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Kris § YoonA

YoonKris

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Inside the SM high library, Yoona fiddled with her pencil as she stared into the empty room then suddenly released a frustrated sigh. “Arrrghh,” she ruffled her own hair. What was wrong with her? She glanced briefly at her wrist watch. Six pm. Usually, she would have had most of her homework finished but today all she had done was write her name down, Yona Li… which wasn’t even spelled write. She was having some serious concentration problems and it was all because of that jerk who shall not be named. She looked towards the window, wondering if she should just give up and head back home. Then she the despicable him’s reflection pass through. It wasn’t hard to identify him when he was the only student who dared to dye his hair when school regulations clearly stated not to.

Yoona ducked and buried her head in her arms, hoping that he hadn’t seen her. Luck wasn't on her side. "Yoona," he whispered.

She held her breath and didn't dare to move a muscle. Let him think I'm asleep, let him think I'm asleep. She chanted in her head.

"I know you're awake." He said. "I saw you looking out the window."

Yoona mentally sighed and picked up her head. She looked to him innocently. "What's up?"

"You've been avoiding me." He stated, getting straight to the point.

"No, I haven't." She denied. Even though it was true.

"You've been treating me as if I'm the next plague. Don't think I didn't notice you turning in the opposite direction every time you saw me." He said.

Damn. He was smarter than she had thought. "Okay you caught me. I've been avoiding you."

"Why?" The corners of his mouth turned into a frown.

The scene of a pretty girl from another school talking to him flashed in her head. The angry, hurt and betrayal she felt on that day came rushing back. "Why are you here?" Shouldn't you be with your favorite right now?"

"What favorite?" he looked confused.

"Favorite girl of the month." She jabbed a finger at his chest. "Don't think I don't know about your little conquests."

"I seriously have no idea what you are talking about." He held his hands up in defense.

Yoona scoffed. "Are you telling me that you don't have a different girl you like to go out with?" She waited smugly for him to gap in shock. Then admit to the sins he has committed.

"No." He denied it forcefully. "Where did you hear this."

Suddenly, Yoona found her shoes interesting, all signs of previous aggressive behavior gone. She, normally, wasn't one to believe in rumo