You sigh after the bell rings indicating that lunch is over. You stand up from the toliet seat and brush out the wrinkles in your plaid, pleated skirt. Spending lunch in a bathroom stal during your second week of school here is pretty pathetic, you think to yourself tossing your tray into the washroom trashcan then swinging your messenger bag over your shoulder. As you exit by pressing your back against the bathroom door,your three class texts piled in your arms, the door hit something and your world goes black and white with fear. "What the hell?" A feminine voice shouts from the other side of the door, and even though its only been a week since you started going to Woolim high you knew that voice. You shuddered out of the washroom, a ghost of the girl you were when you entered it and met face-to-face with him. Yup the leader of your female tormentors was actually a guy. Lee Sungjong. He rolled his eyes at you, you feet like an ant compared to him and his growing ego. Two of his friends slap the books from your hands and he slid your bag strap from your shoulder. They cackled at you as they walked away. "Sorry unnie, if you watch where your going I'll watch where I'm going" Sungjong stabbed, twisting around before he and his group of divas swished away laughing. You scramble to pick up your books and the items that fell from your bag when it met the floor. As your hand reached out for your favorite pencil (one that is embarrasingly girly, all pink covered with sparkly glitter, unicorns and rainbows) you feel a something smooth  that doesn't feel like the pencil. Your eyes focus in the direction of the pencil and you see there is another hand under yours. You follow the hand, up the arm to the face of Myungsoo, the really mysterious (and attractive) guy from your chemistry class. He blushes at the contact between your hands and you smile pulling your hand away from his. "Is this yours?" He asked kneeling next to you on the floor outside the girls' restroom. You nod dumbfounded and embarrassed when you remember how childish the pencil Myungsoo was holding was and you snatch it from his hand. "Um yeeah thanks Myungsoo oppa." You tuck the pencil safely into the front pouch of your bag, stand up and dust your skirt off. He stands too. "Call me L if you have to call me at all. But hey Don't worry about those gu-...gir...don't worry about Sungjong and his followers they just need someone to pick on, i'll just try my best to make sure it isn't you." He walks aways cooly as usaul and you're left there in a daze...."L" You whisper to yourself.