I stare at my reflection in the giant bathroom mirror, my lifeless face being caked with makeup and hair being curled into loose waves. "Ohhh, I'm so excited!! Your first day of school!!" My mom yells, as she walks into the now crowded bathroom. The hairstylist accidentally touches my ear with the curling iron and I flinch, instantly earning the stylist a glare from my mother. My eyelashes are coated with mascara while my mom drinks another one of her diet smoothies, urging me to drink one too. I sigh, after my giant tantrum on Friday everything had returned to normal, well somewhat. Sehun hadn't spoken a word to me or my mother, and i had been registered in Gangnam high school as of yesterday. No questions asked, no discussion, nothing. I pout my lips as the artist swipes a dusty rose color on them, i had been up since 5 am just to get ready for this "special" day. As I rest my head on my palm, I couldn't help but let my mind wander to the apparent good guys in the world, where were the bangtan boys when you needed them most? I roll my eyes, 'they're gangsters EunBi, good or bad they're still gangsters and you have no business with them.' I remind myself, they're just like Sehun. As the stylists leave and my mom clears out after a very depressing pep talk, I take off the silky flower patterned pink robe that had been clinging to my bare body and slip on my new uniform. Walking out I grab the new satchel bag that a maid had picked out for me, and slip on white adidas shoes. Hopping downstairs, I brush past Sehun and stare into his eyes, does he see how hurt I am? Does he know what he's done to me? "EunBi, get a ride from Sehun or take one of the limos!" Mom yells, making me break my concentration on Sehun. "I'm going to take the bus." I utter, making Sehun burst into a laugh. "There's no bus here, stupid. Just take a damn limo and shut your mom up." He chuckles venomously and walks out of the house, taking it as a clue of "don't speak to me at school, just pretend you don't know me" and I silently agree. Throwing my itchy hair over my shoulder, I meet one of the limo drivers outside and slide into the uncomfortable ride. As the driver glances at me in his rear view mirror, he turns on the engine and head out the gates. My hands tremble and the nervousness settles in. "EunBi-" I say, talking to myself and startling the driver. "The bangtan boys aren't going to come for you, you have to save yourself." I utter, telling myself they were never the good guys. "Ma'am we're here." The driver keeps his head straight, I nod in response and reluctantly open the door. The school was bigger than I ever imagined, I knew it was a rich school but the granite walls and perfectly kept garden that went on for miles made it apparent. Taking in a deep breath, I walk to the front doors. Instantly drawing attention, my Gucci backpack pounds against my back. I throw my game face on as I come to a revelation. Sehun wants to play games? I'm goi