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I tossed my phone on the desk just as Mark took his usual seat next to me. Sighing in needed attention, he looked my way and rolled his eyes. "What's your problem?"

My heart was quick to sit me up straight and shout my entire issue to Mark, but I knew I had to keep it short. Mark didn't like long drawn out issues and I surely didn't have the energy to give it to him. "I made an idiot mistake. You know Jungwoo?" Mark nodded giving me more of his attention. "I tried to build some sort of trust between us by telling him that he and I could keep each other's secrets so I told him I was gay—"

Mark stuck his hand in my face and turned away to hold back his laughter. "Wait!" he snorted. "So you're building a friendship with the school's biggest joke and you start it off by doing the gay thing? Don't you think he would know if you were full of shit by jumping in his face talking about sexuality? He's the talk of the entire fucking school ever since he did what he did."

I don't really know what Jungwoo did to get this much crap and I was scared to know. I had to think about it but I nodded nonetheless. "He didn't know I was gay. He actually went off on me because of it. He told me to leave him alone and I was heartbroken all night, but I finally decided to listen to him. I'll leave him alone."

Mark raised both his eyebrows and turned away. Maybe the information was too much to handle. Or maybe he'll end up ditching me when he finds out I lied to him to and I'm not giving up on Jungwoo. Something happened to him to make him the walking dead and I'll figure it out. But I'd rather it from his point of view instead of the entire school.

Unlike half the morons at this school, I know everyone has a story. I'll be the first to understand his.

"You transferred classes?" I heard the teacher question which made everyone stop chattering and look to the front.

"Black jacket? Blue hair? Thin pink lips?" Mark looked at me as I could feel my pupils widening. "Move, Mark. Go sit with Kang Yaebin." I shake his chair violently while watching the teacher sign Jungwoo off. "Move!"

"I thought you said— oh forget it. You'll always be a weirdo." He snatched his bag off the floor under our connected desk and playfully nudged my head with his elbow. It hurt bad enough that I had to convince myself he was joking.

The teacher then looked around and squinted at Mark when he saw him settling in the empty seat. "We have an empty seat next to Wong Yukhei. Wong Yukhei, please raise your hand." I did so proudly. I raised it, waved it, and made it pop. My joy went nowhere when I witnessed Jungwoo roll his eyes at me first hand. I even went as far as pulled out his chair.

He wasn't so thrilled with the change. I couldn't even remember why I was slouched and depressed just two minutes ago. "Hello, sciency new boy!" I was all up in his face for some reason. He moved our chairs a few inches apart. "That's as far as you could go or you'll bump into Paeseong." We both looked at the small scrawny kid who was looking back at us. I waved politely and he waved back.

"I need to move," Jungwoo muttered under his breath while scanning the class for another seat. We were always pretty full until a student exchanged to America. "There is literally nowhere else."

"You're stuck with me. Hopefully, my gayness doesn't infect you if that's what you're worried about."

Jungwoo growled while glaring at me. "That's not it. Don't play me out to be a homophobe. I am not. I just needed to inform you that everything you're okay with is not okay to everyone. I kind of wished you were a lot smarter than you don't appear to be."

My eyes watch him take out his journal and pencil aggressively. "Hmm..." I tap my pen on the wooden desk softly. "You dish out insults, wear all black, need air that isn't in your home, and only have three solid friends that I bet you don't even like." I then write this all down and make sure he sees it. "Anger issues? Antisocial? Neglect at home?"

"Shut up." He froze all of his actions immediately while staring down at his desk. His knuckles were white and pressed firmly against our desk. "You don't know what you're talking about."

It felt horrible that I got to him. Not something I meant to do though.

"Me? I know that you lack sleep. I mean you're the one with bags under your eyes." He hid his balled fist under the table the moment I said that. I closed the journal promptly not really trying to get into a physical altercation. "I'm just trying to... I'm not trying to annoy you. I'm treating you how you treat me."

"I invade your personal life with bull crap I pull out of a hat!?" I shake my head quickly. "Then what are you talking about you're treating me how I treat you? I tell you to leave me alone and you find a way to get me closer. I make it clear I don't care about you and you tell me things anyway. What is wrong with you?" Even his whispering sounded harsh.

"You." Jungwoo blinked back my words and I just stare at him not really intending on taking anything back. "I watch a lot of mystery movies and you're like the real deal live and in action. You're what's wrong with me Jungwoo. I'm like a detective and you're the crime scene. A well-organized one."