Amber slammed her head out of embarrassment, her friend tapping her shoulder.

“Yah, cheer up.” Her friend, Luna said as she sat next to her, “I don’t know why she does that too.” Amber rolled her head to Luna’s side and sighed exasperatedly, “she ignores me, she doesn’t even talk to me! And now we’re partners yet not even a single word was uttered from !”

Luna blinked at Amber’s words, “Since when did you get so poetic?”

Amber rolled her eyes, “does that even matter?! Ugh.” She hissed under her breath. Luna patted her back, her round yet sharp eyes following one certain figure as she took her seat at the farthest right.

“the one that got you like this is here.” Luna whispered, Amber shot up and followed her eyes where it landed on a certain raven haired girl.

“Jung Soojung.” The tomboy muttered, but was cut off when a girl blocked her from her view and smiled at them.

“Is it Soojung again that got our llama like this?” the girl asked which earned a glare from Amber and a giggle from Luna.

“Yep, that’s her.” She winked playfully at the girl who laughed in return, “Yah, why do you keep on doing the effort if she doesn’t want you?”

Amber sighed, “We’re partners in our project and when I asked her what she wants to be the theme she just ignored me, as usual.”

Victoria or the girl tilted her head, “Why does she do that?” she raised a brow at the tomboy who sighed in return, “I’ll go buy some food.” With that, the blonde tomboy stood up and went to the nearest store in their table.

“Is it because Amber is too energetic for Krystal?” Luna who is munching on her sandwich asked, Victoria shook her head, “I don’t think so, I mean, look at her best friend, Sulli… she’s two times worse than Amber..”

The other girl nodded in understanding, “Yeah, well is it because she’s boyish?”

“I don’t think so too, Soojung’s pretty gay for herself.”

Luna was about to say something but when she remembered the incident a year ago, she decided not to. “You’re right…”

“Maybe she likes our Amber.” Victoria said, her eyes widening at the realization, “Oh my gob! That must be---“

She was cut off when they felt cold chills on their spine.

“I don’t,” someone said and when they looked at the source it was her.