Maybe, they think, I'm a famous girl. Because, to make these guys fight. What's more, at their school—they were quite well known as popular boys.
Or if not like that. The bikers think that both of them are crazy. Because fighting just because of a girl who tends to be weird like me. Oh, let it go! Why do I care about people's responses?
"What are we going to school for? We're already late. If we force ourselves to leave, those who have it, we will be told to stand facing the flagpole until noon! As for the Badung boy, it's fine... it's okay. Because it's a normal thing for him. As for me? No, I can't." Arya shouted. I glanced at Ricky who was still silent. Busy with a small cut on the corner of his lips.
