-Continuation of Flashback-

"Why is your hair so short? And your friends have long hair. I think long hair suits you as well," Kenzo said, shrugging his shoulders.

As he said weeks ago, he actually transferred to our school. Bad news—he's my classmate. The worst part—he's my seatmate. Luckily, there are only two weeks left in the semester, so I just have to endure two more weeks with him.

"What's it to you?" I replied grumpily. We were the only two remaining in the classroom, and it's a good thing I'm no longer grounded. Well, my grounding ended last week when Kenzo suddenly blocked Mommy and Daddy's car and explained...