HIGH SCHOOL RELATIONSHIP-SHIT!
High School 16's

Suddenly I remembered something. "Do you know I'm 173?"

And then Kai's face changed. He looked the other way with both hands ruffled around his waist. It also looks like a breath from his mouth.

"Lo.. why come up with my name?"

Kai's eyes suddenly drew sharply at me. "Involuntarily, want to see what order, this Juna girl. I'm more sure Juna is blind. Could be the number one guy like he got a girl last number like lo. If I'm, ogah."

My eyes are perfectly round. Bener-bener the child. "Heh, it doesn't have the same business, you know! I don't want to be the same! Mending you take care of your own life. You think you're handsome? Very grubby style." Firmly I said that, then turned the body stepped away.

"HEEH, I DON'T WANT TO BE THE SAME!" Kai shouted continuously as if he wanted to continue arguing with me. But I ignored him, not wanting to until I grabbed his hair.

"Hiiihhhhh!!" I flicked my feet after turning back over the wall. "Crazy! How come there's a guy like him. Ngeselin banguttttt!! I want to go unhiihhh." I was scrimping the air with both hands clenched in annoyance regardless of Arsya already leaning against the wall waiting for me.

"Ck. Yaudah, come back. Mother nyariin, we haven't had lunch." Arsya pulled a side of my hand, which still continued to curse Kai while punching the wind with another hand as an impingement.

Another bad day in a day. Twice a special upset for today only. So really, I came here.

Good thing the other day I never saw Kai again. I don't know where he is and don't want to know. And we came home after two days I was here because I didn't want to linger in a place that I hadn't told Juna that I was abroad.

...🍭...

The holidays are over. Finally we went to school again and this time I exhaled again and again. You see, in this second grade, all students of class XI will be divided into 3. IPA, IPS, and Languages.

Before that, I had a discussion about this to Arsya. Because I don't know where to go. AN IPA? Well, it definitely makes my brain curly.

THE IPS? I do not like the smell of history, especially the articles and laws of NKRI, the innate sleepiness and want to sleep. I'm sorry, my hero😭. But this is serious. Especially about the shift of the earth and so forth that makes me really want to sleep.

Then, the language department. It's a deceptive lesson because at first glance it looks easy as an everyday language, but in fact, language is the most difficult lesson for me. How many times have I told my teacher that the Indonesian language I wrote was right, but he thought it was wrong. But all this time we do not use a rich language that is also, for everyday? Ck!

"That's it, fix because elo is lazy to learn."

Arsya's curse at that time managed to make me grin until my teeth dry. Well, how do you end. I'm not pinter, am I.

"Kalo lo, where?" I asked Arsya, whom I had guessed.

"IPA." he replied casually as he continued to play games on his phone.

Yeah, hell. Arsya is fit for IPA. But I have to follow him?

Finally, with a heavy decision, I chose... AN IPA!!

Why IPA? Yes it's okay. Don't know where else to go.

Fortunately, I graduated and was allowed to enter the IPA class with my mediocre grades.

And here I am now. Grade XI IPA...

My eyes stared at the mobile screen that displayed the school web. View information about my current class.

Aw, IPA2. I'm not surprised, really, even though there is an IPA2 position from 4 IPA classes. Because, said Kak Juna, the class does not determine which is the smartest. Because it could be IPA4 which gets the title of the best students.

I went to IPA2 class. The wide step immediately slowed down when Hajoon sat on the number two bench from behind.

Hajoon, so I'm in class with him?

"Ariva. What number is the chair?"

Oh, that's Rosa, a classmate last semester.

"Number?"

"Look, on the web. We have the sitting arranged. Who knows we're all of me."

I, huh? I checked my phone and found the back seat.

"Iyea!!" Suddenly I screamed until it made some people glance at me.

"I'm sitting there, Sa."

"Oh, that, yeah. Okay, let's." Okay." Answer in lethargy. Maybe he would prefer someone I know.

Then it turned out, I was sitting behind Hajoon.

"Hey. We are a class." Sapa Hajoon kindly smiled displaying his dimples.

I nodded and smiled awkwardly. He's Kai's friend, although he doesn't make fun of him, Hajoon becomes the one who laughs with the mockery. It might even be him who labeled Pabo back then.

Eh? Whose bag is this? So my best friend came first, yeah.

I'm still standing knocking on the table. Because there's Hajoon, I don't know why I feel good.

"Joon, called a basketball boy gathering on the court. Kuy!"

This sound...

I turned around and found Kai standing behind me. His face was as surprised as I was, not expecting us to be in a class even though I had been suspicious since seeing Hajoon.

"Jeez, elo again!"

I grieve in my heart. Damn it for a class with kids!

Kai's forehead suddenly shriveled. He saw an empty bench behind me.

"Don't tell me you're the same as me?"

Damn it! Really what am I, huh???

"Heiii. I don't want to be the same!" My eyes were looking for Rosa.

"Rosa, I'm the same you, yeah. I'm there, yeah!" I yelled at Rosa who was looking at me.

"Where can you, Va. This is it, it's been recorded."

Uhh! Why is pake arranged everything, his seat. Will this be the best High School in my life? Ah, I don't know. The important thing is to put the bag first.

I shifted Kai's bag by the window. I want to sit there, so I can take a look outside.

"Hey-hey-hey! That's a cave bench!" Seru Kai's.

I sat down and hugged the bag on the table.

"Gue first."

Kai clucked. "Obviously I came first!"

"Come on dong, same girl! Time of the bench until the sewot."

"Gue likes to beat women but not equally lo!"

I looked at Kai. He's got a problem what the hell, same me. Are you still hurting about futsal yesterday?

I looked up, looking at him who was still standing on the side of the table. "Lo's a smilebelin' this, huh?"

"Gue doesn't care. The important thing is you move aside, it's my bench."

Bodo. I immediately lay my head on the bag against Kai. Hajoon's little laugh was heard in front.

"Jude, bro. Let alone. You're gonna be on one bench for a year, right?" Hajoon was interrupted by laughter. He stood up and grabbed Kai out of the classroom that I could still see his reflection from the windowpanes.

Huh. Thankfully only. But how is this..? Am I really the same as Kaiii?

AAAAAAAA I DON'T WANT TO BE LIKE KAAAIIIII

I screamed in my heart.

TBC...

Kai Samurans