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Chapter 9

Nabi's P.O.V

The boy who was me dragged me down the hall and out of the school. I kept my head low, not because I wanted to go unnoticed, but because I was sure if I brought my head up, I would get sick right in front of everyone. But it worked both ways; no one ran up to us, squealing. Although, I'm sure a few glances were thrown out way, we were, after all, some girl half-carrying a green looking boy down the hallway. When we'd gotten out of the crowded school, I gulped in the fresh air.

"Please don't puke on me," He-she begged.

I couldn't respond, afraid of opening my mouth. I had no idea where we were headed, and I don't think he did either. We ended up in a patch of trees a ways from the school. As soon as we were covered, he dropped me on a log.

"Ow," I finally spoke.

My stomach had calmed down a bit, but I wrapped my large arms around it anyway. I looked up at Him. He stared down at me. We just studied each other, as if hoping that it was just our imaginations, and that we would suddenly wake up in our own beds. But nothing of the sort happened.

"Aish!" She/he ran his fingers through my long red hair, tousling it up. "What's your name?" He turned back to me.

"Nabi," I replied in his deep voice, then waited expectantly.

"What?" He noticed my stare.

"What's your name?" I frowned.

"Wait. You don't know?" She stared at me in surprise.

I shook my head.

"Kim Tae-hyung. But just call me V."

"Why?"

"Just call me V."

V sat down on a tree stump across from me. It was so strange to see myself from someone else's perspective. I squinted to study my features. He did the same. He was still wearing what I'd put on the night before, my favorite sweatpants. Then I remembered my dislike for him, and my squint turned to a scowl. V frowned, too.

"So. What now?" I asked after a few silent moments of staring.

"Here's an idea: We go back to our own houses, go back to sleep, then wake up, realizing that I was right all along and this is all a bizarre dream." He nodded, apparently approving of his notion.

"But..." I chewed my lips. "What if this--"

"Don't say it. Please don't say it." He actually covered his ears.

"Well, I mean, we have to consider the possibility, maybe we can get someone to help us," I insisted.

He scowled.

"Fine. Let's pretend this is actually happening. What are we going to do? Tell everyone we know?" He crossed his arms, and I felt uncomfortable at seeing them so close to my chest. "I'm sure they would all believe us, then maybe we can go consult some doctor, this kind of thing does happen all the time, after all--"

"Okay! I get it!" I exclaimed, thoroughly exasperated.

He seemed surprised at my outburst; it was the loudest I'd been since we'd encountered each other. I laid my face in my hands. What were we supposed to do? I wanted to believe that this was a dream. But it was just too real.

"Then, what do we do?" I said, quietly.

"We have to find a way to reverse this," he replied after a minute.

Well, that was obvious. It's what I thought we were trying to find out from the beginning.

"What do you suggest, then?" I asked.