Your Girl Crush | MoonSun

1: Stupid Paper Hearts

"I usually don’t make things obvious, but that day, you were fucking annoying."

I swear to God, everything she does pisses me off. Fucking Kim Yong Sun who thinks life is rainbows and sunshine. One day she'll wake up, and on that day I'll smash her pretty face into the wall.
 
I watch her as she walks about the classroom, her uniform ironed to a perfect crisp and her hair smooth and silky. Not even one pimple dares to touch her perfect complexion. Of course she's pretty, any damn fool can see that, but she's blind. Does she honestly think passing out these paper Valentine's will help anyone?

She makes her way down my aisle, giving everyone a paper heart and a cheap lollipop. The boys turn into blubbering messes as she addresses each one by name and the girls compliment everything about her.

"Oh, wow, Unni! You have such nice skin!"

"Unni, how are you so skinny?"

I bet she expects the same from me. Too bad I don't give two shits about her or her stupid paper hearts.

"Byul Yi! Happy Valentine's Day!" She hands me a white paper heart, her signature written in pale pink.

"What makes you think I want this?" I throw the heart on my desk, letting my disgust be known.

"Oh, well," she stutters. "It's o.. okay if you don't!" She pulls a green apple sucker from her bag of treasures. "But I hope you'll accept them anyway!"

I take the sucker from her and inspect the wrapper.

"Whatever, just move along, Kim Yong Sun." I wave her away. I can't stand to talk to her any longer.

"I know you seem cold, Byul Yi, but I hope one day we can be close! I know there has to be more to you than this persona you show everyone."

What the fuck did she just say?

I look at her and that cheesy ass grin she's sporting and almost laugh out loud.

"I don't know who you think you are, Kim Yong Sun, but you need to look at who you're talking to before you open your fucking mouth aga-"

"Moon Byul Yi!" The teacher gasps from the front of the room.

Ah, fuck.

"Using language like that in general is strictly prohibited in this school, but towards one of your peers," Mr. Cho shakes his head. "I want you to stand outside with your hands up until I feel you've learned your lesson."

He's fucking kidding me, right?

Yong Sun suddenly speaks up. "Mr. Choi, nowhere in the student handbook does it say cursing is prohibited."

"I'm sorry, what Ms. Kim? I seem to have heard you wrong?"

Yong Sun takes a step forward, clearing her throat.

"Well, Mr. Choi, you see as President of Class 4C, I've read the handbook from cover to cover, and no where does it state that cursing is prohibited on school grounds. The handbook touches drugs, alcohol, and the length of female student's skirt, but never does it speak of cursing."

The teacher looks baffled. In fact he's stunned, but so am I. What does she think she's doing standing up for me? Is she crazy?

"Kim Yong Sun, if you feel this way, you can serve detention with your newfound friend after school after you spend the day outside of class with your arms raised. Is that understood?"

Yong Sun opens her mouth again, but I stand up.

"Yeah, Choi. We understand." I grab her wrist and pull her out of the classroom. Great, not only do I get to loose all feeling in my arms, but I also get to spend two hours in an empty classroom with this dumb fuck.