The air was filled with a honey aroma. A sweet scent to my nose. I sniffed in the air as much as I could.

My whole body tensed up as the school's sign appeared in my view. Why couldn't school start at 2 P.M. and end at 2:01 P.M. ? I paced myself slowly towards the doors. Hoping something decent will arrive in my way this year.

My first year at this school, I attempted to make friends. In my head, I thought that those people were my friends. I found out the truth when I heard them talking about me.

'Why do we have to pretend to like Taemin?' 'Why can't he just go away?' 'I don't want to pretend to be his friend anymore.'

All of those questions and statements they told each other, sent tons of daggers into my heart. I should've known better than to trust anyone. How could I still trust someone, after all that happened to me when I was a mere child? I refused to let that scene come into play in my mind. Forgetting about the moment that caused me to act harshly towards others.

I shook my head a bit and entered through the school doors.

I dragged my feet to where the classroom schedules are for each student in their 2nd year here. I have Class 101-B.

"What class do you have?" Is that person talking to me? I turned around and asked, "Are you talking to me?"

He smiled brightly and nodded.

"Um, I have Class 101-B." I was in shock. No one ever talks to me. This person must be new here.

"Really?! Me too!"

Maybe luck has finally crossed my path. Maybe, just maybe.

"Let's go to class together then." It was my turn to smile.

"Yay!" I laughed at his cuteness. Not once in my life have I ever met someone so happy, so full of life. This person is bright, he must be to be enrolled in a Honors class.

He paused, "I'm Minho, by the way. Sorry I didn't say so earlier."

"I'm Taemin. It's nice to meet you, Minho."

Minho smiled again. His smiles are always so real. I wish to smile that way again. When I looked into his eyes, they told another story. Happiness was clearly not in them. It looked as if he was. . .

"Taemin?"

"Oh, sorry about that."

"It's okay. I hope we can be close friends this year."

"I hope so too." I dare not tell him that I can't trust him very much. Every friend of mine seemed to be happy, but I knew they weren't. I dare not tell him about my past either. I may tell him, if we become close friends.

We set foot in the room while our teacher did role call. He was still in A's. I took a seat right by Minho.

"Choi Minho." "Here."

So his full name is Choi Minho. . . Choi means "high, superior, lofty or mountain." I find it kind of funny, since Minho appears rather cheery.

"Lee Taemin." "Here." Minho looks at me and grins. I return the grin, although it's not a true grin like Minho's.