The slamming of iron lockers rang inside of your ears as you looked for your books in yours. Students were piling around you, all chatting away about their perfect weekend. Normally you would have been one of them, carelessly going on about all the fun things you had done, but today you couldn’t really bring yourself to do so. A frown seemed glued onto your face that day, and there was nothing you could do to remove it. Anger and hurt were the main feelings that were currently captured inside of your heart, and they seemed to make it impossible for you to be in a good mood. You pushed your books inside of your shoulder bag and prepared yourself for rushing off, hoping you’d feel better once you’d be able to concentrate on the lectures and the classes instead of all the mess you’d gotten into. But just as you grabbed your locker to close it, a familiar face popped up in the middle of your sight, speed walking through the crowded halls. You cursed underneath your breath as you pained your brain to think of a way to avoid him, so that you wouldn’t have to talk to him. But he was nearing quickly, and you barely had the time to hide behind the iron door again before he showed up by your side. His presence was almost too much for you to handle and the words that he should leave you alone were almost rolling off your tongue. 

“___________, can we talk for a second?” Baekhyun asked, concern and confusion lingering inside of his voice as he walked towards your other side so that the locker could no longer keep you out of his sight. It was obvious he wanted you to look at him, to make some kind of contact with him. But you pressed your lips tightly together, your fingers turning white around the ugly green material. The last thing you wanted to do right now was talk to him, you didn’t want to hear a single word that came from his lips. From what you’d seen, you weren’t sure what to believe anymore. For months you’d trusted him, you’d allowed your heart to let him in and to fall for him, which clearly had been a horrible mistake. Why did you have to be the one who always got caught up in these kinds of things? You were always the person who seemed to be going out with the wrong type of guys, who fell for the bad boys. You really had believed that this time had been different, that he was different, but somehow things simply didn’t change. “I’ll be late for class.” You muttered, making sure he could feel the coldness inside of your voice slipping deep inside of his bones. You allowed your eyes to glide across his face for a few seconds, just to see his reaction and what you saw was very satisfying. 

He blinked his eyes in utter confusion, before an upset glance set inside of them. It was obvious you were angry with him, no that you were furious with him. You didn’t have anything to hide from him, unlike him, who seemed to have kept many things from you. Out of all the relationships you’d had you had never been this deceived before, this betrayed. Lifting your chin up highly into the sky to make sure to show him that you weren’t planning on giving into him, you planning on marching past him. Yet, you could feel the lump inside of your throat, telling you exactly how hard this actually was for you. You could show off big and strong, but inside your heart was breaking into little pieces. “Wait! Aren’t you at least going to tell me what happened? What did I do?” Dumbfounded you could feel your jaw dropping towards your chest, and if steam had been able to come from your ears you were sure the fire alarms would have been going off by now. Furious, you your heel and faced him, seeing how he stood there helplessly, like a small puppy who’d been dumped by its owner. All different kinds of ideas popped inside of your head, slapping him across the face, throwing all different kinds of insults his way. But you took a deep breath and stopped yourself, you didn’t want to make a scene. The last thing you wanted was for everyone to find out what had happened, you didn’t want to be even more embarrassed than you already were. 

“Don’t you have any respect for me at all? How do you dare asking me such thing? You know very well what you did!” You hissed, making sure that the students who passed you weren’t able to overhear your conversation. Though, your heated stare probably told them to stay away and keep a safe distance. You and Baekhyun had been dating for almost a year now, and things had been going nice and steady between the two of you. You’d actually found yourself falling in love with him. He’d always been sweet and caring, and he had always been great at making you laugh. You had been perfectly happy, until last Friday. That night everything had fallen apart, and you were sure that things would never be the same again. All the color seemed to have drained from his face as he took a step closer to you, but for each one he took you put one step back. You weren’t ready to get close to him and you weren’t sure if you would ever be ready for that again. What he did wasn’t something you could just forgive and forget, you weren’t sure if you’d even be able to look at him anymore without feeling hatred. “Please _____________, I swear I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He looked so innocent while standing there, his hands hanging loosely by his side as if he’d already lost. He was lying to you, you were sure of it. It was impossible for him no two know what he’d done, he had been there, and you’d seen him with your own eyes. After the incident he had tried to call you over the weekend, like you usually did. There wasn’t a day that you didn’t speak to each other, but this weekend you had ignored all his calls and messages. It had been a clue for him to leave you alone at school, for him to stay out of your way, but he clearly hadn’t gotten the idea. 

Rage filled you as you took a step closer to him and you pocked your finger into his chest, accusingly, angrily. He flinched because of your touch, and usually you would have felt terribly for being this harsh with him, but today you didn’t care. He deserved this, for hurting you, for being so careless about your feelings. “You think I wouldn’t find out? I saw you with her, last Friday. I’m not an idiot Baekhyun, I would have found out eventually. I just thought you’d have the decency to break up with me first before you’d go cheating on me. And with my best friend, out of all people!” You tried to keep your voice down, but it didn’t really matter anymore, most students had already left to go to class. And if you wouldn’t leave yourself then you’d be late for your first lecture. Right now it was his turn to look completely shocked, and you sniffed, trying to hold back the terrible laugh that was boiling in the back of your throat. Did he seriously thing that he could hide this for you forever. The urge to collide your hand with his cheek appeared once more, but you clenche