“Pass me the ketchup,” I ask with a gruff, as I sit myself down- some might say rudely, but really, it’s just that we’re so casual there’s a common understanding that even if my tone is rude, I’m not mad.

But, if we really want to dig down into this matter further, it might just be because on my way to the lunch table I passed by the locker hallway and what did I witness? I’ll tell you what.

Lee-mothering-Taemin slyly leaning against a locker (my locker to make matters worse) with some random dude hovering over him. I was feet away and even I could sense the flirty tension going on between them. If he’s going to go around the school being a flirt, would he mind doing so elsewhere?

“Someone has an attitude,” Jonghyun comments, but doesn’t really care, as he goes right back to his previous conversation with Key after passing me the ketchup.

I roll my eyes because I know he’s right. I want to punch a wall or insult a random passerby- meaning I’m angry and I don’t know why seeing Taemin be such a makes me so goddamn irritated. It had to be because of my locker. It’s gross, that’s my property. As a matter of fact, I think I should go back there and pull those two apart, you know, to make sure nothing nasty happens on my locker.

Deciding that is the best course of action, I huff once more, making a move to get up when I see who else but Lee Taemin walk towards our table, and plop his tiny little waist, that my hands fit so perfectly over, down.

“Uggh, here comes the brat,” I groan in annoyance, Taemin’s head turning to me to give me a scowl.

“Oh, grow a pair,” he insults, but I’m quick to come back,

“Oh, but I already have a pair- a pair that if I remember correctly you love getting on your knees and begging to ,”

“Yeah, like two years ago when I was a and didn’t know what a good pair really tasted like,” that shouldn’t hurt my ego, but it did. .

“I was on my way out,” I grumble, continuing to get up, but Jonghyun decides this is the time to pay attention to me again.

“But you just got here, you haven’t even eaten your burger yet!”

Thanks, Jjong, you’re such great help.

“Let him go, I don’t want to spoil my lunch by having to look at his stupid face,” with that, I continue on my way, throwing my un-touched lunch in the garbage, Onew yelling out from behind me ‘The tray doesn’t go in the garbage!!’, but at this moment I could care less.

I’m not angry.

There’s no reason to be angry.

There’s no reason why I should be angry.

I can try to make up excuses all I want, but that didn’t stop me from punching a locker on my walk down the hallway.