Hello dear readers, how have you all been? 
Afrika has been treating me well the past months.
My intership is coming to an end this week
And I will be leaving for a two week during holiday to go on safari
I'm so excited! 

Sadly enough this also means that my time here is almost over
In three weeks I will be returning back to Belgium
Where I'll be home for two days before going to Brussels for another eight weeks of internship
My life is so hectic you guys

Yet, it means I'll have more time to write soon
Until that time, here's another scenario
Hope you enjoy it and you're all doing well!

“I mean, he’s so damn gorgeous. I swear to god, I would do anything to make him notice me.” The gasps and the whispers emerged through the library, before disappearing with a soft sigh from the doors as they closed. You heaved a deep breath as you hid yourself behind one of the shelves, making sure that no one was able to see you. Not just because you didn’t want them to know that you had heard every single thing they said and to for them to notice you, but also because you didn’t want them to see that you were actually hiding from them. The last thing you wanted them to know was that you were actually terrified of them, even though you were. But then they would have prove, and they could use that against you. Your eyes scanned across the covers of books, the titles and the authors and you realized you were stuck in the same lane you always were. You’d read most of the books that covered these wooden planks, and because no one else seemed to be interested in them they were all dusted again by now. Life in high school had never been easy for you. At first, just like every other teenager you had dreamt of going to high school, of making new friends and just having a great time. But those hopes had quickly changed into the wish that everyone would just ignore you and leave you alone. You’d never been bullied before you came here, you never thought lowly of yourself before all of this. There was nothing wrong about you, you weren’t different from everyone else. The only thing was that you loved to read, spend your free time in the library and your points were always high. 

You’d never thought for that to be a reason for people to pick on you, but it seemed like you were wrong about many things these days. Nothing was as you imagined it, and soon your dream about high school had turned into a nightmare. Now you weren’t just spending time in the library to enjoy your books, but now you were actually using it as a shelter, a hiding place. This was one of the only places where everyone would just cut you some slack and would leave you by yourself. No matter how hard you tried to blend in with the decorations, they always seemed to find something to say. If it wasn’t your hairstyle then they’d say something about the sound of your voice, or they would laugh with the clothes you were wearing. Yesterday, for example, you’d been wearing the same top as one of the cheerleaders, Hana had been wearing. She had almost ripped it off you when she saw it, but somehow she’d still found a way to embarrass you because of it, saying that you made her feel better because you looked like a fat duck in it. No, you hadn’t cried, you’d stopped crying a very long time ago. Sometimes, there were nights that you dreamt about what would happen if you would stop standing back and swallowing everything. What would happen if you’d actually open your mouth and talk back. But in the end, you were too scared to really do it.  

So things stayed the same, every single day. Or at least, that was until a few days ago, when everyone had found something more interesting to gossip about than your existence. The new boy, Byun Baekhyun. Not only was he a handsome transfer student, but he was also an idol. To see him standing at the front of the classroom Monday morning had been a huge shock to you. He’d winked to you secretly while walking towards his seat, but you’d just sat there, frozen. He’d tried to talk to you when class was over, and many times after that. He had texted you during lunch, asking you where you were and if you wanted to join him, but you’d ignored that too. It was mean of you, you knew that. Why? Because he was your boyfriend. You’d known each other for ages, since you were kids. Your parents had been friends before you, causing you to know each other from childhood. You’d seen each other grow up, and you’d been there to support him when he’d put his first steps into the life of an idol. It had been a complete surprise to you when he’d asked you to go out on a date with him, but you hadn’t been able to say no to him. After all, how could you not have a little crush on him? And now, you’d been dating for over a year. Things had been great and even though you didn’t see each other very often, you were still going strong. That was probably why you had been so surprised when he had shown up here all of a sudden, because he hadn’t mentioned anything about that, never. Not in a phone conversation, not in a text, like seriously, not ever. 

But that wasn’t the real reason why you were ignoring him. The thing was, you hadn’t been very honest to him either. Since the very beginning you had done everything in your power to keep it from him that you were being bullied. The last thing you wanted was for him to think that he was dating some kind of loser, who couldn’t stand up for herself. He wanted someone classy and brave, someone beautiful and smart. He deserved that, as the hard working person he was. It wouldn’t take very long before he would hear from everyone what they thought about you and he would find out what had been going on behind his back for such a long time. Not only were you not worth his time or his presence, you’d also lied to him, which made everything ten times as worse. Everything would have been perfectly fine if he had stayed on his side of life and you had stayed on yours, but he’d crossed his line. Not that you weren’t happy to see him, you were so excited to see him trying to be a part of your world. But it was also scary as hell, knowing that your secret would no longer be a secret for much longer. Silently you bit down on your bottom lip, trying to figure out what your next move should be. You could still come clean, tell him the truth before he’d hear it from someone else. But you didn’t want to risk the chance that he would break up with you on the spot. Listening carefully you were sure that you could hear footsteps heading your way, apparently you’d been so deeply lost in your own thoughts that you hadn’t even heard the doors of the library open as the person had sneaked it. You in a deep breathe, trying to be as silent as a mouse as you prayed that the person would pass you by. Sometimes you wished you could just disappear in the walls, or jump inside of the pages of a book so everyone would stop bothering you. 

Then the sound stopped, and you swore they resounded from right behind you the last time you checked. A shiver ran down your spine and you flinched visibly when that person laid their hand on top of your shoulder to gain your attention. This was normally the moment they’d start scolding you, calling you terrible names. So you had no idea why you felt the need to turn around and look at them as they said it. “Hey, have you see the…Oh.” Your eyes widened at the guy in front of you, the only person you’d been trying to avoid all day long. At first he just blinked, staring right back into your face as a blush began to creep up your cheeks. Somehow you always reacted to his nearness, even though you’d know each other forever. But it was the sight of him in his school uniform that made you feel even hotter, it reminded you of all the mess that was going on around you right now. If he’d only stayed where he was, then none of this would have happened. But it wasn’t his fault, you weren’t blaming him for anything, you couldn’t be mad at him because he didn’t do anything wrong. A smile covered his face as soon as his brain seemed to process it was his girlfriend who was in front of him and he leaned in to press his soft lips against yours for a greeting. Immediately every nerve inside of your body set on fire as his mouth shaped against yours and even though it only lasted for a second, right then you were able to forget about your problems. “I’ve been looking for you all day? Didn’t you get my texts?” He asked, lifting his hand to brush the hair from your eyes before he placed it against the shelf beside your head. 

He stood so close to you, if anyone would see you right now they wouldn’t be able to believe their eyes. The transfer student, idol and most adored student at this school right now was talking to you, flirting with you even as he tilted his head to the side and shot you that eye smile. “We’re not allowed to use our phones during class.” That was a weak excuse and you knew it. When he wasn’t around you used your phone all the time to text him in between hours, even though it was against the school rules. So it didn’t surprise you that he didn’t believe a single word from it. His lips were tugged together into a straight line the next time you found the courage to look up at his face, and you could practically see the gears inside of his head working on overdrive. He was wondering if he had done something wrong, if you were upset with him because he