Main Characters in the Story:

*Kim So Hyun as "Athena" Myung-hee Park

*Tom Hiddleston as Himself

Minor Character in the Story:

*Brenna D'Amico as Marilyn Rivera

Chapter III: You Look Tired.

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It's the first in a few days that I have returned to school. Stress is a killer on the face muscles; chest hurts like hell for crying so much. I set my stuff down on the lunch table and sit next to Marilyn.

"You look tired." She says, biting onto a french fry.

"You know that's just a nice way of telling me on how I look like I'm having a bad hair day, right? But. Yeah, I'm tired." I drop my head forward onto my back pack.

"Were you up all night?"

I reach into her tray and grab a couple of french fries. "Yeah. That's one of the reasons." The french fry in my hand is gone in two seconds.

"Hm. Maybe you should see Emily."

"The social worker? Ani-yo. {No.} Not a chance. I'll be fine."

She spends the rest of the lunchtime talking about her problems while I just listen and I write in my notebook. I decided to write a fake diary entry based off of her.

According to the story, Martha (Marilyn) has parents who live in peace with everyone but her. They ignore her completely; she doesn't get fed, she has to buy her own stuff and they insult her every day. In reality, they cut her allowance in half and are making her take the Driver's Ed instead of letting her take the limo all the time. Personally, I think my version makes more sense.

"Are you even listening?"

I let out a heavy sigh. "Your mother is a -I'm really not much of a vulgar word fan but I really have to say it- bitch, because she bought you a porsche instead of a Cadillac, and your 'asshole' father isn't defending you."

"Oh, good."

The security whistles loudly, and lunch is officially over. Everyone in the lunch room stands up and heads for the exit.

Knowing how the students are, I keep a ring on my finger at times to be sure it's still there.

Marilyn definitely notices it. "Where'd you get that ring, anyway?" she asks. "It's freaking gorgeous. No offense, but you don't exactly look like someone who can afford a jewelry like that."

"No offense taken. You're absolutely right. That's why it was a gift.

"From who? Your mom?"

I think I should tell her. I mean, it's all good if I choose my words so very carefully. I nod my head no.

"Your dad?"

Another nod.

"I didn't buy that for you, did I?"

I raise an eyebrow. "Not really."

"Hm…" she thinks of who would possibly be left in her list of assumptions. "Your… boyfriend?"

I don't answer her. I'm too busy holding back a smile.

"You didn't answer me. Oh crap, you didn't answer me! Who?"

"Just a guy. No one important."

"He's your boyfriend! Of course he's important! Come on. What's the name?"

I shrug. "Tom."

She keeps close to me as we turn the corner, quickly approaching our classroom. "Tom… Tom… does he go to this school?"

He doesn't even go to school. "Um, no. he's very smart, though. And some years older than me."

"Oh my god! You go after older guys, too?" She smiles widely.

"Um, no. I prefer that I don't go after them."

"Oh. Close enough?"

I Ileon, {My God,} you're too positive, woman. "Yeah, I guess." I then feel my phone begin to ring in my pocket. I take it out and look at the screen. Tom!

"Are you fucking kidding me?!"

I quickly press the phone to my chest, but it just wasn't enough.

Marilyn already saw it.

"Marilyn, shh. I Ileon, please don't!"

"Oh. My. Fucking. Shit! That's him! That's who I think it is!"

"Marilyn!" I grab her hand and press it over her mouth. I look around, and there are several people staring at us like we're crazy. "What?" I say.

Their heads turn back in the direction they're going.

I look back at Marilyn, who's staring at me with wide, excited eyes. "I'm going to let go now, and you're going to shut your mouth. Okay?"

She shakes her head yes.

"Good." I slowly remove her and my hand from her mouth. "Proceed in whispers."

"Holy shit, you're Tom Hiddleston's mystery girl! You're Myung-hee?"

I rub my forehead in stress. "Yes. Yes I am. Myung-hee is my native name. What about it?" Then I realize my phone's still vibrating. "Eom-ma-ya! {Oh my god!} Hold on." I answer the phone. "Hello?"

"Hello, love." Tom says.

"Tom, I…" I can feel myself blushing in my cheeks. "I miss you so much. You wouldn't believe it.

"I know, darling. I've missed you too. I didn't get a chance to say good morning to you this early."

"It's alright. It's still morning, so I will accept it for now."

"Good morning love."

I smiled, even though he can't see it. "Good morning."

Meanwhile, Marilyn's jumping up and down in front of me like a little girl, ready to scream her head off.

I sigh annoyingly. "Tom, can you just hold on for one second?"

"Sure."

I hold the phone to my chest. I look around for teachers or administration. Deciding that it's safe to go, I grab Marilyn's arm and pull her to the empty stairwell off to the side.

She goes along cooperatively still smiling like an idiot.

I bring the phone back up to my ear. "Alright. I'm back. And I have a very favor to ask you." I need to tell him Marilyn knows. I mean, it's not like she's going to go tell everyone.

"Anything you'd like."

I take a deep breath. "Before I ask, I should let you know that Marilyn knows."

"Marilyn knows what?" He sounds confused and curious.

"That my boyfriend is Tom Hiddleston."

He lets out a heavy breath. "Wonderful."

"I didn't tell her. I swear. I was looking to see who was calling me, and she saw your picture."

"It's true!" She says, her ear near the phone.

I hit my forehead with the palm of my hand.

"Do you think she'll tell anyone about us?" he asks.

I look at her; I know she head him.

She pulls my hand towards her just a bit. "I swear I won't tell a soul. Not that I even have a soul to tell. Your secret's safe with me."

I bring the phone back to my ear. "There you go."

"Good. I don't need this to get around. I would love to say you're my girlfriend, but not while I'm one of the paparazzi's main focuses."

"Yes. I know. I understand. Now… about that favor…"

"You want me to talk to her, don't you?"

"Yes."

It takes him a minute, but he finally agrees to it. "Alright." I can hear the smile in his voice.

"Thank you, Tom." I look at Marilyn, hold my breath and hold the phone towards her.

Her eyes widen. "You're not serious."

I nod my head yes.

"This is really him?"

I nod again.

"Tom Hiddleston."

Another nod.

"Thomas William-"

"Marilyn, will you please take the phone?"

I hear Tom laugh on the other end of the call.

Her jaw drops as she silently screams. Her jewelry rattles as she hops and down. Finally, she takes a deep breath, calms herself down, and takes the phone to her ear. "H-Hello?"

I watch her as she speaks to Tom Hiddleston for the first time.

She quickly fans herself. She looks like she's about to cry. "Oh. My. God. Hi. Hello. How are you? Oh my God, I'm talking to Tom Hiddleston!"

Heungbun. {Excitement.} Naneun ohilyeo dulyeoumbodaneun cheoeum mannass-eul ttae geugeos-eul gyeongheomhaess-eul geos-ibnida. {I would rather have experienced that when I first met him rather than fear.}

"Yes, I am a huge fan. I freaking love you! … Oh, it was my pleasure. Really… Yes, she is right. I am a huge fashionista." You told him about me? She mouths out to me.

I nodded my head.

"Okay, I'll give you back to Athena -I mean Myung-hee as you would prefer it. But I just have a quick question. I heard you sing in Cymbeline and you sang that Bob Dylan song. Can you sing something? ... Please, please. Please…" she's silent again.

I stare at the phone waiting for her to give it back.

She starts smiling and hopping. "Oh my God, your voice. Thank you so much! Okay, sorry for taking up your time. Here's Myung-hee." Hand shaking as she hands the phone to me.

I take it from her before she drop it. "Sorry about- Aya! {Ouch!}"

Marilyn nearly knocks me backwards with an enormous hug. Her arms are wrapped around my neck, showing me the love and appreciation she has for me right now. And she really loves and appreciates me.

"Sweetheart? What happened?"

I try to keep the phone to my ear. "Nothing. Just a minor attack. That's all."

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Marilyn squeals.

"She's just…" Her grip is having quite an effect on my breathing. "She's just, really… happy…"

"I can imagine."

"Yes." I tap on Marilyn back. "Araso. {Alright.} Mar-Marilyn? Marilyn. I like breathing, please. Breathing is, breathing is nice…"

She releases me, her cheeks pink from such a big smile.

I cough a few times. "Hello?"

"Still here." Tom says, laughing.

I narrow my eyes. "Because that is so funny, right?"

"Well, when you're just listening."

I roll my eyes. "Thank you, Jagiya. {Darling.} Judo sarang haeyo {I love you too}."

"Aww! I feel like I'm watching in a Korean drama TV show. You guys got pass 'Saranghae-yo as I love you' already?" She sticks out her bottom lip, still holding a smile.

I raise my eyebrow. Then I just shake my head and ignore it. "How's it going over there?"

"Pretty well. I haven't got anything to do yet, so I have a lot of free time."

"You mean you could have stayed here longer?"

"Sweetheart, I was missing home. England is where I belong right now."

"Yeah. I know—wait, hold on. England?"

"Yes, darling. Where I live."

"Eh?! You told me Los Angeles. Not England."

"No. I told you I was stopping in Los Angeles. But I said I was heading to England."

I don't know if I should be mad or not. Then I remember that is what he said sometime during our first date. England. That's so much more distance than I thought. Imagine if I move back to Korea with my parents that would be even farther than here. Well, this kind of sucks. So much for a long-distance relationship with my boyfriend. But I'm not going to let it bother me. Instead, I say something else. "Oh… then I am definitely saving money to go visit you."

He laughs. "I'm not sure you'll like my flat. It's so small and messy."

"Oh please. I don't care. As long as I can't get lost, it's all good."

"I think you would do fine. And I would love to have you here one summer."

I smile and stare down at my ring. "Alright, I should go now. I'm still in school."

"Alright, darling. I'll talk to you soon. I love you."

"I love you too." I wait for him to hang up then slide my phone into my pocket.

Marilyn is in tears. "That was so adorably romantic."

I roll my eyes and start walking up the stairs.