Don't Cross the Line || Y.JW

14

"I got chicken and Beef." I said putting it on the ground next to him. I followed him behind the school so no teacher would find out we were skipping.

Honestly, I liked the rush skipping class gave me. I never mind breaking the rules, I just know it's better to follow them. Although, I do miss the constant adrenaline.

"So Yang..."
Insu started.

I eyed him suspiciously.

"What did you do before coming here?" He asked me. I raised an eyebrow confused at what he meant.

"Honestly, just took care of my parents. Why?" I tugged on my sleeve nervously.

"Ah, Really? So you didn't skip to date?"

"No, I didn't. Who would I date? A 12 year old?"

I furrowed my eyebrows as I realized being a hideaway with a girlfriend was impossible. It wasn't impossible for a student at B-side, but for a hideaway. Most girls his age would be at G-side.

"Maybe a Rebel?" He spoke.

"A Rebel? What's a Rebel?"

"The girl version of a Hideaway, Yang" Insu explained.

"How do you know that?" I was puzzled. How did he know so much about the, well you know, unspeakables? Right. It wasn't impossible for B-side boys to have a girlfriend, so could that mean...

"Do you have a... friend?"

"Of course I have friends. Pfft-" insu laughed as I just shook my head at him.

"Idiot."

"What?" He stared at me with a confused expression . I shrugged my shoulders stuffing noodles in my face avoiding any sort of eye contact with him.

...

I sat at a table with Riki and Hoon in the project hall.

"Where were you 3rd hour? You missed the math test."

Hoon looked super disappointed in me. To be honest he made the same face as my father did before I left. It was just a math test though.

"With Insu."

"What?"
"Huh?"

"Why we're you with him?" Riki asked as his lips twitched out of disgust.

I just stared at him hoping my expression would say it for me.

"Oh. Never mind." Hoon said tapping Riki on the shoulder.

"What? Why did he- Oh, right." Riki looked over to Insu's table.

"He made me buy him Ramen."

Hoon laughed hysterically while Riki and I stared at him in confusion... and a little concern.

"Do you even have money?" He asked me.

"Of course. Not much though." I put my head down sticking my hand in my pocket.

"I have a buck left."

"We're supposed to get jobs over the summer." Riki looked like saying that felt like his life was over. A job when we're supposed to be having fun. I understand because his expression said it all.

"Really?"

Hoon nodded his head.

"There's two more minutes until school's out." Hoon sighed.

"Two more days, Yang. Good luck."

I groaned loudly slouching down in my chair earning some looks from my classmates.

Hoon and Riki just laughed at me. I gave them a death stare before slouching down more.

———

Yeojeong dropped the box of headbands next to the water fountain.

"Why did you buy so many?" I asked her furrowing my eyebrows at the big box of headbands.

That was Yeojeong's thing. She would always match a headband with her outfit. So she would always have different headbands the same color as our uniform. And of course other colors for after school, weekends, and summer break.

"Because, I need headbands to match everything I wear silly." Yeojeong hit me softly in the arm as she sat down on the edge of the fountain. She excitedly dug through the headbands putting on a burgundy one matching the color of her tie and skirt.

"Isn't it cute?" She smiled at me as she raised both eyebrows. Kind of like an excited puppy.

"Yes." I laughed.

"Hey, y'all. What you up to?" King greeted. She came over a stood next to me looking at the box of headbands in confusion.

"Why are there so many?" She squinted her eyes.

"That's Yeojeong for you." I shook my head, before looking back and smiling at Yeojeong. She was like a child on Christmas Day.

For some reason I suddenly thought about the girl from class. Jang xxx. Jang something.

"Hey, Yeojeong ." She didn't hear me since she was too focused on her headbands.

I tapped her shoulder making her look at me.

"Do you know the names of Sanghee's entourage?"

"Oh, yeah. Jang Jimin and Jang Wonyoung."

My mouth fell open as my eyebrows furrowed. Two Jangs? How am I supposed to know which one? Oh, wait. I suddenly had an idea. The girl was taller than both Sanghee and the other girl.

"Who's the taller one?" I asked her another question once again.

"That's Jang Wonyoung." Yeojeong said.

"Oh, right. The former Rebel. That was her name." King nodded.

"Huh?!" I stood there with my eyes wide open.

If she was a former rebel, then why is she with Sanghee. Why did she say she didn't want anything to do with a Rebel when she knows how it is to be one?

"She was the one before you." King said.

"Girls here usually forget about the old Rebel once a new one comes." Yeojeong added.

"Yes sir- ma'am." King rested her hands on her hips.

"How long is it until another Rebel comes?" I asked them.

"I was a Rebel for six months, but Jang Wonyoung..."

"Yeah."

"She was a Rebel for two years."

"Really?" I was shocked. What if I'm a Rebel for that long? It's not that bad right now, but judging by how King doesn't want to be called by her full name, and Jang Wonyoung looks absolutely broken, I'm pretty sure that this might be slowly turning to hell.