A/N: I can't resist it so here...another update... ^^       -Chan Yeol's POV-   Aish! Where is that girl?   I sat on one of the comfy, black leather couches that faced the unusually huge doors of what used to be the school’s private study room. Of all the things I hate, it’s waiting that ticks me off the most. I just detest doing that when I know I could get anything in a flash with just a wad of money. It’s driving me crazy! It’s not like I’m the lucky one when I date them even just for a day. They still have the nerve to make me wait when they were the ones who would benefit from it. Ingrates! I swear this girl would never get a shot on me again. What was her name again? I can’t even remember. I’m giving her five minutes more. If she doesn’t show up by then, she could kiss her dreams of dating me goodbye.   I even went to the extent of ordering a set of first-class strawberries and chocolate soufflé for her. That’s just me and my personal preference running when it came to my daily dates. I tend to make it as special as it could get. Besides, it’s only for a day. Why not make it memorable? Not that they would immediately forget about me after the date. They usually chase me around afterwards which was no fun at all. I’d have to face them every day and put up an act, agree with them, smile my brightest even if inside, I felt like throwing up at all of them for their desperateness and martyrdom. They were precisely the reason why I don’t want commitment. All the girls in this school make relationships look so cheap. They’re not even my type, but then, I’ve got to live up to my reputation.   One minute…Two minutes…Gah! This whole waiting thing is driving me nuts! How long was this going to last? Most of my previous dates were punctual if not early. I guess I just have to add that to my dating rules. Those girls wouldn’t have any choice but to follow them anyway. They’re all so obsessed with it, it wouldn’t be impossible if one of them actually wrote a book about the dates and rules I lay down as I move on and probably an autobiography, too. Sooner or later, I would have to stop this. That’s easy if I really decide to do so. The question was how? With all these pretty ladies surrounding me, there was just no way, at least I think so.   I was about to walk out of the room when all of a sudden, one of the doors opened a crack to accommodate someone in – a girl. I stood up from my seat, fixing a disappointed look on my face when I noticed something off about the person. I was just in time to stop myself from saying, “It’s about high time you arrived!” She was different. I squinted through the semi-darkness, discerning who she was. I haven’t met her, that’s for sure and neither was she someone I saw in my classes or among the crowds that followed me.   Her waist-long, brunette hair whirled around her like exquisite silk that clothed her shoulders and the small of her back as she spun around in one swift motion to face the door again. During that brief moment, I realized that whoever she was, the girl who barged into the room wasn’t my date. My supposed rendezvous partner didn’t posses that hair nor did she have this girl’s stealth and grace which made me think she was hiding from someone. Though I didn’t see her face, her movements suggested so.   I watched as she leaned her head on the hard surface of the door, seemingly listening to something that’s coming from the hallway. Just then, I heard the voices of several people talking. What was this girl? Some fugitive being chased by authorities? The people outside sounded like agents judging by the way they spoke in a code-like manner. I guess they were prefects. I didn’t understand everything that they were saying as their voices were muffled by the thick walls. How