Sehun’s POV

I hate you Chanyeol. Luhan will totally notice I’m not in the best mood, and then I’ll have to come up with some reason for why I’m mad. Luhan you’d better hang out with me. I really don’t want to talk to you right now, but Chanyeol is making me. I’m kinda glad he doesn’t know that by talking to him, it makes me sadder, not happier, but Chanyeol is trying to help, so I can forgive him.
“Hey, Luhan.” He turned from the lunch lady. I watched his smile melt into a poker face. At least an attempt at a poker face, Luhan could never acheive an actual poker face, so I could tell he was annoyed at me.
“Sehun...what do you want? Why are you talking to me after a week? That’s not nice you know.” Oh god, Chanyeol I will murder you.
“I was just, um, wondering if you wanted to hang out with me after school.” I said, ignoring his other questions. I fidgted my hands behind my back. It was hard actually talking to him after a week. I’m pretty sure Luhan will agree though, since he doesn’t do anything on Wednesdays.
“Nope! No can do! I have other affairs to attend to!”Luhan beamed.
“What?”
“I made new friends while you were clinging to Chanyeol, and they invited me to hang out with them today after school, so I can’t hang out with you too.” I turned and glanced at the three boys Luhan had been sitting with. One waved awkwardly. Ugh. “We can probably hang out tomorrow though, I’ll have to check my schedule.” I rolled my eyes. Luhan you are too cute.
“You don’t have anything until 6 tomorrow.”
“How do you know? You haven’t talked to me in a week, I could’ve changed it.”
“You could’ve, but I doubt it. I’m guessing you still have nothing on Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday. You have singing lessons at six on Thursday, and you go to your grandmother’s house every Friday, straight after school. Then on Saturday you usuallly have a soccer game in the morning, then go to practice at 7 at night, and on Sunday’s you sleep in, then go to the gym at noon. You could’ve changed something on Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday, but it wouldn’t affect tomorrow, so you can hang out, you’re just being difficult.”
“Says you! Your the one still throwing a fit here. I’ve been trying to talk to you all week, and your just all,” Luhan proceeded to imitate me.”’Hello....Yep....Sure, Luhan...’ And I’m the one being difficult. It’s not my fault.” he muttered.
“Excuse me! It is too your fault! I couldn’t help it! What if you were in my situation-”
“But I’m not.”
“It doesn’t matter! Imagine it, Lu! Use your imagination! What if it was you and Minho, and you were me! You try to talk to to him afterwards!”
“Well I’d have to talk to him in the first place, now wouldn’t I, Sehun! A kpop star lives in a different universe then we do, talking to him would be like trying to talk to someone in America from right here.” He turned east.” Hello! I Luhan!” he called out in terrible English.
“Luhan, you can’t speak English. They wouldn’t be able to understand you.”
“I can to speak English! Your just jealous!” “Just shut up already!I’m sorry I ever-”
“And this is why I said no when you-”
“Confessed to you/me!” we shouted at each other in perfect sync. We just glared at each other, until the bell rang, and I realized the lunchroom was deathly silent. My face got red. They heard everything. All of them, they had heard the entire thing. Luhan was a tomato, as he realized the same thing. “Oh my god.” I whispered. Chanyeol heard all that. Chanyeol knew now. No! I didn’t want that! I honestly liked Chanyeol, after a week. He was wonderful, and so sweet and a great kisser(though I’m not one to judge), I don’t want to hurt him! He doesn’t deserve any of this! I felt wetness on my cheek, and I left and ran to the bathroom, bawling at what I’d done. I was a monster. A horrible, selfish person, who doesn’t deserve Chanyeol, or even Luhan. I had hurt them both without even realizing it, and had lost Luhan and probably Chanyeol soon too. I heard footsteps coming after me, so I sped up. I don’t want to talk to anyone right now. I’ll probably just hurt them too. They need to go away. I found the bathroom and dashed into it, locking myself in the stall. There, I cried. I just cried, and cried, unaware of what was around me, or how much time had passed. I didn’t hear the door open, and somebody calling my name. I didn’t notice when they started pounding the door, or even when they climbed over the stall to get to me. I didn’t see them, until they had their arms around me in a hug. They held me tight while I cried into their shoulder uncontrollably, probably getting snot all over them. I didn’t care who this person was anymore, I needed a person, anybody to be there with me. Finally after however long I was crying, I managed to pull my head up to look at the person holding me. It was Chanyeol. He smiled down at me