CHAPTER 6: HyunJoong’s Girl?

–HwangBo’s POV–

I still couldn’t believe that in a span of four days my life would turn into a circus. Thanks to that walking sex maniac Kim HyunJoong.
What’s worst than having my life turn into a circus was that I was getting anxious on what he would do next?
I know what just said that he wouldn’t be messing with me again after I hit his pretty face with my fist, but he’s not ordinary guy—he’s in fact, Kim HyunJoong and guys like him won’t just sit down and take it all in. Guys with ego bigger than their heads.
I grabbed the tong and fished gently out the prints from the tray and hanged it on the binder rings to dry.
Kim HyunJoong.
If I knew what he would do to me, I shouldn’t have just hit his face. I should have tortured him until…until—
I sighed, placing my hands on the table, hanging my head low. If I torture him will it bring back my life? Will I be transported back to the past? Da.mn. Even if I will kill him with my bare hands, I won’t get my life back.
I was angry, pissed off; confused, embarrassed, anxious…every single emotion that was not supposed to be on my chest was there.
I was angry…no, disappointed with myself for being weak. Heck! I am HwangBo and I wasn’t weak. I shouldn’t be weak!
I traced my lips with my fingers and shook my head. I couldn’t believe myself that I realized how weak I was until I was kissed by that—that se.x maniac. What’s worst was that I not only been kissed by him, but because of that students started calling me Kim HyunJoong’s Girl.
What thef.uck?! I mean seriously, how could they even say that I was somebody’s girl?
I closed my eyes trying to control the growing anger. I took another look at HyunJoong’s photo and I wanted so much to take it out from the group and burn it.
I sighed and looked around. Does this mean that I can no longer function as the person behind Paparazzi’s Target? Does that mean I can no longer do things I enjoyed doing?
For my three whole years here in SCA, I’ve been NOBODY and I do enjoy that status. No one knew me except my classmates. I can easily blend in to a pool of strangers without detection.
But after what HyunJoong did. Everything just went down into the drain.
Everywhere I go, I hear girls buzzing like flies, I get weird looks and attention by guys, what’s scary was that most of them took time to smile and greet me like I was from the VIP—like I was one of them.
Should I also mention that most of the professors were acting strangely nice at her as well?
Yes, that’s because I was Kim HyunJoong’s Girl.
ARGH! I can’t believe that this was happening to me on my final lap here in SCA.
I closed the door behind me. Was this what Yuri kept reminding me for more than 2 years? That my so-called equipped self defense can’t protect me as much as I thought it would?
How would I know, right?
Will I just sit down and accept that this was indeed my new life? But heck! I was nobody’s girl! I wasn’t anyone’s girl not HyunJoong’s.
I sank down on my chair. Will I give in to him just for this to stop?
This wasn’t an easy decision, I have many things to consider, actually I have one person to consider with—Yunho.
I stepped off the room after checking everything; I pulled her hair clip off. I must admit the night breeze was making me feel a little better. God. When was the last time I actually felt better? After what happened I practically had to go strasight to the dorm after class. Shindong wasn’t happy that I was slacking and so I decided to do some final wrap up since today is Saturday.
This is all Kim HyunJoong’s fault!
Even though how much I convinced myself that these might be in passing, I just couldn’t. Okay, shoot me for being pessimist, but can you blame me? This was so new to me. I grew up being alone and as you can see I wasn’t vying for the title of Miss Congeniality.
“Hi.”
“Move away from me or—“
“Are you actually threatening me? I thought of accompanying you until you reach your dorm.”
“I don’t need someone to walk me to my dorm.” I heard myself said, walking faster this time. I think I didn’t hit him that hard. Dang! I should have used all my strength and not three-fourths of it.
HyunJoong’s smile broadened following beside me. “You don’t have to thank me. Gentlemen should walk women to their dorms. ”
I snorted. “You call yourself gentleman?” I stopped walking and faced him, our eyes met, making my heart jump a little. “Anyway, since you already kissed me.” I shook my body like I was grossing out. I saw him frowned. “I do not want that to happen again. So we have to scrap that out IF you win.” I stressed on the word “if”. “Instead like…do your homework once?” I wasn’t a good student, but I don’t think he should know that or maybe I can threat Yuri to do the homework for me. Ha! That’s a good idea!
“You don’t like my kiss? Da.mn! I am SCA’s best kisser.”
“Da.mn! You are!” My brain screamed, just great! My brain was still in shock of what this guy did. I stared at him in fake disbelief. “Are you sure about it?”
He shrugged. “Anyway, I know that I am going to win. It’s just how the world goes, guys always win.”
“Yeah right.” I said rolling my eyes before started walking again.
“So, when I win, the bet is…” he intentionally trailed his voice.
Stop the drama, will you?
“ I want you to be my friend.”
I think my jaws dropped. Did I just freaking heard him right? He wanted me to be his friend? Was he freaking serious? Or maybe he’s in drugs or something!
“Friend?!” I repeated. “You sure are funny for a sex maniac. We can never be friends. EVER.”
He was quiet for two minutes while we were walking. I don’t know what might be running through his head. I noticed that we were going to the darker side of the campus. Trust me if he’s going to lay even just one finger I would so help me God, chop his whole hand off.
“So you want us to be lovers then?”
EXCUSE ME?!
“WAH!” I said and stopped walking, clapping my hand to my mouth and faking a surprised look. “You are unbelievable!” Then, while suppressing laughter, I continued walking, faster so that now he was running after me. “Besides,” I paused and faced him, “I am already engaged. So I don’t think my future husband would be happy to hear that his future wife is having a scandal with any random guy.” I started walking leaving him behind, just in time for me caught his expression changed.
Come on, he can’t be jealous. I was pretty sure that I was just one of his targets.
“Anyway, so let’s just be friends then,” he said as soon as he and I were walking abreast. “I wouldn’t ask for more than that.”

I stopped again and study his face. Trust me, I was fighting hard not to look away, I was trying so hard to show him that he doesn’t make me tingle all over with that smile, with that eyes… you know what I mean?“Why do you want to be my friend?”
I watched him exhaled and ran his fingers through his hair. Was he nervous? Was it hard to answer? “Because I want to have friend outside my circle, friend that isn’t a guy.” He looked away.
Was he a good actor or what?
“Unfortunately, you’re on top of my list as I don’t want to be friends with.” I walked slowly leaving him behind.
Any normal guy would just give up already, right? With all the words I said, with all the things I did, I think it’s enough for him to say, “okay, you win, bye.”
But again he’s not ordinary moreover normal. He was running behind me until we were walking abreast.
“Well? If you really don’t want that to happen, it’s up to you anyway. Just win any type of game with me.”
I shrugged. “If that’s the only thing that makes you stop harassing me then I’m in.” I added, “No basketball since yo are great in that.”
He nodded. “Since I’m a gentleman. I give you the honor to pick what sport you like us to play.” HyunJoong offered. “Except Taekwondo and target shooting.”
I am not stupid to believe that there’s one sport of game he doesn’t know how to play. He’s a great basketball player, he can play darts, we can’t compete in swimming because last time I heard he used to be on the swimming team.
“We can play pool then.” I heard myself suggested.
“Ok then. Tonight. At 8pm, Recreation Hall.”
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“You’re bad, unnie.” Rainie jokingly scolded me.
“Why?” I asked faking innocence.
“I know that you are a sick pool player.”
“Tell me, friend. Am I that stupid to actually pick a game that I don’t know how to play?” I asked her, through the mirror.
“Unnie, what game do you NOT know how to play?” She asked back.
Smirk crept across my face. I must admit that I do know how to play at least all sports, from basketball, volleyball, darts, to chess. But among all those mentioned I excelled in pool. I got addicted to it during high school and the school almost kicked me out.
So when I told him that I wouldn’t want to play basketball, it’s not that I don’t know how to play. No, actually I played basketball since 9 years old until 15 years old. But I still have no match with HyunJoong’s. He’s a captain ball.
It’s not the main reason why I didn’t want us to play ball because of that but because I have this problem with guys sweating.
Yes, its pervertish weirdness and so embarrass to admit that I drool when I see guys sweat…especially Kim HyunJoong’s.
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What the heck?! Yuri and I stared at each other then turned to watch the growing number of people inside the Recreation hall. Just when did the whole SCA know about this? My eyes were looking for HyunJoong and when I saw him waving at me, I glared at him. “You told the whole school?” I mouthed the words.
In my frustration he just shrugged at me.
I did say I hate to be in a spotlight, right? And playing pool with him under the lens of the whole school was making me more nervous. Regretfully I realized how my subjects feel when they see their photos on the paper. Da.mn! If it weren’t because of me posting his uncompromising position shots, then I wouldn’t be here.
At the end of all this, I realized that this wasn’t his fault—but mine.
Yuri hugged me and whispered, “Unnie, don’t be nervous. You can do this.”
That boosted my confidence. “I must win. I hated to be called by these airheads as HyunJoong’s Girl.”
“I place my bet on HyunJoong.”
“Me,too.” Others followed.
Oh great, all the students did expect him to win. I sighed and smiled weakly at Yuri before approaching pool table. Before I can totally feel discouraged I heard one girl chipped in, “My bet is on HyunJoong’s Girl.”
Gone was my premature excitement that someone apart from Yuri who believes in me and I groaned, “HyunJoong’s Girl?!”