You dont have anything against Taekwoon you just hate his attitude, the fact that he's always wearing that leather jacket with his red rose colored hair always pushed back, you're annoyed with him because he so damn attractive. You try to ignore his whole existence and just wish he would go die in a hole somewhere. But you would be lying to yourself if you deny that you have feelings for him. 
You walk to your locker to get your Math book out but when you get there a note is taped to your locker it reads:
       "_____, come to the band room. -Leo"
   You look and the note and study it you squint in anger. You hate his nickname that the school gave him. 
"Leo is such a stupid ing name." You think to yourself; yet you feel your heart beat faster when you see his name. You ignore it, crumple the note and grab your book.
"There is no way I'm going to go meet that player." You shake your head, mumbling to yourself.
     As you shut your locker you feel his fiery gaze on you, watching you like you were his next meal. He’s on a lollipop leaning against his locker (which is down the hall from yours) but just close enough that he can keep his eye on you. 

You walk over to him and give him back the note and say "No." 
He looks at you with a smirk in disbelief. You look at the er in his mouth move, your heart starts to race. He takes the er out of his mouth, but you cut him off before he could say anything.
"Sorry." You w