Chapter 2

Author's P.O.V

Jaemi diverted her gaze to the boy's name plate. 'Kim Joon Myeon' She had always known his name, he was her classmate after all. Everyone knows his name yet they never used it, he never allows them to call him with his true name either.They call him Suho. A guardian. Jaemi mentally smirked at the thought of that name, it doesn't even suits him.Her train of thoughts were interrupted when she heard him speak.

"Han Jae Mi." He muttered against his breath. "Not so—nice name." He snorted and backed off as he inserted his hands inside his pockets."I hope not to see you again." He gave her a sluggish wave and walked off. She gave off a light sneer, as she stared at his retreating figure.Her hands found its way to grab the doorknob, moreover there is a sudden sound of screeching just as the door opened, revealing the girl with her bedraggled hair.

Jaemi's scrutinizing eyes hovered against the girl.It's still early in the morning, most of all students would still bloom yet this girl was an exception, she was obviously—haggard."What are you looking at?" The girl's voice reached her ears as she jolted in shock."N-nothing." She stammered.

"Get out of my way." Hearing her keen voice, Jaemi stepped out of her way. Once the girl trudged away, she made her way to get the cleaning materials before the bell rings. Her eyes scanned through the hallway. The janitor's closet was the only room found in this wing, making the feeling of confusion engulfed her innermost.Suho and that girl... the both of them have those bedraggled hair.

"Youth... these days." Jaemi shook her head.

"Jaehyuk-ssi." The latter looked up from the documents against his desk."The materials."

"Oh, thanks."He muttered and grabbed the material from her grasp."You may go to your seat now." That's it. If someone would have the guts to ask anything from her that she would greatly accept, he or she must've been desperate to ask for help from his or her friends and once their problem is solved, everyone will just leave her all alone again and come back to ask for favors again.

Life is so unfair. She plopped her right arm as her head leaned against it, the clouds covered the blue sky, the trees swing gently,giving out the wind the students wanted. This must've been peaceful without the coveting laughters from all students.She checked her wristwatch which showed — 7:30 AM — 15 more minutes and the class will start.

All of a sudden, the noise died down and was replaced by sudden squealings, the scrunching of Jaemi's face was the evidence that she's annoyed by the vexatious sound. Her eyes darted towards the entrance and as expected, the group that composed of 12 handsome men walked inside the room with the cool aura surrounding them.She must admit that she was astonished by their image at first but then as time passed by, she couldn't deny the weary feeling when they were around.

Everything nice and delightful was thrown to them—good looks, money, intelligence, respect and popularity. Everything.

They were rumored—which is actually confirmed, that they were the type of boys who dosen't have any dignity for females. Just like in every cliché books; womanizer, pleasure-seeker and make-out artist. That's one of the reasons why Jaemi doesn't have the nerves to lay her eyes on their individual existence and on the top of that, she doesn't have the spunk to fall in their trap.

She wouldn't dare too,though.

Diverting her attention away from them,she suddenly heard a sudden snort on her side."The outcast."

"Dude, what's with the sudden stop beside the refugee?" Chanyeol's deep voice reached her ears, irking her to death but she chose to be emphatic and ignored their useless insults."As far as I remember, I just wished that I will never cast a glance on her again." Suho said and shrugged coolly.

'' Jaemi quietly muttered and draw some of her textbooks with a heavy thud. They're classmates, that could be one of  the hindrance against his wish. She regretted having that first encounter, and throughout these years of attending this school, she had never expected to encounter any of them , but if ever she whould, she expected more than this spitting insults emitted from their mouths.

Fortunately, the teacher slid the door open with an empty hand.'No class?' Jaemi thought, half of her was celebrating in delight yet the other one was disappointment.Free time was never been her thing in school.She doesn't have friends to hang out with.

Mr. Song, their homeroom teacher lifted up a sophisticated smile and eyed each of the st