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Chapter Three: What's Up With You?

Boring.

Boring.

Boring!!!!!

I sat at my desk in math class, staring blankly at the clock, literally counting the seconds until the hour went by.

I was about to raise my hand for a hall pass so I could excuse myself, but a slip of paper slid across the desk, clearly thrown, and stopped me.

I opened it up as I sat back down and read the poorly written message:

Dear Freako,

When will you just give up? We've been at this for years now. Everyone knows I'm superior to you so you have nothing to prove. Except that you're a useless lowlife—you'll never be able to disprove that. Whatever. I've moved on so you should, too. Besides, we all know that you started it.

-You already know, dumbass

I scanned the letter over a second time. It appeared to be that the letter was from Jackson, but his actual handwriting looked even worse and he doesn't usually use fancy words like 'disprove' or 'superior.' Plus, when has he ever wanted to end all this? He's the one who enjoys these feuds!

Either Jackson got some serious manners and English schooling overnight or someone else wrote this piece of junk, and I'm guessing it's door number two.

Someone wrote it.

But who?

"Mr. Park!" Mr. Wayne yelled. "You have two choices; either sit up and pay attention, or leave my class!"

I cleared my throat, sitting up straight. "Right. Sorry, sir."

After class...

"Thank goodness it's our lunch break!" I cheered, relieved to be out of class. "Another minute with Mr. Wayne and I just might've died of boredom."

"Yeah, yeah," Jaebum replied, not really caring. "Whatever you say."

I stopped and looked at Jaebum carefully. "Seriously, hyung?"

Jaebum turned around, meeting my eyes. "Hm?"

I rolled my eyes as I put my hands on my hips. "I can't believe you actually did that."

Jaebum looked at me in a confused demeanour. "And just what are you referring to?"

"As if you don't know."

"I don't know."

I scoffed, unable to look at him as I held up the forged letter. "This! I can't believe you pulled this! Do you take me for a fool?"

Jaebum held his hands up. "I have no idea what's gotten into you, Jinyoung, but whatever that stupid piece of paper is, I've got no clue." And with that, he walked away, leaving me wondering what to believe.

A minute after being totally confused and angry, I ran after him, with the intention of an apology. "Hyung! Wait up! I'm...sorry."

Jaebum faced me, almost knocking me over as he did. "For what? Not trusting your best friend? Making false implications? Do you want me to continue?"

"Alright, alright," I chuckled. "I'm sorry for everything. I should've talked everything out first."

"It's fine," Jaebum shrugged, walking alongside me. "Anyway, what's up with you?"

I grinned. "More like what's up with you, hyung. Something's been on your mind lately. Or someone."

Jaebum playfully shoved me. "It's nothing. Don't worry about it. Now, let's have some lunch, shall we?"

I smiled, heading to my locker, with Jaebum following behind, to grab my lunch. "We shall."

Although I kept my mind on task for the rest of the day (mostly), my focus kept on going towards the letter. I was certain that Jackson didn't write it; it just wasn't like him.

It wasn't Jackson.

It wasn't Jaebum hyung.

Then who was it?