Apparently he was some sort of super star around here, just because he's a trainee? The girls squealed as they herded around him, desperately trying to catch his attention.

I'm not going to lie, he was pretty handsome.

His skin was pale, and his hair was bleached-blonde. I could tell a stylist had straitened his hair a certain way so that it stood in place. He was really tall though, towering over all the girls.

Then, just for a second, I could have sworn he was looking right at me.

To my dismay, my suspicions were verified when he started in my direction. Not knowing what to do, I cursed myself, and waited.

When he reached me, his height towered over mine, making me feel smaller than I actually was. My head just barely reached the bottom of his chest.

"Hey, you," he said with a cheeky grin.

I looked up at him, and swallowed hard. He kept grinning, and placed his hands on my shoulders, squeezing them a bit.

"You, you're mine."