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ALSO...this is my own work. My writing. My ideas. At first it may seem cliche for the storyline to be like it is now, but as a writer, I like to lead my readers into everything and BOOM SHAKALAKA. The and everything from there will be awesome, I promise. So don't change the channel, cause I'll be "write" back to "write" more chapters!

Baekhyun's POV:

It's the girl...from the cafe. And her name is Ailee. I was so jealous of D.O. and Lay who were sitting on her left and right. She did smile at me though before sitting down so now I've decided to make a mission.

MISSION: BE FRIENDS WITH PRETTY GIRL, BECUZ SHE'S PRETTY. AND LOOKS COOL.

I looked at Chen who was eyeing her as much as I was. Actually the whole class was. She was new and we were interested. These past couple of years in homeroom has been boring because we all know everyone and talk about useless stuff. However that will all change with the newbie around. I texted Chen to stop staring a hole into her face before she freaks out and punches him in the foot like D.O. does to anyone of us when he's mad. 

"I was actually having a staring contest and you made me lose cause I blinked to look at my phone!" he texted.

Instead of texting I replied back with a wtf face as he glanced over at me. Why the hell was he having a staring contest with her anyway...that's Chen for you.

"Ok, class! Settle down and stop staring at Ailee! You'll have enough time to stare later, but for now let's get started on talking about lesson plans." Mr. Yang said.

Groans and sighs filled the room as he approached the white board to write stupid things no one cared about. 

An hour and fifteen minutes later....

RINGA LINGA LING, RINGA LINGA LING, RINGA LINGA LING~

And that was the bell for this session to end. Actually, jk I wish it was Taeyang's song that cued the school bell though. I'd bust a move everytime...

Ailee's Pov:

I was at my locker in no time when the bell rang. I didn't know anybody, but I felt like everyone wanted to jump me by asking questions like if I knew Korean or not. I may have not looked awkward when sitting at my desk, but I sure as hell felt like it. A boy in one of the other rows mumbled to his friend asking if he thinks I can speak Korean. A girl whispering to her friends in the other rows saying she probably only speaks English. Well hate to break it to yuh, but I speak both and then some. This low-key operation of ACT LIKE YOU DON'T SPEAK KOREAN thing was getting fun. I was hearing all sorts of things between class and tried my best to laugh at the boys behind me cause they were saying things like,

"Chanyeol! Ask her where she's from."

"No, you do it Baek!"

"Yah Suho, I'll buy you lunch if you can ask her."

"Yahhh! I technically own the school which means I get free lunch you noob."

"Nice try Baek. Nice try."

"Shut up Yeol."

Atfter managing not to laugh for a few seconds, a guy who was sitting on my left in front of some guy named Kyungsoo started staring at me. At f