《Fuckgirl ✓》03
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As much as I hated to admit it ever since I blew upon on Hyejoo three weeks ago my life felt as if became less interesting. Like there was something or in my case someone missing. I had no one to bicker with or roll my eyes at or purposely ignore. No one was there to annoy me during math anymore since Hyejoo moved to the other side of the classroom. I had been tempted to talk to her whenever I saw her walking down the hallway or sitting in the cafeteria and every time I worked up the courage to say something we'd make eye contact, then like a coward I would look away and say nothing instead.
Even at work I would wait to be greeted by crappy up line and received absolutely nothing. I let out pitiful sigh that caught attention of one of my coworkers Yves. "Are you okay?"
"I'm honestly not sure," I said lazily moving around M&Ms.
"Well, I don't think you are," she declared. "You just wrote 'Hyejoo' in big letters using M&Ms"
I blushed embarrassment noting that had in fact wrote her name while trying to figure out a solution to the problem I didn't know I had.
"Why don't you just talk to her?" Yves asked.
"Because it's not like we're friends and I don't think she would forgive me after what I said." I wouldn't forgive me either. "She's not even around anymore and she's still getting on my nerves."
"Maybe it's because you like her."
I looked at her like she had grown an extra head then busted out laughing. "Like her? As in more than a friend? You should be a comedian."
"Whatever you say." Yves walked off clearly not believing me for a second.
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I didn't like Hyejoo and even if I did I wouldn't consider her as more than a friend. Maybe that was my problem! Clearly while I was hating on Hyejoo I formed some sort of liking to her so losing her was the equivalent of losing a friend. I like Hyejoo but only as a friend.
"I'm a genius," I said to myself. "As if I'd ever like like Hyejoo."
One more thing popped in my head involving my moment of discovery: now what?
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"Yeojin code blue!" I shouted.
"How many times do I have to tell you that you can't just walk into my house like that?" I ignored her complaint and walked past her to enter her bedroom where I knew Yerim would be. If she wasn't at my house, she was at Yeojin's. Sure enough she was laying on Yeojin's bed texting on her phone. "I'm going to get a security system."
"You already have one," I reminded her. "Your password is 040601. That's now what I'm here for though. I'm here because I have code blue!"
Yeojin blinked at me. "What's a code blue?"
"I need major advice to figure out what I'm supposed this new self discovery," I explained. "Apparently I consider Hyejoo as a friend but didn't know it and now that I know I think I should apologize. What do I do after that?"
"Wait for her to forgive you and if she doesn't then move on and find another friend." Yeojin beamed as If she had told me the true meaning of life.
"I could've have told myself that!"
"Then why didn't you?"
"Because as my best friends you and Yerim are supposed to come up with something better. Right, Yerim?" I looked at Yerim who was staring down at her phone with a dumb grin on her face. "Yerim?"
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"Huh?" She looked between the two of us oblivious to what we had said. "Yeah, sure." Yerim suddenly stood up from the bed to put her jacket on. "I've got to go."
"I just got here," I protested.
"I'll see you tomorrow. You'll live." She waved and was out the door before I could object even further.
"That was weird," Yeojin said. I nodded in agreement although that Yerim would tell us if she was doing something wrong.
At least I think she would...
Yerim stood outside the entrance of the mall anxiously waiting to be united with her potential new girlfriend. A small piece of her felt bad for not saying anything to her friends about it, however a majority of her said screw it because her crush meant a lot to her. Plus, she hadn't been in a relationship for a while and she'd be damned if let the opportunity slip through her fingers.
Two hands came from behind her and covered her eyes."Guess who?"
"Hyejoo." Yerim smiled and turned around to find the girl who she looked happy to see her too.
How? Well one day while going to the restroom during class Yerim saw Hyejoo sitting on the ground with the most pitiful look on her face. After Yerim did her best to comfort her, they began to talking and that was that. Yerim fell for Hyejoo in an instant.
"Are you sure you know who is okay with the two of us hanging out?" Yerim could see the evident worry inside of the other's eyes even though her outside said she was completely cool.
"Totally," Yerim lied.
Yerim knew that it was a dangerous game that she was playing where she could easily lose if Chaewon discovered that she had a thing for her sworn nemesis. But what Chaewon didn't know wouldn't know her.
Yerim held her hand out to Hyejoo. "Shall we?"
Hyejoo observed her carefully looking for any last minute signs of deception. She knew that it was wrong for her to be crushing on her ex love interest's best friend. She knew that it would look bad to the people who would see them together at school. She didn't care. Hyejoo liked Yerim for being her sweet, beautiful, funny self regardless of what anyone had to say. This was their chance to be together and she refused to blow it.
Hyejoo intertwined her fingers with Yerim's and smiled. "We shall."
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