GIRL   Wow.   That word could be the biggest understatement of the year because of Kris.   After our so-called breakfast, instead of parting ways as what I had expected for him to insist on, Kris asked me to accompany him, saying because of our week worth lack of communication, I had a lot of errands to catch up on.   "I'm your errand girl again?" I asked incredulously when I heard him enumerate the list of stupid tasks he had for me. We were in the music room and my first task was cleaning one of his violins.   He smirked. "Isn't this what you wanted?" He dumped the cleaning material at the nearest table and pointed to the first violin case.   "I see now," I said sourly as I took the violin case grudgingly.   "See what?" Kris walked to the other side of the room, to where the grand piano was.   "That a while ago was a setup." I set the violin case beside the cleaning materials and ped it. "Since you already told your errand girl off, you had to find a way to be in her good graces again because you had a lot of things for her to do. That's the real reason you had asked me to breakfast, right?" I was teasing.   To my surprise, Kris chuckled. "Yeah, that's it. I'm amazed that your brain works once in a while."   I looked pointedly at his direction, finding him lifting the grand piano cover. "You complain too much." He sat in front of the piano.   “Who wouldn’t when they have a master like you?”   He shook his head at my stubbornness and started to play.  "Just go back to work and listen to your master play."   I did.       "A week worth of trash?" I exclaimed in disbelief.   We were in the locker hallway and I was facing Kris' locker, so full of crumpled papers some of it had already fallen to the floor. "What had you been doing this week?"   Kris innocently looked to the side and shrugged. "They're my music pieces. I didn't like them."   "All of them?" I picked one up and un-crumpled it, only to have it snatched out of my hand.   "Hey! I said to throw it out, not read it."   "Aish," I chucked each paper into the black trash bag he made me bring before we came here. Now I knew why.   A stolen glance at him told me he was suppressing a laugh. What a bully.       Kris made me do a few more nonsense task around the campus, making me run from here to there. Since we were the only one around, he was the master of everything. And the so-called master was leisurely sitting at the bench near the forest entrance, while I had just run the whole way back to our dorm which was at the other side of the campus just to get his sunglasses. And it was in the middle of the day, for crying out loud. Good thing the bench was under the shade of a huge tree.   "Really, why am I letting you do this?" I said as I sank on the space beside him, handing him his sunglasses.   He shrugged, taking it from my hand.   "You are seriously the meanest bully ever," I said. "I knew it, the Kris who had asked me what I was going to order was too good to last."   He chuckled. And then produced a can of juice in his hand, offering it to me.   I eyed him suspiciously but took it out of his hand. “Now you’re scaring me. It’s like you have a multiple personality disorder.”   "And you are the single most confusing person ever," he countered, tsking at me. "When I'm mean, you ask me to be nice. And now that I am, you want me to be mean? Which is it?"   "You call this," I gestured to him, "nice? Wow, ain't I lucky, Kris?" Sarcasm.   He chuckled and poked my forehead with his index finger. "Drink."   I swallowed whatever was in my mouth and straightened in my seat. "You're weird today, Kris," I mumbled softly.   He glanced at his wristwatch. "No questions, okay?" He eyed me before I could even open my mouth.   I could only nod in response.   "I'm starving. Let's go get something to eat."           After eating, Kris insisted I come with him to a music store, saying he needed someone to carry the things he would buy. I obliged, because really, what could I do? This way, I get to see more of his other sides. And he didn’t really buy much, just some music sheets. I didn’t have to carry anything.   But it turned out, we weren’t only going to one store. Kris dragged me into many others, saying he’d have to take the chance to buy a lot of things now since I was there to carry it for him. I called him a jerk for it but he just smirked, saying I asked for it, didn’t I? And now, after 2 hours of… shopping, if you call it that, we were headed to a juice bar to grab something to drink.   And all I could do while we were on our way was wonder. Wonder why Kris was suddenly acting like this and when he was going to stop.   “Kris?” a familiar voice pulled me out of my thoughts and made me looked up. We had just turned left on a corner and standing in front of us was Han Chae.   When Kris didn’t respond, I cast a glance at him only to find his aura completely different and his face shut off.   “I was just about to go to the dorm,” Chae continued, smiling at him. “But now that you’re here… where are you going?” she asked, her eyes straying to mine for a half a second.   I was almost sure it really meant ‘Where are you going with her?’ I didn’t know Han Chae but I think like other girls, she was curious as to the people around her boyfriend, or in her case, fiancé.   “We're going somewhere,” Kris said curtly a