You was late for school again. You had no other choice but to climb the school gate. I laughed and started climbing. When you reached the other side, you hung your bookbag on the hook of the gate. Han saw it all. He was one of the troublemakers at school, often skipping classes.

Han walked over to you, chewing his gum and looking at you.

"What the hell are you doing there?"

He looked at you unamused, almost disgusted.