I stare at the figure before me in the mirror. It wasnt the same person i saw this morning when i was leaving for school. My buttons were popped, i could see my black-laced bra. My once white shirt had a footprint on it. My hair looked like a bird's nest. I looked pathetic, and the miserable look on my tear-stained face just made it all a whole lot worse. There was no way in hell could I make it out of this restroom without judging, curious eyes of passing students.

I had to call MinHo.

"Oppa, can you pick me up from school?" I tried my best to keep my voice stable, I didn't want MinHo bombarding me with a million questions over the phone.

"Hana? What's wrong?" He sounded concern.

"I'll explain it later, alright? Please, just, come get me at school." I sounded real desperate as i combed my hand through my messy hair as i paced back and forth around the small space in the washroom.

"Okay, you owe me an explanation. I'll be there in five." He hung up. I could imagine him rushing out of the house with the car keys in his hand. 

The rest of the four minutes before i decided i had to move, I spent it holding my tears back. It to be bullied. I was definitely not a strong girl. All those things they said, affected me hard. I'll admit, I really am not good at taking criticisms, be it true or not. 

Tidying up myself just a tiny bit, just so I didn't look as ruined, I stuck my head out into the corridor. The coast was clear, not a soul in sight.

I made a mad dash towards the back gate, where MinHo would pick me up and where I would be safe in the arms of my older brother. 

Well, that's when someone grabbed my arm and pulled me back. Seems like whoever said, one should never get their hopes too high, deserved a real pat on their back. I shrieked a little, somehow I managed to make it soft so that it wouldnt attract attention. I braced myself for another kick in the stomach or another bunch of my hair being pulled at, but it never came.

I peeled a little at my eyelids that closed shut. Blinking twice, I sighed in relief it wasn't Jinah. But then again, it was as bad as Jinah.

I took a step back, pressing myself against the lockers.

"I'm sorry, alright? I'm sorry I knocked into you just now, if that's why you're looking for me or something. If it's about your girlfriend, I'm sorry too, I probably shouldn't have say beside you. I shouldn't have talked to you and Mark. Sorry, okay? I'm sorry. I'm just, I'm just gonna leave first." I blabbered, too afraid Jeno would do something bad to me. Or that he would say some stuff to Jinah about me. Or that Jinah had special powers to see that I was talking to Jeno.

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