"Kris Wu, where the are we?" Yixing asked indignantly. It had been two hours since they had left the ball in the middle of it, and Kris still had no idea where they were. Yixing needed his sleep to function. Well, it looked like he wouldn't be getting enough tonight. He sighed, "Forget it, Kris. We are lost."

Kris scrunched up his nose and shook his head, "Don't you even realise? We're almost back at the hotel. Look at that sign!" Then he pointed to a flashing sign board not far away. Yixing almost replied when he spotted a silhouette against the lights of the ballroom, obviously not dead. The shadow stepped into a light and Yixing gasped aloud. Angel! What was she doing here? The bespectacled girl was wearing a dress worthy of a ball. She carried a camera in her hands and was looking intently into it.

"What is it?"

"It's Angel! She's there-"

By the time Yixing turned back his head, Angel was gone, leaving the bright signboard to flash silently. Yixing mumbled, "I swear I saw her..." "Dude, you're obviously not getting your beauty sleep. Let's go," Kris said as he lifted his eyebrows. Yixing then trudged away after Kris grudgingly. He thought, Why is she here? I thought Jongdae invited someone else?

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When Yixing returned to school the next day, he could tell straightaway something was wrong. All the students scattered before him as usual, but their reactions were delayed by whispering to each other as they looked down into their phones. One even nearly bumped into him. Yixing couldn't help but wonder what was wrong.

"Hey sup," Jongdae greeted him as he was making his way to the assembly grounds. Jongdae had a bandage wrapped around his forehead and he was looking a bit dull, but he still had his impish grin nevertheless. Yixing gave a nod of recognition then asked, staring at his bandage, "What happened?" 

"Oh," Jongdae said, "I got bashed by high heels." Yixing stopped in his tracks and repeated in bewilderment, "Bashed by, high heels?" The other nodded cheerfully in reply. How did he end up with such an injury, Yixing did not wish to know. Maybe he pissed off a girl. Yeap, that could be the answer.

Suddenly, the image of Angel walking on the dark street appeared in his mind. Yixing asked, "Did you ask Angel out to the ball?" "No? My mum set me up with Taeun, remember?" Jongdae replied, looking carefully at him. "Why ask?"

Yixing sighed and told him what he saw last night. Jongdae scoffed, "Kris must have dragged you around too much. Angel told me she was at home, writing a new newsletter for the school." That pretty much ended their conversation as they continued walking. But Yixing was sure it hadn't been a trick of the light. Angel had looked every bit human.

The both of them entered the school hall and Jongdae was immediately surrounded by girls who threw him questions.

"Who was it that you danced with last night?"

"Why do have a bandage on your head?"

"Who was that girl Kai kissed?"

Yixing nearly choked on his own saliva. Still standing beside Jongdae, he asked in shock, "Wait wait. Back up a little. Jongin kissed someone?" A girl looked at him contemptuously and answered, "Yes. Do you know who's she?" Before Yixing could react, Jongdae whispered to the group, "Kai's at classroom 201 now. You can go find him." Yixing immediately knew it was a lie but the girls immediately sped off in another direction.

Jongdae scowled, "And I thought I was popular." Yixing ignored that and asked incredulously, "Jongin kissed a girl?" Jongdae dusted a speck of dust from his pants before saying, "My dear little unicorn, you have missed much." "I know," he replied angrily, "I'm gonna find Kris later and kill him for dragging me out for two hours."

"Wait seriously. What happened?"

After Jongdae finished his account, Yixing was already bubbling with questions. Why did Luhan even bother to come? Where was Sehun? Why did Baekhyun dress as a girl? But there was the biggest question... "Jongdae, why did Jongin even do that?"

Jongdae tapped his chin thoughtfully and replied, "One word. Sehun." Then he saw Angel walk into the hall and strutted off to join her. "Real helpful Jongdae!" Yixing yelled after him but as usual, Jongdae ignored him. He shrugged and sat down on the floor. Sehun. Oh Sehun. What has he got to do with Jongin kissing- Oh...

"That's really terrible." 

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Chanyeol felt his heart drop every time he flipped to a new image. "What?," he breathed when he saw a photo of him and Baekhyun dancing. The caption read, 'Park Chanyeol finally has a girlfriend?' The photo had been taken with much precision, to look like they had been gazing into each other's eyes. But honestly, Chanyeol knew they didn't even hold up eye contact for long. 

After scanning through all the photos, he questioned silently to himself, Who took all these photos? Suddenly, Yixing peeped over his shoulder and said, "Booyah." "Hey," Chanyeol muttered, his mind still on the photographer. Yixing seemed to have also picked up on his thoughts.

"Pictures of last night?" he asked. Chanyeol nodded and answered, "I'm thinking of who took all of these photographs. There weren't even any media there." Then he noticed that the dancer had fallen silent. He lifted his head before asking, "Are you okay?" Yixing smiled at him grimly, "I think I know who took the pictures."

Before Yixing could finish his suspicions, Chanyeol already found himself racing to the journalism club room. He entered without knocking and found Angel sitting inside typing on her computer. "Angel," he said quietly. The girl immediately slammed down the screen on her computer and looked at him with a flustered smile, "Hi Chanyeol."

"Give me the camera," he said. Deep in his brain, he questioned himself, Why was he even doing this? He didn't manage to answer his question. "Chanyeol where are you going?" came Yixing's voice from the corridor. Then Yixing stood beside him, narrowing his eyes at Angel.

Yixing asked, "Where you at the ball last night?" Angel shook her head and smiled pleasantly, "No I was at home!" "I saw you last night outside the hotel. Don't lie," Yixing snarled. Chanyeol thought Angel's smile faltered for a little while then she regained back her confidence. "It was a trick of the light," Angel said, "I was not there."

"Oh. Then you'll hand us over your camera guilt free, won't you Angel. To prove you haven't been snooping around," Chanyeol said with a false smile. Standing at the door, he wondered how many times Angel had secretly taken images of them. Yixing agreed wholeheartedly, "Yeap. So, you'll let us see the camera?" He held out his hands for the object.

"I'm sorry but it is my private property-"

"Just say you took the photos, Angel! If not, give us the camera!"

Angel flinched hard at Yixing's sudden harsh voice. She seemed to have just remembered that she was talking to kingkas and her face turned slightly pale. "Angel, why aren't you answering my text-" Jongdae's voice echoed down the corridor and stopped. Chanyeol heard his footsteps coming up to them then Jongdae poked his face in between Yixing and him.

"Wassup? Asking her for more polaroid film?" Jongdae asked. wearing a grin. Then when he noticed Yixing's dark look, he coughed awkwardly, "So. Umm... What happened?" "They keep saying that I was the one taking photos last night!" Angel suddenly burst angrily. She stood up and continued, "Why would I be at some stupid ball when I can stay at home and write my essay?"

Chanyeol exchanged weary glances with Yixing. Then Jongdae turned to them, looking all serious, "Yixing, I already told you she was at home-" "Fine. Let's take it that way for now. Chanyeol, let's go," Yixing said in a softly dangerous voice which he only used when he was amused. With that, he turned his back and stomped off, half-shoving Jongdae aside. 

Jongdae darted his eyes at Chanyeol and Angel like he was thinking of what to say. He said carefully, "Chanyeol, you know Yixing didn't receive enough sleep last nigh-" Chanyeol cut in, standing up straight, "Angel, don't forget that I have control over the security cameras in the ballroom..." Before he walked away, Chanyeol swore that he heard Angel whisper, "Good luck with that."

That sealed his conclusion. Chanyeol rolled his eyes as he walked off. Angel couldn't have Jongdae as her shield forever. He was sure that something was going to crop up really soon.

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By now, Sehun was sure that the whole school knew he had fallen out with the boys. The obviously lesser attention he got could only prove that. He gritted his teeth irritably as he made his way to the canteen. Who cares? he thought. Well maybe except that people are throwing me dirty looks, and Kim Jongin kissed Luhan- Sehun resisted the urge to kick something at that instant. Very soon, he would be joining Kyungsoo in his anti-Jongin campaign if he kept wanting to mutilate Jongin.

There was another teeny-tiny problem at the same time. Why, on Earth was he feeling so icky whenever he replayed that scene? And of all the girls there, why had he chosen Luhan? Not like Jongin had a shortage of girls to choose from. Sehun turned the corner and saw the long queues in the canteen. Nope, he wasn't going to queue. He sighed and walked away.

He had plenty of time since his next lesson was one hour from now. Immersed in his thoughts, Sehun walked aimlessly around to nowhere in particular. Suddenly, there was a howl of pain from the nearby corridor. "Give me the answer sheets," a voice said softly. "I don't have it!" a boy squeaked back. Another yell.

Sehun quickly ran to the source of the sound. Okay, he hadn't really expected it to be Jongin. But there he was, beating the soul out of a boy. From the looks of it, the boy was a senior in Year 3. Jongin threw an angry punch and the boy ducked in fright. He screamed, "I really don't have it! Madam Choi didn't give it to me!" Sehun was about to step up when he heard a soft but distinct snap of a camera.

He froze in his spot, trying to decipher whether he had heard wrongly or not. Another snap sounded and he unfroze. Creeping backwards slowly, Sehun walked around a corner and saw a girl kneeling down at the ther end of the corridor, taking pictures of the fight. Wow, real time paparazzi. 

Sehun knew he didn't make any sound, but the girl turned around and they locked eyes with each other. "Angel?" Sehun managed to say before the brunette scampered away. Sehun took off after her. "Hey Angel! Angel!" he shouted, but the girl seemed like she disappeared into thin air after a short while. Sehun stared at the empty staircase. Jeez, was Angel a secret athelete?

Sehun was pretty convinced he h