The trouble with boys

Chapter six

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I needed to catch up to Yugyeom, I knew this was the girl from the dance studio. I just hoped that he could confirm that, he was very protective of his friends, specially girls.

"Yugyeom-ah!", I screamed into every dance room to see if he would answer, until I saw him.

Yugyeom: "Hyung, am I in trouble? Why are you shouting?" his eyes widen.

Mark: "No, I need to ask you about this girl", I show him the picture and wait for him to answer.

Yugyeom: "Oh, that is a very pretty girl".

Mark: "Yugyeom-ah, come on I know you know her or at least seen her."

Yugyeom: "Huyng..."

I cut him off mid-sentence, "I think I saw her yesterday with another girl. Is she the same girl that comes here to practice?"

Yugyeom: "Yes, but not every day. That is all I am saying, if you want to get to know her, then you talk to her."

Mark: "Will do." I couldn't' hide my smile, maybe I was finally close to knowing who she was.

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I could see the sadness on her face. I knew her too well to know that face was more than sadness, disappointment.

G: "Carly, do you want to take today off?" I was a little afraid of the answer.

Carly: "I don't know. I feel like I let people down. Ajumma doesn't even know I lost the internship", she sighted.

G: "That wasn't your fault, funding's were cut, you are not responsible for that. Let's just take break today and go to the market" I said making by pouty face. This usually worked, so I was hoping for a miracle.

Carly: "Fine", she said rolling her eyes with a smile.

G: "Yes! Oh, we're here."

The bus arrived at our stop, we made our way out and walk a bit to arrive at the café where we heard a familiar voice yelling. We entered the café, which was close and it was almost 10 am, this was unusual.

Ajumma: "Girls! Well, you have the day off, since we have no light for some reason", she said while moving her arms around in anger. "We will talk later. I sense you have some stuff to talk about too."

We both looked at her surprised, but she usually had that six-sense kind of thing that sometimes was creepy, but so accurate. We said yes and made our way to the back to access our apartments.

G: "Well, I see you in a few or maybe more. I have a feeling I'm going to be single." I stay out all night without saying anything and even slept at someone else's home and could not remember who.

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Finally, home sweet home! I left my bag on the floor and made my way straight to the bedroom. I wanted to take a hot shower and change my clothes. As I took off the shirt that was clearly not mine, I noticed it had a name written on the tag and that I had my shirt on, but it was ripped. The shirt had the name Jackson on it. I sat down and started thinking about last night, then it hit me. My shirt got ripped by some d-bag that was trying to hit on me while I was making my way to the balcony of the club. Jackson had already been talking to me, he was nice and funny, he saw the tore shirt and he gave me his since it was a bit cold and he already had a jacket.

I must tell G what I remembered, but first a bath. I needed to wash off the bad energy I had and if that was a thing then I was going to have a long bath.