I only help him once. Once. Who would have guessed he would suddenly become obsessed and follow me day and perhaps even night.
My name is Seth, Seth Kim. Or as my father calls me little Kim. My dad is Korean.
I play basketball. I'm the captain and also the best player there is in our school so far. I don't necessarily love the sport but my Dad always assumed I was obsessed with it.
Our coach calls me Kim. Just that. Most people call me that actually. I don't mind, in our culture calling someone by their first name alone is something intimate. Moreover I think Kim sounds better than Seth
Anyway, my name is Kim....
"He's still staring" Stacy spoke. Damn she's loud
"I know" I replied calmly
"Don't you think it's creepy?"
Of course I do.
Stacy was asking all this while pushing chips in her mouth. Damn that girl eats a lot. Almost as much as I do. But she never gains weight and sometimes I swear I see her looking like a model... If she dresses like a regular person of course.
"I do"
I was being honest. The boy was honestly being a creep. I would always wonder what was happening in his head when he was staring at me like that. And when I caught him , he would not even bat an eyes sometimes it's like his eyes even get more intense.
"Maybe you pissed him off" then she paused. Her eyes lit up...
" Or maybe he has a massive crush on you"
I nearly chocked on my food. What a vixen. I bet she was planning on killing me and claiming all my clothes
"Do you know anything about him?" I found myself asking. The question has been weighing my mind and I know Stacy was dying for me to ask that question
She smiled.
Her face filled with some emotion I couldn't quite place. Like it was something worthy that I would never understand. Slowly she placed her hand on the table. Getting ready to settle. And in that moment I knew I was up for a full history .
The girl had done her research.
"He's asian" she said..
Like hell I couldn't tell.. if this was all that she had perhaps I should just sneak into the registry office and look him up myself from some files
"Just like you." She continued explain her so hard earned information.
"Except he isn't mixed race like you. He's fully korean. His name is Park Jiman. I bet his parents wanted to name him Jimin but cheese not to"
"Mn"
" You know you really surprise me Kim"
I raised my head, I was confused.
" You know nothing, sometime I can't even believe you're real. You're actually telling me you don't know who Park Jiman is?"
I really did not know. I mean how many in Korea have he surname Park. And how many of them are rich enough to come to some elite school in another continent. Not to mention, Koreans are studious bro could be a sponsored student.
Stacy sighed.
She did that a lot whenever she's around me. She told me I drain her energy.
I watched as she placed her hands together. And I could tell the lunch was gonna be long and chatty
His name is Park Jiman. My nightmare. He is on the school boxing club. Is champion and has stayed undefeated from the time he joined. He was on the top and no one within the school or outside the neighborimg schools could beat him in his art. He is very talented and capable.
He is what most people would callan all rounder but he seemed to love boxing most. As Stacy had said he called it his sweetheart
Park Jiman is your perfect textbook asian kid. Academically the best in all subjects in his class. Best in boxing. Did well in other sports. Stacy mentioned that his only flaw was his personality.
Because he indeed good looking.
His personality was sour. And he was mean. That's why he always ended up alone. That explained why he was sitting about five tables away from us. Alone staring at me whilest nimbling his food like a cat with trust issues. ..
Interesting.