"Oppa~!" squealed the girl.

"Hey, Go Eun," the boy replied.

Go Eun jumped forward and wrapped her arms around the boy's well-built body.

She pointed her eyes up to the boy's eyes. "Oppa, wanna go to lunch with me?"

"I don't know. . ." he answered teasingly.

She pouted. "But, oppa~!!!"

He smiled. "Of course, Go Eun."

She smiled back. "Let's go!"

She grabbed his hand and pulled him down the hallway. People were nonchalantly chatting with their friends, opening their lockers, or just walking.

The boy noticed someone out of the corner of his eye.

"Go Eun? Do you know that boy?" he asked, pointing to the boy just standing in front of his closed locker, doing nothing.

She looked and frowned. "That's Huang Zitao. He NEVER speaks. Yet he gets perfect grades. Sometimes, there are red puddles near his desk, like blood, and sometimes his desk is wet. I think he cries sometimes. He looks emo and goth at the same time. I even heard that his parents died, and he lives all alone. Why?" she asked, looking up.

He shook his head. "Nothing. Let's go eat! I'll buy!"

She jumped up and down, and grinned.

"Thanks, Kris!"