"HIT IT STRAIGHT UP, JONG, STOP PUTTING-IT-ASIDE!"
Screamed the coach, having veins pop out from inside his neck and his face all red, while doing a gesture with his hands that imitated a move from the voley ball game that was being played.

"I'm sorry, sir"

"I'm sorry sir... STOP SAYING YOU'RE SORRY AND DO SOMETHING AGAINST IT!"
Continued the coach losing his voice and throwing his plastic paper holder on the ground, breaking it in two big pieces

"I'm so-... yes, sir"

Replied Jang with an upset look on his face, while heading his sight to the ground, comforting his palms on his waist.

"Look at me when you are talking to me"

"Yes sir"
Continued Jang, now looking directly into the coach's eyes

"What, I didn't hear it?"
Said the coach tilting his head towards Jang

"Yes, sir!"

"Good enough, now stop wasting my time and go do 200 sit-ups in the corner"

"Yes, sir"

Replied Jang while heading his look to the ground and walking towards the corner of the long exercising place.

The coach interrupted his walk with another message directed to him.

"Nice job at the sports exams, you did good"

Jang turned his head and let a quick chuckle out

"Thank you, sir, this means a lot"

The coach waved his hand unbothered and headed outside the exercising place

"Because of this, do 210"

His smile slowly faded away, while his skin wrinkled back naturally.

Finishing, Jang went directly into the boy's locker room, while his gym mates were waiting outside for the coach's information about the next volley ball tournament

He sat down on the wooden bench with iron bottom, took off his wet T-shirt and upsetly put his hands on his head

"When will you become good enough, Jang... when"

He raised himself from the seat and went back to the locker, palming the metal locker next to his and grunted his inner voice for a few seconds.

Opening his locker, using the codes that the locker was set to, he opened it and put his hand on a clean towel.

"When... when..."
He continued, with a raspy voice and desperation in his eyes.

Heading his hand out of the locker, Jang wiped his face and back with it and threw it on the bench and then sat down on the wooden bench, quietly thinking. Minutes later, he took the creased sports t-shirt and strategically placed it inside his gym bag from inside his locker. 

Suddenly, the peaceful silence from inside the empty locker room, which accentuated his inner thoughts, was  interrupted by loud thumps of squished wet socks, along with the bits and bits of water droplets falling down on the ground from it's wet clothes. It was the student from before, the one from Hana's team. As he walked in the  locker's  hallway, Jang hoped that he would not come to him. The last thing that he needed was a whinning mouth after a long and dissapointing sport session. 

Only when the boy passed Jang by a few centimeters, only then he looked back only with his face, just to make sure it was someone who thought it was, and he was right. On realisation, his eyes widened. He knew who Jang was and Jang knew who the boy was. He was the one that is always being picked on by the taller and more dominant students from around the school. That was the moment, Jang knew that he did not want anything to do with him. He just gained his popularity, and did not want one single person to ruin it for him. 

The boy approached Jang with a quick voice in his talking and a welcoming gesture.

"I know you, you're (points at him with his index finger), the super-talented guy!"

The boy screamed out joyfully his sentence, which induced a panick inside Jang's heart.

"Look (reaches for his back pocket, in a hurried pace) I have a video with you beating up those guys and saving that lady, just like in the 

He dropped his opened water bottle on the floor and kept his position, the star student didn't know what to say.

His identity revealed, his friends lost, his life ruined. These were Jang's only thoughts in that specific moment, something horrifying, his biggest nightmare.

Jang turned back to his locker and imitating that he has some arrangements to do there. Checking from second to second to see if the boy left, but he was still there waiting excitedly and ignoring the fact that he was totally drenched in water.

"I think you're confusing me with another charming student, but that's totally not me (clears throat with an inner grunt)"

Replied Jang, with an unbothered look in his eyes.

Jang's heart was beating fast as light, while skipping a beat or two. Combing his hair in the back, with his hand and a serious look into his eyes, trying to hide his continuous panick. bJang wanted to ask the boy if he thinks that this is a joke. The boy said that it isn't, but Jang for sure knew that he wouldn't get away with a selfie and a signature, he wanted more.

Jang scoffed and pinched his eyes with his fingers, while grunting them with all his might.

"Let's get serious (sits down on the bench and throws water on his wet hair), tell me what you want"

"I am so happy that you asked (chuckles). Make me your sidekick"

Jang raised himself from the long articial wooden bench and didn't say a word. He closed his locker with an loud metallic thud, put a shirt on, and set his bag on his right shoulder behind his neck, slowly swinging in different directions, while heading to the exit way, while passing the boy.

Knowing that he had no choice, Jang came to a conclusion.

"Later this night, come at the skating park, we'll talk from there. But don't let anyone see you"

"Oooh (chuckles happily while stars shape inside his eyes in a cartoonish way) Y-yes, I will be there, yes"

Before Jang would leave the locker room, he slightly turned his look behind him and glanced at the boy

"What are you going with?"

"You mean my name? I am G-Gonda, Gonda Tae"

"Later, Gonda"

Knowing that Byeok was the main head of troubles and for sure had to do something with the boy's actual appearance. Jang  followed his way to the caferia where he saw him.

He went all the way to Byeok's table, where he and his friends were lazying around.

"B-byeok, where are this kid's shoes? (points at Gonda who was turned around, acting like he had no thing to do there)"

Byeok looked at him really intense for a few seconds, then opened his bag, taking out the boy's shoes and threw the shoes in Jang's face, quickly activating his reflexes, catching them like a fast thrown baseball.

"They're not even my size, take them and leave"

Replied Byeok, unbothered, waving his arm around, giving Jang obvious signals that he wants him gone.

Jang turned his back and exhaled deeply and relaxed.

He put the pair of shoes in his backpack and went towards the exit of the cafeteria.

*Jang in class session*

He was sitting right in the wall part of the class, gazing at the portrait outside the window, at the clear blue skies tinted with thin and long soft clouds, just admiring them.

Being constantly picked on sure is not fun, I may be thinking too rudely about you... Gonda Tae.

The teacher threw a piece of hard chalk towards Jang, but Jang dodges it the last second without even paying too much attention. Jang got the whole class in total shock, everyone was just staring at him amazed

"Hello, earth to Jong"

The whole class was still watching him, whispering between themselves, some of them were giggling and some of them were recording it as a "funny moment".

The teacher took a piece of thick chalk and threw it towards Jang's head, making Jang flinch on the arrival of the chalk, dodging it in the last matter of seconds. Matheo acclaimed him joyfully with rounds of applause and a whistle made with two of his fingers.

"Now now... please, mr. Matheo, back to the lecture class!

Jang got a book out of his backpack, opened it and started writing the lecture that was written on the blackboard.

After school, Jang and Gonda met just outside their school and followed their way to the skating park.

Jang raised his index in the air and narrated just like a writer in a fantasy story

"How to become a super hero, part 1, stability"

"Stability? Is that why are we here?"

"Skating is the easiest way to learn this one simple trick (peeks at him, carefuly waiting for his response), assuming that you know how to skate"

"I do"
Replied Gonda

"Wait, for real?"
Asked Jang with a relaxed exhale and a small hype in his voice

"I basically replicated the ultimate super star skate player, Hen Ban's moves, so yeah, I think I can skate"
Said Gonda, slowly hyping himself up, making sure that Jang sees him with good eyes

Jang covered his mouth with his palm while his eyes naturally widened

"You have to show me some of those moves"

He gave Gonda a skateboard and body protectors.

The first hour, Gonda constantly helped Jang to learn the basics of skateboarding, and after three hours, a broken finger and destroyed dignity from the constant falling and a adrenaline rush, Jang succesfully did a ramp ollie. The spectator group hyped him up just like he would won a contest.

When Jang came down, he quickly handshaked Gonda with a clean and nice pop sound inside the palms

"Gonda, did you see that?"
Asked Jang with a smile that he couldn't hide.

"Want me to show you how to do an "off da' grand", I learned it from a singer a few months back when he came here from overseas"

"Wait, you mean Davis Merha?"

"That-that's him, yeah!"

"What, and why did no one tell me that he came here?!"
Exclaimed Jang with an upset look in his eyes.

Gonda joyfully shrugged his shoulders, not knowing how to answer to Jang's question

They continued skateboarding until late at night, where the two of them were the only one still skating in the park, the rest of the group went home hours ago. Succeding in seeing in the slight dark with the blitz of their phones, 

Seeing that it got darker and darker around them, both of them decided it was time to go home.

While walking towards their homes, Gonda asked Jang if he could show him his powers and Jang showed him the only thing he knew, which was the "light-flick", which was the light-blue colored spark that was being made between his fingers. This move amazed Gonda and constantly asked Jang to do it again, and Jang happily did it one more time, then he had to decline it to him for some long minutes.

After a peaceful and silent walk, Gonda broke the silence with an important and carefuly thought question.

"You weren't really thinking that you could fool me, right?"
Asked Gonda with a slowly fading smile

"What are you talking about?"
Asked Jang with a confused look on his face

"I'm not dumb, Jong, you were not even thinking about making me your sidekick, you just wanted to learn how to skate, and luckily, I knew"
Said Gonda holding his head down with the use of his palm on the back of his neck.

Jang opened his mouth, wanting to say something in his defense, along with a few prepared hand gestures, but Gonda continued

"But It's okay, it was really fun, for me at least. Don't worry, I will delete the video, no one will knew, only the superhero (peeks at Jang and slightly chuckles)"

Jang stopped himself, put his backpack on the ground and took out the pair of brand new shoes from it

"I tried to clean up the mud from them, but it didn't really come off"

He handed the pair of shoes to Gonda

"Thanks a lot, mr.Jong, you are a really kind person"
Continued Gonda with a joyful look on his face, reaching for a fist bump

Jang didn't know how to react for a moment, then, reached for the bump.

They arrive at a block with a placing of flowers all around the entrance and one bench at the right and left side of the entrance.

"This is where I stay"
Said Gonda looking at the entrance

"Next time, I will show you the real deal"

"Really?"

Jang nodded a few times

He gave away a long smile, then slowly walked towards the entrance of his block. Before he would enter, Gonda waved once and entere the block with a proud stance.

Jang sighted, then looked at the floor near his shoes and kept thinking about how he acted the first time when he saw him. He slapped himself with a firm grip, twice

"I am going to make you the protagonist, Gonda, no more alone shadows on the road, I'm here"

Whispered Jang, looking at the dark and mighty sky with the stars that looked like white-painted dots and formations.