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Dear Diary - Chapter 7 (Friday, 8 July 2011 / 12:02 / 2 responded)
Gikwang's POV

Dear Diary,

I let Jojo enter the class first. You know the rule, 'ladies first'. Her seat was just right in front of me. I could see her back so clearly from this view. Captivated, all I did was stare at her. Her hair looked so soft. How I wish I could stroke them and just make her lay her head on my shoulder.

"Okay class, turn to page 54. We'll be starting a new chapter,"

Crap, didn't notice the teacher there. Bummer. I was just having my time. Come on, Jojo. Turn your head around. Just stare at me. At least a peek. Pfft, what am I saying. She's concentrating, Gikwang! Stop, daydreaming.. focus.

*Kringgggggggggg

2 hours later, the bell rang. Next period time - to the gym! Yeah, physical education. Now I'm all pumped up. I don't mean to brag, but I am one awesome player in basketball. You have no chance of beating me. I'm unbeatable.

Hold on. I wonder wheres Jojo's class later. I think I better ask her.

"Yaah. Jojo-ahh,"
She turned her head around facing me. "What?"
Oh God. She's looking at me. Crap, relax Gikwang.

"So which class will you be attending later?" Fuhh, thank God that came out.
She tilt her head up. Probably trying to recall her schedule. "Chemistry, why?" she answered.
Shoot. No class together.

I smiled and shook my head. "Nothing, just asking." She smiled back and walk straight to Chemistry Class before I could even say good bye. Oh well. She's probably in a hurry anyway or else, she might get punish for being late.

Which reminds me. I better get to gym quick. Coach Hodong hates those who are late. Hahaa, Coach Hodong. I remember once when Coach Minho brought his son along, Yoogeun if I'm not mistaken, and that little guy called him, 'pig-ahjusshi'. Hahaa.

Ahh, 20 minutes before gym starts. Better hurry!

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Jojo's POV

Dear Diary,

I walked to Chemistry class alone this time. Usually, I would walk with Bibim, but since she has club meetings, I had to walk alone. Man, who would even set up a meeting during class? Stupid -.-

Wait, chemisry class? Isn't that the old schedule. Didn't the school just made another schedule for everyone? Arghh! I better check back.

Crap, I was right. Its not chemistry class. Its.. hey, its PE. Yayy, Gym Time! I wonder wheres Gikwang's class? Hmm, well I'll ask him during lunch later.