"K-Kris..." I slowly lifted my chin to glance up, stammering. I don't know why, but I did. I stammered in front of him. The blonde giant suddenly got over it, letting me go all too quickly with a light shove. He gazed at me with a look I couldn't quite understand before shifting his eyes to Luhan, who stared back at him for a moment before looking away as if he got caught lying. I couldn't help but feel like I was being left out on some kind of inside joke. What's happening here?

Kris shifted on the spot in a slightly awkward manner before walking off. I followed after him before the rational part of my brain could even think of 99 good reasons not to.

"Yo, Kris!" I called after him. At that point it was just the two of us in ithe middle of the trail, surrounded by trees. He stopped walking but didn't turn around to look at me like normal people would. Such an impolite brat. "Hey, wait up," I said, tugging on his left arm so I could take a look at his face. I decided it wasn't the greatest idea I came up with because oh my god, Kris Wu looked like he wanted to punch the nearest thing he could, which was my face. I flinched, taking a step back. "What was that back there?" I asked him. He let his gaze linger on my figure for a moment, making me feel like I was being studied under a microscope. Then, he just his heel and left me there. I scoffed. Ugh. What a major douchebag.

I buried my hands in my school blazer, kinda out of it while walking down the empty school hallways. I had to stay behind for art club activities after school. We were doing some Van Gogh-inspired stuff with watercolours. It would have been fun if I wasn't so distracted. And you guessed it right-----it's because of that retarded giant again.

Okay, it may sound weird, but honestly, ever since camp he'd been ignoring me like I was air to him. No, like I wasn't even air to him. How mean is that? I don’t even know what I did wrong. I don't even know why I care if I did anything wrong, god-freaking-dammit. Ugh, it's so messed up! Just a month ago, I hated his guts. No, I despised them. I couldn't stand his 'too-cool-for-you-don't-talk-to-me-you-peasant' facade. He walked around like he owned the whole flipping place. He completely disregarded everything and everyone on a daily basis, so when he did talk to you and give you his attention, it made you feel like 'the chosen one' among commoners, like Neo from the Matrix. You're one of the few people he actually shows his other sides to, and it felt nice. It made me feel nice. And then all of a sudden he pulls you down to earth and kicks you in the without even seeing it coming. I should be angry. Like duh, I had every right to be angry. But I couldn’t-----not when the last time he acknowledged my presence, he looked at me like I betrayed him or something. As if what I did was totally irreparable and I was really-----

"Hey, you!" I bellowed. The image of some guy messing with my locker successfully pulled me out of my horrible, depressing thoughts. The dude slowly turned to face me and-----"Holy heck, Chanyeol? What the hell are you doing?" I took three big steps toward him. The usually derp-faced tower looked at me like I was a ghost. "A-Am-----" "What is that?" I queried, referring to the heart-shaped lollipop on his hand. He let out a high-pitched womanly shriek (lol because his voice is as deep as the sea) before quickly putting his hands behind his back. "L-look, I can explain..."

I eyed him suspiciously before taking in a big breath. "Are you...my secret admirer?"

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(A/N) So one of the three lollipops was from Yeollie! :D But that was already obvious lol.

Too much drama for a short chappy tbh.

And hi new and old readers! ^_^

(And by old, I mean that in a loving way, as in you've been here forever that’s why I love that you're an old reader heehee xx)