The White Tulip (Symbolism Of My Feelings)

L, You're Driving Everybody Crazy!

Honey

Usual routine in the classroom - talking, joking, playing games, perhaps even revising the lessons from last time in case the teacher questioned them about the last material and praying for not picking them. I grabbed my LG, put my earplugs in my ears and turned on the Wi-Fi. Then I went to Youtube, typed ''Bruno Mars - Billionaire'' and pressed on the music video.

''Hey, Honey.'' The grinning neighbor beside me who had just came greeted. His hair was lifted and some gel was put on it. The freshness and happiness in him were glowing in the room. The girls from our and other classes were gazing at the perfection in front of them. They squealed, screamed and complimented them while the boys, on the other hand, were either ignoring the surroundings or rolled eyes, wondering why the female population cared about somebody insignificant.

''Your new hairstyle looks nice.'' I also complimented him. I glanced at both his and my clothes. Compared to him, I was wearing everyday clothes - a typical hoodie and jeans - while his black Tee, jeans, and Supra sneakers were telling his cool side. I was so ashamed of myself. I don't see how I deserve to be his girlfriend. We were completely different from each other.

''You really like it? It's a sample for our comeback.'' Suddenly, he placed his hand on mine. ''Are you ready to show the world our first stage of our relationship?'' The last sentence was whispered.

''Yeah, about that... I think we should wait...'' I felt troubled by the fact that everyone would know about us.

''Why? Are you worried that I'm the one who can't be with you? Just don't.'' He took my hand ads squeezed it. ''BTW, since we became more than just friends, you should call me Myungsoo-oppa from now on.'' He tilted his head and gazed at me like I was some kind of picturesque picture. First, he wanted me to call him ''L-oppa'', so now it's ''Myungsoo-oppa''? He just couldn't get over the fact that I wasn't that girl who acts innocent and cute and clings to people to gain attention.

''No way.'' I rolled my eyes.

''Yes way.'' L insisted.

I crossed my arms and looked aside. ''I don't want to.''

''You have no respect towards me.'' I felt uneasy. He had a right to scold me. He's older than me and one of the laws is to admire those who are older than me. But... Why did he have to be in my class if he's one year older? He should have signed for an upper grade.

''I'll call you ''L-oppa''. That was your first attempt. You should be satisfied now.'' I didn't look him in the eyes.

His answer was shocking, though.

''It's not acceptable.''

''Huh? But I called you oppa.'' I blushed as I mentioned the word.

''You did it without Myungsoo. That's my real name.'' What a witty excuse...

''L is shorter than Myungsoo. I hate saying long words so... deal with it.'' I pouted and turned to the other side like an angry child.

The teacher entered the classroom. Phew! I thought that this argument wouldn't be over. It was getting hot. Everyone would eye us if we continued our heated debate. It wasn't like this matter was that of importance but respecting the older pupils is vital. Yet I couldn't bring myself to say his name with '-oppa' after it properly. How do those cute, bubbly girls do it? They make this deal so much simpler.

We stood up and bowed to the teacher. She motioned her hand telling us to sit down. For the first time, I was thankful that the educator came to the room in time. I received glares from my neighbor; I wanted to be distracted as much as possible to avoid his death stares. They just make me so uncomfortable and guilty. I turned off the phone.