Junghwa didn't like confrontation or conflict. She shuffled her feet on the grass, hoping for some convenient excuse that would get her away from this pushy girl. She was held by the arm, though, long nails—painted a pretty teal—nearly digging into her tanned flesh.

Finally, someone somewhere was smiling on her, because Oh Sehun kicked up her skateboard behind Junghwa and the propaganda-pusher. "Junghwa! We're gonna be late."

Junghwa noticed the narrowed eyes and saw the girl about to launch into her spiel once again. She quickly removed the girl's hand from her arm and bowed with a hasty "Excuse me," and she hurried to Sehun's side.

"Who was that?"

"I have no idea! She just grabbed me and started talking about some men and theories and how school is pretty much the devil."

Sehun snorted. "God, what a freak."