The next morning, I trudged my way through the front gates of the school. 

Wednesdays depress me. It's the middle of the week and no sign of the weekend in sight. I heavily sighed, tightening the straps on my backpack.

"Cheer up, Joo-Eun. At least you don't have to babysit today." Max reminded me, bobbing his head to his mp3 player while he was leafing through yet another car magazine.

I just grunted. "Yeah, yeah." The reason to my current PMS'ing is the fact that with the chaos the kids were making with the wet beds and the bawling and fighting over who would sit in my lap for a last minute bedtime story, I didn't have time to even text Jin.

"Where's Alex? I thought the moron told us to meet him here for a few minutes before school started." I commented, looking around for any sign of that blond haired troublemaker.

Technically he’s not allowed to dye his hair, given it’s a strict Korean school and all but he just racks up detention like there’s no tomorrow.

Max craned his head, helping me look for Alex. "Maybe he's running late." he tried.

I snorted. "He's always late." I retorted.

Sure enough, I could see Alex running down the street.

Max and I grinned, wondering if he would make it. The gates always closed at 8:30am sharp and it was 8:29am already.

"Tuck that in, Mr. Lee." A bossy voice that belonged to none other than our principal Mr. Man boomed out.

I can never look him in the eye when I say his name. It's just too funny. Want to know why?

His first name is Wo.

And his last name is Man.

Get it? Haha, Max, Alex and I had a laugh-fest the day we found out his first name. I kind of feel sorry for the poor guy. His parents must have been on crack when they named him.

Mr. Man pointed his bamboo stick at one of the senior guys trying to sneak past him. "You there! Button up that collar. You look like a pimp." he barked out.

"Right away, sir." The senior quickly did as he was told and scampered off before Mr. Man would notice his non-regulation sneakers and diamond stud in his right ear.

Mr. Man surveyed the schoolyard like some battle ground and stabbed his bamboo stick in the direction of a girl trying to hide her horribly short skirt with her binder. "That skirt is shorter than my mother's underpants, Miss Choi. Unroll it or you get detention again."

"Yes, sir." she meekly bowed before running off as well.

I kept my head lowered to avoid his attention while Max quickly stuffed the magazine in his pocket and hid behind his knapsack. We loitered out front, still waiting to see if Alex would get locked out again.

Mr. Man pulled out a remote control and right on the dot, evilly pressed the button for the gates to close.

"Mr. Man! Nooooo! My mom's going to kill me if I'm late again today! Please let me off just this once!" Alex hollered, still a good couple feet away.

Max and I shook our heads in sympathy as Alex finally made it to the now closed gates.

"Please, Mr. Man! Let me in! I promise I won't be late again next time. Just let me in!" he pleaded, trying to squeeze his big head, arms, legs and fat butt even through the small space of the bars.

Mr. Man just kept his hands behind his back. "Wake up earlier, Mr. Kim." he merely said before walking away.

"That's no way to treat a student." A voice called out.

I felt my heart immediately go into cardiac arrest as I realized who that sexy, sultry voice could only belong to.

Mr. Man spun on his heels and his eyes rested on none other than my future husband, Lee JeonJin.