Lee Taeyeon has it all: A perfect boyfriend, a perfect brother, a perfect life. She's the girl you see flipping her hair in the bathroom, the cool kid that everyone loves, or loves to hate. She's a cheerleader, a good student, and a social butterfly. She's got a family with money to burn. She's got time to go out and get her nails done, hair styled, clothes tailored to any shape she pleases. She's got a princess life, a fairy-tale existence that she loves to flaunt because, well, she's worth it. She's got a body that charms a crowd, lips that make the boys faint, and a set of eyes that can make anyone listen to her with just a few blinks and a cooing compliment.

Well, almost anyone.

Choi Minjung is that odd one out. The one Taeyeon avoids, because this girl is just... She doesn't seem to care. She runs with bikers and potheads but stays drug-free. She's always around guys, but she doesn't date. She's always sleeping in class, but she gets straight A's. She's the daughter of a penniless construction worker, but she proudly holds her head high. She lets things slide, like her oil-flecked hair and her weird clothes and the way she leans on the wall and gives Taeyeon those looks in the locker-room. The way she can smirk and send shivers down Taeyeon's spine. And honestly, Minjung doesn't seem to care about Taeyeon. She just looks at the girl when they're changing, a smirk on her face as Taeyeon tries to flee from the look. It's like she knows something Taeyeon doesn't, wants something Taeyeon won't give her.

Taeyeon wears lipgloss and short skirts. Minjung wears leather jackets and men's shirts. Any friendship, any interaction between them is illogical.

But then again, what isn't?