Blast From The Past | Ryeji

Prologue

Hello,

My name is Shin Ryujin and this is the story of how I was born a cat.

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Kidding!

That'd be weird right?

Being born as a cat... ha ha ha...

Ha ha ha...

*Clears throat*

Anyways...

As I was saying, my name is Shin Ryujin.

And this is the story of me and the one and only Hwang Yeji.

The most gorgeous, beautiful, fun, loving, amazingly talented, crazy sexy—

I think they get it babe.

I'm just stating facts Yeddeong...

Just get on the story already.

Did I forget to mention bossy?

Excuse me?

It all started back in high school where me, the typical quiet girl, was head over heels for the most popular girl.

She was a year ahead of me and was graduating soon so I thought it was finally my chance to make her notice me.

Flashback:

"You got this Ryujin. All you have to do is go up to her, say have a great summer, wish her luck in her graduation and get married with her. Shouldn't be too difficult," I sarcastically muttered to myself. I peeked behind my locker door and took in a deep breath noticing Yeji walking towards her locker with her friends.

She was laughing and displaying her famous eye smile which always seem to leave me a blushing mess. Like right now.

I internally squealed and hid back behind my  locker door. I shoved my whole head in the locker and took a deep breath.

"Have a great summer Yeji. Excited for graduating tomorrow? Where are you going for college?" I whispered to myself. I thought practicing what I was going to say would ease my nerves but feeling like I was going to poop myself any second told me otherwise.

"Hey Ryujin!"

"Ah!" I yelled out. The voice had scared me so bad that I accidentally the top of my head in my locker by jumping in surprise. I groaned and held the top of my head,

"Idiot," my best friend laughed out. I scowled and turned around to face my half Canadian best friend, Somi. She has this antagonizing smirk on her face,

"I hate you," I mumbled out while adjusting my glasses on the bridge of my nose. She lifted her hands in surrender with a small laugh,

"Hey now, I wasn't the one with my head shoved in my locker  and talking to myself like a crazy person," she teased, I rolled my eyes and closed my locker.

"I was not talking to myself. I was merely practicing my words," I paused and looked away, "To myself." Somi chuckled,

"Like I said, crazy," she said. I narrowed my eyes and crossed my arms,

"I resent that," I retorted. She playfully hit my arm before looking around. And seeing a certain brunette, a knowing smirk gets plastered onto her lips,