I went from now on every day after school to the park and took a few laps for about 2 hours. After that I was always so tired that I lay down and fell asleep under my tree. This in turn brought again trouble with Mom, but that did not bother me.

In the school I took only small snacks, but then my stomach growled during the lesson, but I also did not care. I would show Ma Ri.

Small changes were and I had to take my coat already together. I rocked me every day to see what I had done. As I cleared the candy stores out of my room, it took me a lot of strength. Still, this was only the beginning.

With Baekhyun I had not spoken since the incident and Ma Ri also let me alone for that. But she had something prior, I knew that.

During the break I ate my scanty snack, which consisted of cucumbers, tomatoes and a small bread, while the others chatted as if nothing had happened yesterday.

Such cowards.

I really needed a friend with whom I could talk. Jian ignored me as usual and I had heard that that she was popular again. Now that she no longer hung up with me.

Engrossed in my thoughts I hardly noticed that the girls in my class were all suddenly become silent.

Then I heard behind me: "Hi, my little hamster, what are you doing?"

The voice seemed familiar in a nasty way.

I looked up and saw in Baekhyuns eyes.

"Come with me." Without re-allow words he pulled me out of my chair. The girls in the class yelled, he held my hand.

Baekhyun ignored them and dragged me under venomous looks out of the classroom.

In the corridor I found my voice again. "Where are you taking me?"

"You will see i soon enough little hamster."

"Don't call me hamster!"

He just laughed and dragged me along.

As he stopped at last we arrived at one of the music rooms. In the middle of the room stood a microphone and speaker.

Only now I noticed that Baekhyun was still holding my hand. My heartbeat quickened and I blushed. I was very hot and my toes tingled.

"Baekhyun?"

"What is?"

"Uh ... well ... uh .... you... your hand." I pointed at our hands.

He grinned evilly. "Does it bother you?"

Now it was enough. He made the entirely too much fun.

I left my hand from his, but he immediately picked up again afterwards.
I tried it again this time he linked our fingers together.

That was not the I-hold-your-hand-only-because-I-have-to Type.

That was the I-want-to-hold-your-hand-because-I-like-it Type.