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Whether by my own will or against it, a girl has to meet the “bad guy,” who would determine what slope her life would go down if she falls in love with him.

And here I was, Binna Lee, a sixteen-year-old nerd without a single friend of my free will, standing and gazing with infatuated eyes at the local “celebrity” – the bad guy named Dae-jung. The bad one without quotation, because the everyday life of this popular, handsome young lad comprised conflicts at school, loitering about the streets with friends as dubious as himself, with mandatory alcohol drinking and getting involved in fights.

Since then, my goal in life was to draw Dae-jung’s attention to me, and I spent all nights planning where we might “accidentally” run into each other. We have entirely different lifestyles, and meeting me at a late-night disco or some local party would be the breaking news in town. However, I still managed to cross paths with Dae-jung – on the way to the store, when he was surrounded by a noisy drunken company, sharing some small change, determining who would go next to beg from the saleswoman for alcohol. Or in the streets, I would break into an awkward smile and mumble “Hi” if he passed by with another “drinking buddy.”

Dae-jung was handsome. But heartless inwardly. And it was not surprising that after a while, he did notice me. Not because he liked me, but because he found out that I was naïve, ready to do anything for him, fool.

‘Why are you wearing those ugly jeans?’

It was the phrase that started our conversation with Dae-jung.

‘Excuse me?’ I maundered as I walked past Dae-jung standing next to my house with his openly laughing drunk friends.

‘You’re Binna, right?’ he asked haughtily.

‘Right,’ I confirmed.

‘I’m Dae-jung. This is Sung-ho, Yoo, Soon, and Yon.’

‘Right,’ I couldn’t think of anything else to say.

‘So why are you wearing those ugly jeans, Binna?’ he repeated the question, and I winced.

‘They’re not ugly. I like the casual style of clothing.’

‘It doesn’t suit you.’ James came closer and whispered in my ear, ‘You have such a beautiful figure, long legs. Why are you hiding them? You need normal women’s clothing – skirts and cleavage.’

I did not know how to respond to such impertinence and just stood there, staring into his eyes.

‘Do you want to go out with us, Binna?’ Dae-jung asked with a twinkle in his eyes.

‘I’m not—’

‘I know you do. And I want to see you every day. And every night.’

It was this last sentence that determined the course of my senior year. Every night I, Binna Lee, a sixteen-year-old nerd in a short skirt and a low-cut top, in the questionable company of my free will, walked with a local “celebrity” – the bad guy named Dae-jung.