I sat uneasily on the edge of my seat throughout the remaining time of math class. My thoughts of contemplation were driving me insane as I watched the clock tick above the teacher’s dry-erase board. Was I supposed to jump up and run as soon as the minute hand knocked the hour hand into place and the bell rang or was I supposed to calmly stand by and wait to see if Taeyeon really was about to poison Oh Sehun?

My father’s words of “treat others how you want to be treated” rang in my head and I rubbed my temples, trying to ease my headache. Yes, I would like someone to warn me if I was about to eat the food I was allergic to and that had the potential to kill me. But it was Oh Sehun, enemy of two years, the guy endlessly torturing me. He left me for molestation in an alleyway; why shouldn’t I leave him for dead in the hands of Kim Taeyeon, his girlfriend?

I inwardly groaned as the clock told me I had two minutes left. I didn’t want to, I didn’t want to run to his aid. I know it sounded bad, but there were just too many things that had possibilities of happening if I went sprinting off to help him. They could be merely plotting against me to watch me make a fool of myself, I could easily be taken the wrong way if I walked up in there and told Oh Sehun he was about to eat his allergy, and many other things. I didn’t want to think of what all could go wrong if I helped him: I wanted to get my own nonlethal lunch and go eat it alone somewhere away from everyone.

To my disappointment, my appetite jumped out the window when the bell rang. No longer taking anything into consideration, really, I left my bag where it was and power walked straight to the canteen. Who said I would help him? I could simply stand by and see if Taeyeon was really stupid enough to give him the infected kimbap. Shouldn’t she have known what his allergies were?

Because I was Choi Eunhui, it took me a while to actually get inside the canteen due to the long line of students crowding around the door. I was so close several times only to get shoved back and told that fatties waited at the back of the line. Apparently, I wasn’t exactly in need of food, they said. Minutes ago my stomach had said otherwise, but now it was only churning in anticipation. I realized I would feel terrible if Oh Sehun were to leave the school in an ambulance and it could’ve all been stopped if I had only said something. Surely, I thought, his friends knew – somebody knew his allergy and what was about to happen.

With a loud huff of annoyance at some guy who shoved me into the canteen door, I rubbed my elbow after hitting my funny bone on the metal thing. I sent one last glare at the stranger’s back before turning to look across the canteen. My plan was to find a table and merely sit to watch what Taeyeon was going to do. All that was flushed down the toilet when my eyes landed on Oh Sehun and his said girlfriend who was holding a pair of chopsticks in which she was using to grab one of the rolls.

“No, no, no,” I mumbled to myself as I instinctively began walking towards the VIP section, straight towards the hateful guy sitting on the table top instead of its provided chairs and his girlfriend who was seconds from poisoning him.

“Aye, how come we don’t get anything?” Tao asked, standing next to Sehun as he sipped on a bottle of coke.

Taeyeon rolled her eyes as I sped closer to their table. “Because I haven’t been dating you for one hundred days, have I?” she asked, holding up her food-clad chopsticks. “Eat well, Sehunnie,” she said sweetly, unlike how she just spoke to Tao who was frowning. His frown deepened when he noticed me approaching.

Sehun was smirking at Tao teasingly, about to take the food Taeyeon was offering, until he saw me. He continued to laze against the table, but his expression hardened.

“I . . . I, uh . . . .” How exactly was I supposed to go about this? He didn’t look up to a friendly conversation about how I remembered his and his friend’s conversation from a week ago after overhearing his girlfriend’s conversation and then deciding on saving his life. “Well . . . .”

Taeyeon rolled her eyes. “Can someone Fatty away from our table?” she called out. A few people look