IT'S JUST A !

"JUST A ," SHE SAYS.

"Hey fatass, did you miss me?" Irene whips her hair, pointing her finger guns at Wendy.

It's their usual thing, to meet at the lockers before class. Wendy sighs, crossing her arms at the sight of her best friend ing her shirt at the sight of Seulgi walking down the halls. Would it kill her to be less obvious? Everyone knows, Irene couldn't be any more obvious? "I told you to stop calling me that."

Irene turns to her best friend with a pout. forms in the cutest 'o' as possible as she notices Wendy helping her button up her shirt. "Wow, you do care about me."

"Nah, I just didn't want people to associate me with a fool," Wendy says, crinkling her nose at the sight of Irene swinging her arms up in the air. "H—hey, hold still! You're such a handful."

The nerve! Irene did not sign up for this disrespect. "You know, I was going to help you out with scoring a date with Sunshine girl, but I changed my mind."

Wendy scoffs and pulls Irene by the hoodie as she hears the bell ring. As if Irene was going to help anyway. Besides, what could she possibly do? "Oh no, it's that look. What are you up to?

Oh yeah! It wasn't just any look, it was the look of a scheming girl up to no good. That's right. If Irene can't get her own love life moving, she rather be the best friend Wendy never had. "Listen, are you going to let her get away with touching your ? Don't you want a little more action—

But before Irene could finish her sent