Forty

Vernon

“You really don’t remember the girl?” 

Mingyu exaggeratedly combed his hair. With a fed-up look on his face, he glanced at me. 

“I told you a hundred times. Which part of “I don’t remember” you did not understand?”

I sighed and closed my locker door. I leaned on it instead as I watched Mingyu frantically unload his things. There is a drug inspection to be held next month and just in case there is a random inspection anytime soon that isn’t announced, we wiped our lockers clean for safety measures. 

“You sure there’s nothing left in yours?” Mingyu suspiciously eyed my locker.

I scoffed. “I don’t keep drugs in there.”

“Yeah, what’s this?” He jokingly grabbed something from my back pocket and brought up a sachet of marijuana. 

I glared at him and caught his hand down. It was his of