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「thirteen」

As often as it goes, her mind raced. It was fueled by the deepening curiosity as questions made little orbits around her head while she was zoning out.

Being too curious did threaten her to go for whatever she may or may not discover. Things would still end with her finding out the latter either way.

No question can be left unanswered forever though unanswerable because nothing stays as it is. Be it an appropriate truth or something feigned to be good enough as an answer, it would put an end to it being accountable for prolonging people's curiosity.

If it was for her, at least.

At the end of self-debating, she mentally created a poll, giving herself only two options to select from: whether to get herself as bait or wait for things to take place by themselves. As much as she avoided having herself meddled in with any guy, it was most likely the only way.

To ask him herself. Rather than, go on another day and expect another chain of events to happen until the answer itself comes out of its box.

It would be a tough challenge, frankly speaking. Where on earth would she get that face to have a word with a guy who she barely knew but had been acting as if he knew her?

"Seriously? What did I get myself into?" Jisoo gritted through her teeth.

There was no one to blame but how she kept putting her nose on something that could have nothing to do with her. She wasn't normally nosy. Nonetheless, it took her interest past the line. Screw her giddy-goody curious guts.

"Jisoo, let's go!" Alarmed by the hurrying voice that sounded from afar, she hastily gripped onto the plastic bag on top of the counter and muttered thanks to the canteen lady, sending a toothy smile as she started to pace on her feet.

Nayeon was meters ahead of her, carrying two plastic bags that she guessed had more than a dozen of bottled water in total. Trailing from behind, she couldn't hide the bitterness in her tone when she fervently retorted and dashed towards her friend's side, "I didn't know we were the team's manager— or, are we water 'girls' now?"

Only a while after consciousness smacked her head back to reality in the midst of watching the tryout, she was hauled from the bleachers all the way to wherever it was.

"Why are we doing this?" She rhetorically questioned though an expected response was most likely to be harnessed from the short-haired female. It was apparently the latter who brought her to the cafeteria in the second building quite distant from the soccer field to gather twice a dozen of refreshments. They first approached the closest one just a few walks away but as soon as they did, the empty chillers convinced them to reroute.

Without any idea of what they were to do, Jisoo practically went along and requested for every bottled water her thirty-six dollars could afford. She never worshipped drinking water, so did spending more than her pocket greens on them, because milk was for a fact, her daily source of hydration. They clearly weren't for her nor Nayeon. The amount was more than enough to fill a four-feet tall drum or feed a team of twelve thirsty football players.

I used a quarter of my allowance to hydrate a bunch of water-hungry folks, she bitterly thought.

Nayeon flipped both her forearms, clenching ever so tightly on the plastic bags that threatened to slip away from her firm grasp, and eyed at Jisoo, her face molding into a thought-you-knew expression and her lips thinning from the usual lopsided smile.

"Why not?" Her tone utterly transitioning to an exaggeratedly defensive one. "It's not like you never thought of doing this back in middle school. You treated the whole class with the entire chiller of banana milk!"