The whole day I have been waiting for the sky to fall on me but nothing has happened. I still feel like everyone's staring at me but now I know it's just my nerves messing with me.

I've been throwing myself into schoolwork and just savoring the normalcy of everything. There are no strangers calling out my name, no lost hours, no stolen first times.

Everything's going as good as it can. That is until I notice a boy leaning against an expensive looking black Porsche parked near the school entrance.

"Oh my God", I breathe out.

Yoona follows my gaze and lets out a low approving whistle. "Who is that? I can't see their face from this angle, can you?" she asks and moves her head around in an attempt to see better.

I decide it's time to head for the hills and pray that Kim Taeyeon has yet to notice me. "I don't know. Listen, I forgot my math text book in my locker so I'll see you tomorrow."

"It looks awful lot like Kim Taeyeon but it can't be, I heard he got suspended last Friday. There is no way he'd hang around school during his suspension -- Wait, don't you want a ride, Tiffany-unnie?" Yoona asks.

She usually drives me home after school or rather to mall or her house. I don't have my own car because Mom and I don't have enough money and I don't want my father to buy me one. He has the money but I don't want to owe him anything.

Anymore.

"My mom's picking me up", I say over my shoulder. I catch a glimpse of Taeyeon, he is already looking right at me.

Damn it.

He knows I'm here and he knows I'm running from him.

Just Great.

I rush back inside the school building with my cheeks burning with embarrassment. I'm going against the current since most students are leaving the place so it takes me a while to get there.

By the time I actually manage to sneak back inside, the hallways are empty. I run down the hall and hide in the ladies' room.

I know it's stupid but I'm hoping that he'll get bored and leave. Maybe he isn't even here for me. I'm just so egoistic that I'm jumping to ridiculous conclusions.

He could be here just to pick his friend or sibling or girlfriend...

A sudden pain flashes across my chest when I think of him having a girlfriend. I have no right to be upset, though. I have a boyfriend.

I just don't want to think I've put a similar strain on someone else's relationship. It's bad enough that I've broken something irreplaceable between I and Nick who was supposed to be my first. I can't bare the thought that I'm the reason for someone else to have the same problem.

Although... I might not remember it but I'm pretty sure that anyone who looks the way Nathan does or lives like he does is not a . So at least if he does have a girlfriend I haven't robbed them of their first time.

Just in case I'm going to be stuck here a little longer, I text my mother and tell her that I'll probably go by the store on my way home.

It's a simple excuse and I might even do it. She texts me back a thank you and then informs me that she'll be staying overtime at work and hopes that I'll find myself something to eat. As usual.

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