Emma was going to confess to Jonghyun, and Jonghyun would have no reason to turn her down.

This thought clouded my mind, it made my stomach churn uncomfortably and my chest tighten, making my breathing come at a slower pace. I was half sure I was about to have a panic attack or something because this news, this random piece of information had completely set me aback.

That sickening feeling had returned, the feeling of being rejected even before confessing. The hurt that I felt so often, all the times I had a crush on a boy but had to leave before I had the chance to confess, this unmistakable and now familiar hurt.

But I couldn’t fool myself for long. This was hurt, but to the extent of pure pain. I didn’t even know Jonghyun but the thought of losing him made me, it made me furious, at myself.

How had I come to this point? How had I let myself be this pathetic, AGAIN?

I heard the bell to go back to class, snapping me back to the present. That’s when I realized I had been totally spacing out. No one was around and so I gave the sweater in my hands one long, angry glare before stuffing it back into my locker again.

I would give it back later, if I held it in my hands for another second I was afraid I might shred it. Safe to say I was angry, at whom, I didn’t know.

I was practically running my way to class when I noticed the second person here. Park Hansae, the tall and intimidating looking bully from my first day at school. Also the one to throw his drink at me, was leaning against one of the lockers. He had a cocky smile on, like a lion looking at its next meal and deciding what side dish he would prefer. And who was now following me to class.

I expected him to say something, to give me a comment or call me something like he had done countless of times before. But he did nothing, his hands were in his pockets and he was just looking at me, smile still in place.

I immediately knew he had picked his target, namely, me.

I felt slightly relieved when I was in class, only to then remember who I had to sit beside. If this was some kind of joke then I sure as hell would like to know the punch line.

Class crawled by while I debated on how to return the sweater. At the end I decided to run to my locker, get the sweater and run back, handing it to Jonghyun with a thank you. That would just have to do. And what did I know, he might actually talk to me, but I wasn’t counting on it.

So as I heard the bell, I ran like the way women run when they hear there is a sale happening. I was at my locker in record speed, Minho wasn’t here yet, as I grabbed the sweater and ran back.

I was panting by the time I reached class and stopped to catch my breath. Opening my eyes, I realized there was no one in class, all my class mates had this undying passion for getting out of class as soon as they could. That explained the empty class but not why Kibum was here.

His back was