The following Monday after Jackson Wang's weekend blow out, Choi Sena arrived at school with her head pounding and her heart fluttering.  She knew she shouldn't have agreed to that first shot-- the precursor to other twenty.  She knew that she shouldn't have gotten into Mark Tuan's bed, regardless if she was mindless and drunk or not.

Take it back to the days when the both of us didn't have an ounce of fame to our names,  Maybe, if I had told you, we could live a normal life.