the last time i saw yuta was four days ago, when he went to the headmaster's office.

he had been expelled for one week because of what he had done with lucas in chemistry class (by the way, i still don't know what happened). 

i felt lonely. during those last months, yuta had been the only friend of my age, and i felt really comfortable around him, so now that he  isn't here, i miss him.

as i was walking alone in the corridor, during lunchtime, someone patted my shoulder.

"hey little guy..." lucas said as i froze.

"oh... hey lucas..." i stammered

"you mind if i hang out with you? yuta's not here and the others are boring." he told me. 

i didn't know if he was really complimenting me, or if he only used me because he had nothing better to do.

"yeah, no problem..." i answered.

we ended on a bench, in the school garden, talking about his friends .

"so, how did you meet yuta?" he asked me.

"the day you two fought." i replied.

"which one? when i broke his arm?" he cut me.

"what?! you broke his arm while fighting?!" i exclaimed.

"yeah, he cheated on a test and said it was my fault if he had a 0!" he continued, pissed off.

"oh..."

"i'm quite violent and agressive, you know?" he explained.

"i noticed it..." i whispered.

"anyway, how did you two meet?"

"the day you broke his nose i guess. i tried to help him, and after, he came to me." i said.

"he's a great guy, really. well, even if he is a jerk sometimes. " lucas replied. 

an awkward silence took place between us. 

"tell me a bit about you little guy? i want to get to know you." lucas broke the silence.

"i-i'm almost eighteen, i hate maths, i'm allergic to seafood, i really can't draw, and i want to work in the secret services." i said, not knowing if it was what he expected from me.

"cool! i'm still seventeen, i hate school and work, i don't have any allergies, i really love basketball, i'd like to be an idol, i have lots of friends, but my real best friend is yuta. oh, yeah, what about you?" lucas asked me.

"what do you mean?" i answered.

"your friends." he said.

"o-oh... i don't really have any. i have two or three, but they are much younger, and then i have yuta..." i lowered my head.

"really? that's so bad, you're such a nice little guy!" he said as I blushed.

"t-thanks..." i replied.

we spoke a lot, until the conversation i was afraid of came...

"and what about your soulmate?" he asked.

"i still don't have found her." i replied.

"i know, you told me last time! but don't you have any idea who it can be?"

"humm... no." i hesitated.

"too bad, mine is hiding from me ... i've tried everything to find her, but i can't..." he said sadly.

"maybe she isn't ready yet..." i said.

"i know, but i just want to know who she is. you know what, tonight i'll explain her everything by writing on my arm and i'll ask her who she is." he suddendly said.

"oh... yeah, great idea." i lied.

"i'll text you and tell you who she is. and you should do the same!" he exclaimed.

"yeah..."

"give me your arm, i'll write my phone number." he said, his pen in his hand as he grabbed my arm.

"n-no, wait!" i shouted. 

but it was too late... he was already writing the numbers. 

when he finished, he raised his eyebrows and looked at his arm, and then noticed his number, magically printed on it .

"jungwoo. what the fuck is that?" he said calmly.

"i-i-i... i'm s-sorry lucas..." i panicked.

"are you my fucking soulmate?! you?! a boy?!" he shouted

"sorry lucas..." i said, tears forming in my eyes, running away from him, in a place where I could be safer.