Sandy, TOP, & Gyuri…
TOP caught her while she’s watching him. Instead of her getting red and flustered as what he expected…she didn’t. Instead she lazily returned her attention to what she was reading—as if nothing happened. That took him aback and thought, “that’s the first.”
What made her more interesting was the fact that something about her makes her stands out. She was surrounded by her equally beautiful and attractive friends and their guys. What was it? Was it her almond pair of eyes? Her jet blank hair? Her nonchalant attitude? Was it because she looks mysterious?
“Barbie Dolls and their Kens” a voice said from behind him.
From the voice alone TOP could tell that it’s a female, he turned around. The person before him was cute with 162cm, with wavy, past shoulder length black hair and startling brown eyes and pale skin. She was wearing a comfortable normal pair of pants and pink tank top. “She’s talking to me?” He thought.
Well, couldn’t hurt to be polite.
“Barbie Dolls?” If there’s one flaw that TOP could come up for himself that would be his being clueless about things outside basketball and school. Yup, he wouldn’t be Clueless TOP for nothing.
But the name sound so familiar though.
“Yup, they are the infamous Barbie Dolls who spends their time in flirting with guys, shopping, and partying; b.itches, bimbos with pretty little heads between their shoulders.” She smiled sheepishly. “Sorry for the word. I am Gyuri.” She extended her hand and smiled.
“TOP.” He took the proffered hand and shook it, before stepping back and looked around for his friends. Being with opposite sex still makes him feel uncomfortable…again, he’s equally clueless about girls as much as other things. The only girl he gotten close to next from his mom was his ex girlfriend who unfortunately dumped him with another guy. He started walking towards Hyun Joong. “You don’t seem to like them.”
Gyuri grimaced. “More than half of this school’s population share same sentiment.”
TOP’s the type of person who doesn’t talk to people much and obviously he’s not comfortable talking with her. However, it seemed she’s not in the mood of letting him go yet. “What can you say about our school?” She asked cheerfully.
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