The man was starting to get impatient with me. He kept looking at his watch and sorting and re-sorting through my documents. I rolled my eyes and picked at my already-bleeding nails. Could he tell that I was getting impatient with HIM?

"Listen, miss Lee," he started up again. "I need you to tell me how you and Park Chanyeol are possibly the same age."

I hissed. "If you listen, I will tell you!"

***

I go to fifth period, carrying books and all. You remember the boy who rudely asked me out? Well we were both almost late and he was in front of me heading to class. Since I had my hands full, he held the door for me when I got to it. I just about walked through when he slammed it in my face, causing me to drop all my books and papers. The bell rang.

Luhan came up behind me and helped me pick it all up. When we got inside, Chanyeol was standing and glaring at that boy. (Which on the date, I came to know him as Joonmyeon).

"What the hell?" Chanyeol was saying. "Is that how you treat a girl?"

Mr. Yoo was yelling at him to sit down. But his gaze never left Joonmyeon.

"You know," he continued. "You're pathetic."

Joonmyeon smirked. "Oh, don't you feel all high and brotherly."

Both me and Chanyeol froze rigid. Who told?!

"SIT DOWN!" Mr. Yoo shouted.

Chanyeol finally looked over to the red-cheeked teacher.

"Never mind," the teacher said. "Go to the principal’s office r