After the dinner, Jimin was nice to me at school. Which I hated. Mad was better than nice. Gaga was better than… nice. It was like I was a stranger to her, and man, it bugged me. Bugged me big-time.
Then the auction happened, and I found myself with even bigger problems.
The auction is this bogus way the Booster Club raises money for the school. They insist it’s an honor to be chosen, but bull-stinkin’-loney to that! Bottom line is, twenty boys and girls get shanghaied. They have to come up with fancy picnic lunches and then be humiliated in front of the whole school while other guys and girls bid to have lunch with them.
Guess who made this year’s top twenty.
You’d think mothers would say, Hey, there’s no way you’re going to auction my daughter off to the highest bidder, but no. Instead, they’re all flattered that their daughter’s been elected a basket girl.
Yes, my friend, that’s what they call you. Over the P.A. you hear stuff like, “There will be an organizational meeting of the newly elected basket girls and boys in the MPR at lunch today. All basket girls and boys must attend.”
Pretty soon you’ve completely lost your name. You and nineteen other saps are known simply as Basket Girl/Boy.
My mom, of course, was into it, coming up with all sorts of stuff to put in my basket so I’d get the highest bid. I tried to explain that I didn’t want to be in Kwangya Junior High’s Basket Girl/Boy Hall of Fame, and that really, what was in the basket didn’t matter. It wasn’t like girls were bidding on the basket. When you got right down to it, this was a meat market.
“You eat lunch on campus and that’s the end of it. It is hardly a meat market, Minjeong. It’s an honor! Besides, maybe someone really nice will bid on you and you’ll make a new friend!”
Mothers can be in such denial.
And then Beomgyu bends my ear with the news that Jang Wonyoung is breaking up with Choi Soobin, and that she, Lee Chaeyoung, and Park Sinu are starting some bidding war over me. “Dude!” he tells me. “The two hottest chicks on campus. And I swear to god, man, Wonyoung’s dumped Soobin because of you. I heard it direct from Sunoo, and dude, Sunoo the Ear knows all.”
He throws me this nasty grin and says, “Me, I’m rooting for Jumbo Sinu. It would serve you right for being such a basket girl.”
I told him to shut up, but he was right. With the way my luck was running, I’d probably get stuck with Jumbo Sinu. I could just see it – six feet of beefy babe downing both halves of my lunch and then coming after me. Sinu’s the only girl or guy on campus who can dunk a basketball. The whole gym
shakes when she lands. And since she’s got no, you know… female parabolas, the girl could shave her head and make it in the NBA. Seriously. No one would ever suspect.
Her parents give her anything she wants, too. Rumor has it they converted their garage into a full-on basketball court just for her.
Which meant that in the game of the basket girls, I was as good as slam-dunked.
Unless, unless Wonyoung or Chaeyoung was high bidder. But how could I make sure that happened? My brain went into overdrive, constructing a plan, and in the end I decided that there was only one sensible course of action.
Kiss up to both of them.
Halfway through my first day of doing this, I felt like a skunk. Not that I was being gross about it or anything. I was just, you know, friendly. And even though Wonyoung and Chaeyoung didn’t seem to smell a thing, Beomgyu did.
“Dude!” he says to me on Thursday. “I can see your game, man.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Don’t deny it, dude. You’re working them both.” He comes up and whispers in my ear, “Basket girl or not, I’m in awe.”
“Shut up, man.”
“Seriously! The Ear says they were, like, clawing each other in P.E. today.”
I had to know. “What about… Jumbo Sinu?”
He shrugs. “Haven’t heard. But we’ll find out tomorrow, won’t we?”
My mother dropped me off at school on Friday with my stupid oversized picnic basket, and since all basket girls and boys have to dress up, I was choking in a tie and feeling completely dweeblike in slacks and
dress shoes.
Kids whistled and shouted, “Oooh, baby!” as I headed up the walkway, and then Jumbo Sinu passed me, taking the front steps three at a time. “Wow, Minjeong,” she said over her shoulder. “You look… delicious.”
Oh, man! I practically ran to the classroom where all the basket girls and boys were supposed to meet, and the minute I walked in, I felt better. I was surrounded by other dweebs, who seemed genuinely happy to
see me. “Hey, Kim”; “Yo, bro”; “Doesn’t this suck eggs?”; “Why didn’t you take the bus, girl?”
Misery loves company.
Then Mrs. Hye, the president of the Boosters, the lady who lassoed us all, hoofs it through the door. “Oh, my!” she says. “You all look so handsome and beautiful!”
Not one word about our baskets. Not one little sneak peek inside. No, for all she cared, those puppies were empty.
Meat market?
You better believe it!
“Don’t be so nervous, guys,” Mrs. Hye was saying. “You’re going to have a wonderful day!” She pulls out a list of names and starts ordering us into line. We get numbers; our baskets get numbers; we fill out three-by-five cards to her insane specifications; and by the time she’s got us all organized and is sure we know what to do and what not to do, we’ve missed all of first and most of second period.
“Okay, ladies and gentlemen,” she says. “Leave your baskets where they are and go to… where are we now? Still in second?” She looks at the clock. “Right. Second.”
“What about passes?” some sensible basket girl asked.
“Your teachers have a list. But if they say anything, tell them I say your neckties are your passes. I’ll meet you back here when everyone’s dismissed for the auction. Got it? Don’t dawdle!”
We grumbled, Yeah, yeah, and headed to class. And I can tell you this, not one of the twenty of us listened to a word any of our teachers said that morning. How can you listen with a noose around your neck, pinched toes, and a room full of idiots thinking it’s open season on basket boys and girls? Whoever started this stupid tradition ought to be crammed into a basket and tossed downstream without a serving spoon.
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I was basket girl number nine. Which meant I had to stand there on the stage in the gym while nearly half the others got auctioned off. Minimum bid, ten bucks. And if nobody bid, the secret was a teacher was assigned to bid on you.
Yes, my friend, the possibilities for mortification were infinite.
Some of the moms showed up and stood off to the side with their camcorders and zoom lenses, fidgeting and waving and basically acting as dweeby as their sons and daughters looked. I should know. My mom
took an hour off work to be one of them.
Choi Yeonjun was basket boy number five, and his mom actually bid on him. No kidding. She jumped up and down, yelling, “Twenty! I’ll give you twenty!” Man, that’ll brand you for life. Lucky for Yeonjun,
Kang Taehyun came up with twenty-two fifty and saved his sorry self from everlasting torture as a mama’s boy – one of the few fates worse than basket boy.
Shin Ryujin was up next, and she fetched the Boosters all of eleven fifty. Then came Lee Anton, who I swear was ready to pee his pants when Mrs. Hye made him step forward. She read his card, pinched his cheeks, and raked in fifteen even.
At this point what stood between me and the auction block was Lee Jeno. And I wasn’t exactly interested in what he had in his basket or what his hobbies and favorite sports were. I was too busy scanning the crowd for Jumbo Sinu, sweating my pits off.
Mrs. Hye calls into the microphone, “Do I hear ten?” and it took me a minute to tune in to the fact that no one said “Ten!” No one said anything. “Come on, out there! The lunch is delicious. Strawberry tarts, um… ” And Mrs. Hye goes back to reading off the three-by-five about Lee Jeno’s lunch.
Talk about embarrassing! This was worse than being a mama’s boy. Worse than lunch with Jumbo Sinu! How’d he get voted basket boy if nobody wanted to have lunch with him?
Then off to the right of the crowd I hear, “Ten!”
“Ten? Did I hear ten?” Mrs. Hye says with a fluttery smile.
“Twelve!” came a different voice from the same area.
The first voice came back with “Fifteen!” and all of a sudden I recognized whose voice it was.
Yu Jimin’s.
I searched through the crowd and found her, hand waving in the air, that look all over her face.
“Sixteen!” came the other voice.
There was a pause, but then Jimin shoots back with “Eighteen!”
“Eighteen!” cries Mrs. Hye, who looks like she’s about to collapse from relief. She pauses, then says, “Eighteen going once… Eighteen going twice… Sold! for eighteen dollars.”
To Jimin? She was the last person I expected to bid on a lunch. Anybody’s lunch.
Jeno staggered back into line. And I knew I was supposed to step forward, but I couldn’t budge. I felt like I’d been slugged in the stomach. Did Jimin like Jeno? Is that why she’d been so… so… nice lately?
Because she didn’t care about me anymore? All my life she’d been there, waiting to be avoided, and now it was like I didn’t even exist.
“Step up, Minjeong. Come on, don’t be shy!”
Uchinaga Aeri shoved me a little and said, “Your turn for torture. Get up there!”
It felt like walking the plank. I just stood up front sweating bullets while the Booster queen dissected my lunch and started running through my list of favorites. Before she’s even finished, though, Jang Wonyoung calls out, “Ten!”
“What’s that?” says Mrs. Hye.
“I’ll give you ten!”
“Oh,” she laughs as she puts down her notes. “Well, I guess I hear ten!” l
“Twenty!” calls Lee Chaeyoung from dead center.
“Twenty-five!” It’s Wonyoung again.
I’m looking around for Jumbo Sinu, praying she’s gone home sick or something, while Wonyoung and Chaeyoung go up by fives. “Thirty!”
“Thirty-five!”
“Forty!”
Then I spot her. She’s about twenty feet behind Chaeyoung, cleaning her fingernails with her teeth.
“Forty-five!”
“Fifty!”
“Fifty-two.”
“Fifty-two?” interrupts the Booster queen. “Well, this has been lively! And from the looks of this basket, well worth the —”
“Sixty!”
“Sixty-two!” calls Wonyoung.
Chaeyoung scrambles around trying to beg money off her friends as Mrs. Hye calls, “Going once!”
But then Sinu stands up and bellows, “A hundred!”
A hundred. There’s a collective gasp, and then the entire student body turns and stares at Sinu.
“Well!” laughs Mrs. McClure. “We have a hundred! That is certainly an all-time record. And such a generous donation to the Boosters!”
I wanted to boost her, right off the stage. I was doomed. This was something I would never live down.
Then there’s this big commotion, and all of a sudden Wonyoung and Chaeyoung are standing right next to each other calling, “One-twenty-two… fifty! We’ll give you one-twenty-two fifty!”
“One hundred twenty-two dollars and fifty cents?” I thought the Booster queen was gonna polka.
“You’re pooling your resources to have lunch with this fine young woman?”
“Yeah!” they call, then look over Sinu’s way. Everybody looks over Sinu’s way.
Sinu just shrugs and goes back to cleaning a nail.
“Well, then! One hundred twenty-two dollars and fifty cents going once… One hundred twenty-two dollars and fifty cents going twice… Sold to those two beautiful young ladies for an all-time record of one hundred twenty-two dollars and fifty cents!”
“Bro!” Aeri whispered when I got back in line. “Wonyoung and Chaeyoung? How am I supposed to follow that?”
He didn’t even come close. He got Ning Yizhuo for sixteen bucks, and the most anyone else got was forty. And when it was over, all the guys told me, “Dude! You are, like, the ace…. Score!” but I didn’t feel like that. I felt wiped out.
My mom came up and gave me a hug and a kiss like I’d won a gold medal or something, then whispered, “My little baby,” and clickity-clicked off in her high heels, back to work.
So I was wiped out, embarrassed, and then practically dragged to the multi-purpose room by Wonyoung and Chaeyoung.
The Boosters had outfitted the MPR with little tables for two, all decorated in shades of pink and blue and yellow, with balloons and streamers everywhere. I felt like the Easter bunny with my stupid basket girl lunch clutched in both hands while Chaeyoung held on to one arm and Wonyoung latched on to the other.
They gave us the biggest table and whisked in an extra chair, and when everyone was seated, Hye. Hye said, “Boys and girls? I don’t think I need to remind you that you are excused from class for the rest of the day. Enjoy your lunches, enjoy your friendships…. Take your time, relax, and thanks again for supporting your Boosters. We wouldn’t be us without you!”
So there I was, with the two hottest girls on campus, having lunch. I was “the ace,” the envy of every other guy in school.
Buddy, I was miserable.
I mean, these two girls may be gorgeous, but what was coming out of their mouths about Jumbo Sinu was embarrassingly ugly. Miranda works herself up to, “What was she thinking? Like you would ever want to go out with her, right, Minjeong?”
Well, yeah. That was right. But it seemed really wrong to say so. “Look, can we talk about something else?”
“Sure. Like what?”
“I don’t care. Anything else. You guys going anywhere this summer?”
Chaeyoung shoots off first. “We’re taking a cruise to the Mexican Riviera. We’re supposed to stop in all these cool ports and shop and stuff.” She flutters her eyelids at me and says, “I could bring you
something back….”
Wonyoung scoots her chair in a little and says, “We’re going up to the lake. My dad has a cabin there, and you can get the most outrageous tan. Do you remember what I looked like at the beginning of this year? I was, like, black. I’m going to do that again, only this time I’ve got a schedule all worked out so that it’s even every where.” She giggles and says, “Don’t tell my mom, okay? She would have a kanip!”
And this, my friend, is how the Tan Wars began. Chaeyoung told Wonyoung that she didn’t even notice her tan at the beginning of the year and that the place to really roast is on a cruise ship. Wonyoung told Chaeyoung that anyone with freckles can’t really get tan and since Miranda had freckles everywhere, the cruise was a guaranteed waste of money. I choked down my third of the lunch and looked around the room, trying to let it all flow past me.
Then I saw Jimin. She was two tables away from me, facing my direction. Only she wasn’t looking at me. She was looking at Jeno, her eyes all sparkly and laughing.
My heart lurched. What was she laughing about? What were they talking about? How could she sit there and look so… beautiful?
I felt myself spinning out of control. It was weird. Like I couldn’t even steer my own body. I’d always thought Jeno was pretty cool, but right then I wanted to go over and throw him across the room.
Wonyoung grabbed my arm and said, “Minjeong, are you all right? You look… I don’t know… possessed or something.”
“What? Oh.” I tried taking a deep breath. “What are you staring at?” Chaeyoung asked.
They both looked over their shoulders, then shrugged and went back to picking at their food.
But I couldn’t stop myself from looking again. And in the back of my mind, I could hear my grandfather’s voice saying, “The choices you make now will affect you for the rest of your life. Do the right thing….”
Do the right thing….
Do the right thing….
Chaeyoung shook me out of it, asking, “Minjeong? Are you in there? I asked, what are you going to do this summer?”
“I don’t know,” I snapped.
“Hey, maybe you can spend some time up at the lake with us!” Wonyoung said.
It was torture. I wanted to scream, Shut up! Leave me alone! I wanted to run out of the building and keep on running until I didn’t feel like this anymore.
“Lunch is really delicious, Minjeong.” Chaeyoung’s voice was floating around. “Minjeong? Did you hear me? This is really a spectacular lunch.”
A simple little thank you would’ve sufficed. But could I come up with a simple little thank you? No. I turned on her and said, “Can we not talk about food or tans or hair?”
She gave me an uppity little smile. “Well, what do you want to talk about, then?”
I blinked at her, then at Wonyoung. “How about perpetual motion? Know anything about that?”
“Perpetual what?”
Chaeyoung starts laughing.
“What?” I ask her. “What’s so funny?”
She looks at me a minute, then snickers. “I didn’t realize I’d bid on an intellectual.”
“Hey… I’m plenty smart!”
“Yeah?” Chaeyoung giggles. “Can you spell intellectual?”
“He is too smart, Chae.”
“Oh, stop kissing up, Wonyoung. You’re trying to tell me you’re after her brain? God, it’s making me sick to watch you grovel.”
“Grovel? Excuse me?”
“You heard me. She’s not going to take you to the grad dance anyway, so just give it up, why don’t you?”
And with that, it was all over. One of my mom’s flaky apple tarts got ground into Chaeyoung’s hair; the extra ranch dressing got smeared into Wonyoung’s. And before Mrs. Hye could say, In the name of Boosters! What are you doing? they were rolling on the floor, scratching each other’s makeup off.
I took this opportunity to leave my table and head for Jimin’s. I grabbed her by the hand and said, “I’ve got to talk to you.”
She sort of half-stands and says, “What? What’s going on, Minjeong? Why are they fighting?”
“Excuse us a minute, would you, Jeno?” I pull her away from the table, but there’s no place to go. And I’ve got her hand in mine, and I just can’t think. So I stop right there in the middle of the room and look at her. At that face. I want to touch her cheek and see what it feels like. I want to touch her hair, it
looks so incredibly soft.
“Minjeong,” she whispers. “What’s wrong?”
I can barely breathe as I ask her, “Do you like him?”
“Do I… you mean Jeno?”
“Yes!”
“Well, sure. He’s nice and—”
“No, do you like him?” My heart was pounding through my chest as I took her other hand and waited.
“Well, no. I mean, not like that….”
No! She said no! I didn’t care where I was, I didn’t care who saw. I wanted, just had to kiss her. I leaned in, closed my eyes, and then…
She broke away from me.
Suddenly, the room was dead quiet. Chaeyoung and Wonyoung stared at me through their slimy hair, everyone was looking at me like I’d blown my entire circuit board, and I just stood there, trying to reel in my lips and pull myself back together.
Mrs. Hye took me by the shoulders, guided me to my chair, and told me, “You sit here, and you stay here!” Then she hauled Chaeyoung and Wonyoung outside, scolding them and telling them to find separate bathrooms and clean up while she ran down the janitor to mop up their mess.
I sat there by myself and didn’t even care about covering up. I just wanted to be with her. To talk to her. To hold her hand again.
To kiss her.
Before school was out, I tried to talk to her again, but every time I got close, she’d dodge me. And then when the final bell rang, she disappeared. I looked everywhere for her, but she was just gone.
Beomgyu, however, wasn’t. He tracked me down and said, “Dude! Tell me it isn’t true!”
I didn’t say a word. I just headed for the bike racks, still hoping to find Jimin.
“Oh, man… it is true!”
“Leave me alone, Beomgyu.”
“You get hooked up with the two finest chicks on campus, then bail on them for Jimin?”
“You don’t understand.”
“You’re right, dude. I completely don’t understand. Did you seriously try to kiss her? I couldn’t believe that part. We’re talking Yu Jimin? Your nightmare neighbor? The know-it-all nuisance? The coop poop babe?”
I stopped cold and shoved him. Just laid into him with both hands and shoved. “That was a long time ago, man. Knock it off!”
Beomgyu put both hands up, but moved in at me. “Dude, you have flipped, you know that?”
“Just back off, would you?”
He blocked my path. “I can’t believe this! Two hours ago you were the ace! The whole
school was on their knees before you! Now look at you. You’re, like, a social hazard.” He snorted and said, “And, bro, the truth is, if you’re gonna be like this, I don’t need the association.”
I got right in his face and said, “Good! ’Cause you know what? Neither do I!”
I shoved him aside and ran.
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I wound up walking home. In my pinchy shoes, with dirty dishes clanking inside my sticky picnic hamper, this basket girl hiked all the way home. And there was a battle raging inside me. The old Minjeong wanted to go back in time, wanted to hang with Beomgyu and shoot the breeze, wanted to hate Yu Jimin again.
But in my heart I knew the old Minjeong was toast. There was no going back. Not to Beomgyu or Wonyoung or Chaeyoung or any of the other people who wouldn’t understand. Jimin was different, but after all these years that didn’t bother me anymore.
I liked it.
I liked her.
And every time I saw her, she seemed more beautiful. She just seemed to glow. I’m not talking like a hundred-watt bulb; she just had this warmth to her. Maybe it came from climbing that tree. Maybe it came from singing to chickens. Maybe it came from whacking at two-by-fours and dreaming about perpetual motion. I don’t know. All I know is that compared to her, Wonyoung and Chaeyoung seemed so… ordinary.
I’d never felt like this before. Ever. And just admitting it to myself instead of hiding from it made me feel strong. Happy. I took off my shoes and socks and stuffed them in the basket. My tie whipped over my shoulder as I ran home barefoot, and I realized that Beomgyu was right about one thing – I had
flipped.
Completely.
I trucked down our street and spotted her bike lying on its side on the driveway. She was home!
I rang the bell until I thought it would break.
No answer.
I pounded on her door.
No answer.
I went home and called on the phone, and finally, finally her mother answers. “Minjeong? No, I’m sorry. She doesn’t want to talk.” Then she whispers, “Give her a little time, won’t you?”
I gave her an hour. Almost. Then I went across the street. “Please, Mrs. Yu. I’ve got to see her!”
“She’s locked herself in her room, dear. Why don’t you try phoning tomorrow.”
Tomorrow? I couldn’t wait until tomorrow! So I went around the side of their house, climbed the fence, and knocked on her window. “Jimin! Jimin, please. I’ve got to see you.”
Her curtains didn’t open, but the back door did, and out came Mrs. Yu to shoo me away.
When I got home, my granddad was waiting at the front door. “Minjeong, what is going on? You’ve been running back and forth to the Yus’, climbing over their fence…. You’re acting like the world’s on fire!”
I blurted, “I can’t believe this! I just can’t believe this! She won’t talk to me!”
He led me into the front room, saying, “Who won’t talk to you?”
“Jimin!”
He hesitated. “Is she… mad at you?”
“I don’t know!”
“Does she have reason to be mad at you?”
“No! Yes! I mean, I don’t know!”
“Well, what happened?”
“I tried to kiss her! In front of this whole room of people, while I was supposed to be having that stupid basket girl lunch with Wonyoung and Chaeyoung, I tried to kiss her!”
Slowly a smile spread across his face. “You did?”
“I was, like, possessed. I couldn’t stop myself! But she pulled away and… ” I looked out the window at the Yus’ house. “And now she won’t talk to me!”
Very quietly my grandfather said, “Maybe she thinks this is all a little sudden?”
“But it’s not!”
“It’s not?”
“No, I mean… ” I turned to him. “It started with that stupid newspaper article. And I don’t know… I’ve been weirded out ever since. She doesn’t look the same, she doesn’t sound the same, she doesn’t even seem like the same person to me!” I stared out the window at the Yus’. “She’s… she’s just
different.”
My grandfather stood beside me and looked across the street, too. “No, Minjeong,” he said softly. “She’s the same as she’s always been; you’re the one who’s changed.” He clapped his hand on my shoulder and whispered, “And, sweetheart, from here on out, you’ll never be the same again.”
Maybe my grandfather’s happy about all this, but I’m miserable. I can’t eat; I can’t watch TV; I can’t seem to do anything.
So I went to bed early, but I can’t sleep. I’ve watched her house from my window for hours now. I’ve stared at the sky; I’ve counted sheep. But man, I can’t stop kicking myself for what an idiot I’ve been all these years.
And now how am I going to make her listen to me? I’d scale that monster sycamore if I could. Right to the top. And I’d yell her name across the rooftops for the whole world to hear.
And since you know what a tree-climbing weenie I am, I think it’s pretty clear that I’m willing to do anything to get her to talk to me. Man, I’ll dive after her into a chicken coop full of poop if that’s what it takes. I’ll ride my bike all the stinkin’ way to school for the rest of eternity if it means being with her.
Something. I’ve got to come up with some thing to show her that I’ve changed. To prove to her that I understand.
But what? How do I show her that I’m not the girl she thinks I am? How do I erase everything I’ve done and start over?
Maybe I can’t. Maybe it just cannot be done. But if I’ve learned one thing from Yu Jimin, it’s that I’ve got to put my whole heart and soul into it and try.
Whatever happens, I know that my grandfather’s right about one thing.
I’ll never be the same again.
A/N: Hey guys, I'm so sorry for not updating for a few days. School's been kicking my ass this semester but I hope this cute little chapter makes up for it :>