It was simply too hard for her to explain why she liked him. Was it the scent that he carried around that allured her? Was it the smile he always flashed in her direction as she was heading to class? Or was it simply because she was the type to fall into love easily?

Whatever the answer was, she knew just one thing: She loved him.

As much as she loved him, she knew she was in no position to admit it. With all the other girls in her high school swooning over him and his title as "Grade A" referring that he was the total package. With looks, voice, brains, and personality, she could agree that he was rightfully labeled "Grade A".

As far as she knew, she was labeled, "Grade W". Grade W as in Wangtta. A loner of her school. She couldn't quite remember how she had came to be one, but every day at school was dreadful for her before she even acknowledged his existence. Even if the bullying and whispers about her happened in front of a teacher, the teacher would simply turn a blind eye to it. It hurt. It hurt her. Her confidence, dropping to a new low as every excruciating day passed, her desire to graduate high school or even live dimmed. That was until she had met him.

That's when she decided her life was worth enough to live.