He was about to go but he suddenly stopped. "Number 23." He called my class number. "Ne, songsaengnim." I answered confused. "22 is gonna arrive tomorrow so don't think that the space is all yours." Then he gave an evil laugh before going out of the room. Everyone was surprised. Our teacher is super weird. I got up right after Mr. Kim went out of the room. I went straight to Eunji. Chanyeol and his new friend went to Eunji as well. Before I could talk, Chanyeol's new friend already took away the spotlight. "Hey Chingus! Let's all be friends. I'm Chen." He didn't even offered his hand for a handshake. Instead, he just took our hands shaking them. He is also full of confidence. No wonder he became friends with Chanyeol in a split of second. I accidentally saw his nametag. "Kim Jongdae..?" Chen immediately covered it with a guilty smile pasted on his face. All of us looked at him suspiciously. He awkwardly let out a laugh. "You guys are my friends, right?" It simply means he doesn't like his name so he gave himself another name, and he wants us to call us by that name. "But I like Jongdae though." Eunji with her usual poker face. That means she's kidding. But Chen looks so affected about it. "Andwe! Please just call me Chen.." with his arms together begging. "Did your parents know about this?" Eunji jokingly said again. "Aniyo... Andwe.. Jebal.." Chen is still pleading though its obvious that he knows she's not serious. The girl beside Eunji is laughing quietly. I saw Chanyeol took notice of her. "Hi! I'm Chanyeol.. and you are?" with that same tone as he welcomed me the first thing this morning. He sure is friendly. She smiled shyly. Oh! How could such a shy innocent looking girl like her exist in reality? No one's like her in our middle school. I'm sure she's gonna have guys drool over her purity. I envy her as well. So the day went on with us five being friends. Maybe tomorrow, my seatmate will be our friend as well. Or maybe.. just maybe.. someone who'll be my.. Lee Minho, Song Joong Ki, Yoo Ah In, So Ji Sub, Micky Yoochun.. the leading man in my own drama. kk I smiled at the thought. The next day, I almost don't wanna go inside the classroom when I saw who's sitting beside my desk. This is just part of daydream, right? This can't be! Though I'm outside the door. I can see him perfectly. So handsome! The prominent jaw line, pointed nose, thin sexy lips, chinky circular eyes. His body seemed well formed, and his legs are so long under that small desk. His blue black hair got a little messy by the wind passing by the window, and the rays from the newly arisen sun hitting his face making the picture-like scene look so magical. Well, I asked for a prince charming but the heavens gave me a god. What on Earth is this? But why am I so nervous? I find it hard for my feet to take each leap as I go nearer and nearer to my seat. I imagined him saying Hi and introducing himself. What would his smile look like? Much to my dismay. I reached my seat with him not even turning his head to see who's coming. I purposely pulled my chair brusquely to create a scene and for him to take notice. He didn't move a finger. Heol. Maybe he's so immensed with the book he is reading. I cleared my throat. Still, no reply. I put my books a little like throwing them on the table to startle him, but he is never distracted. Okay. I'm actually very persistent. I slowly poked his shoulder. I grinned. There you go. He faced me. I put my left hand up to wave and introduce myself, but before I even opened my mouth to talk, he already fixed his gaze back on the book. I was left shocked in oblivion. -----------------