Cookies. It was something that I couldn’t bake. Actually, I was banned from entering the kitchen because I couldn’t make anything in the kitchen at all. And my mom has actually called me the kitchen devil because I would always make a mess out of the kitchen every single time. I remembered breaking her oven, and my phone was confiscated for three weeks even if I did nothing wrong. It was a torture and to this day, I blamed the oven and the manufacturers for making it so flimsily (and not on my actual skills).

I grip on the cookies, and I could hear the cracking sounds coming from underneath my fingertips.

Gritting my teeth, I force a smile out and say, “Thank you, Nabi, for the cookies.” Of course, she would know how to bake as well. Of course.

“Don’t worry, I didn’t add in any nuts inside the cookies because Sehunnie told me that you are allergic to them.” Nabi grins at me, and if this was some rom-com, I am pretty sure that there would have been a halo appearing right on top of her head.

And Sehunnie? What in the actual world?

“Do you know how many times I have eaten her underbaked and overly baked cookies?” Sehun chuckles as he hangs his arm around my shoulder nonchalantly. I can feel the heat approaching my cheeks as I try to act like I wasn’t affected by the mere touch. I will always have a love and hate relationship with how Sehun is so overly comfortable with physical touches.

“Shut up, at least I tried to make something. And weren’t you the one who told me that my mint chocolate cookies were edible?” I hiss at him, nudging his rib-cage in annoyance. It’s true, he gobbled up those cookies within five minutes, and I felt so happy that I was grinning throughout the day. It made me feel as if I ad just attained a compliment from a world renowned chef like Gordan Ramsay or something.

“Oh right.” He nods his head, and laughs, “Can you bake them for me again? I want to eat those again, it was really really good.”

I beam, feeling elated to hear this from him. “Of -”

But someone interjects me. “Sehunnie, I don’t mind baking it for you, if you want to.” Nabi loops her arm around his, and quickly pulls him away from my side. And I can feel the sudden emptiness of a 183cm giant beside me.

I want to argue with her that Sehun has asked me to do it for him, it was me and it was none of her business. Why was she butting into our business?

The way Sehun lits up, his cheeks blushing in redness make me swallow all the anger inside me, and instead the sudden wave of sadness washes over me as I stare at them. No, it isn’t really her fault, is it? Rather, it is my fault. I was the one butting into their business, I was the third party in their relationship.

I force a laugh out, and nod my head painfully, “Yea, Sehun, you have a girlfriend. Ask her to do these kinds of things for you. I am not your nanny.”

Sehun rolls his eyes, “Are you ditching me already just because I have a girlfriend now?”

No, you idiot, you are the one ditching me right now. I am the one being ditched right now. Can’t you see how awkwardly I have to stand and witness you both acting like a lovely couple right in front of my darn face?

“Yea, it has been getting real annoying to always have you sticking beside me all the time.” I , poking my tongue out just to irriate him.

“Take your words back!” Sehun groans as he unattaches himself from Nabi and walks over to my side once more just so he can pull my cheeks like always. He loves pulling my cheeks, apparently according to him, it made him feel like he was pulling on two pieces of mochi. And from that day onwards, I adored my cheeks.

Nabi grimaces or maybe it was just my head playing a trick on me since it flashes across her face that I can barely catch it.

There is no way she would be jealous of me, when she is the one Sehun fell in love with. There is no reason for her to be jealous of me. It definitely should be my head playing tricks on me.

I glare at Sehun, and he quickly lets go of my cheeks while laughing at me.

“Maybe, it’s time for me to find a boyfriend so that I won’t feel so lonely anymore.” I heave a sigh, as I groan half-jokingly. But who was I kidding? No one liked me. I barely interacted with any males in general because the entire time, I have been focused on Sehun and only him. It does sound like I am an obsessed freak, doesn’t it? Oh god.

Sehun pauses in his tracks as he looks at me seriously, “Wait, do you have someone that you are interested in?”

At that moment, I have that moment where I feel like ‘ it, let’s just roll and confess everything now’, but how could I when there is a petite girl looking at both of us with sad lonely eyes? Yea, Nabi, have a taste of how I feel whenever you trot in and make me feel like crap.

“Currently, no.” I shake my head. “But hey, if I am interested to date, there ought to be boys who might be interested in dating me as well...right?” I pause myself as I feel the insecurity slowly creeping in and I could barely let out a squeak as I finish my sentence. Hey, it can’t be that the entire population of boys in this school isn’t interested in me, right?

“Don’t dat