From a butterfly to a butterfly, it was somehow hard to believe that two kids could be so love foolish. Falling in love at first sight, maybe love wasn't as dreamy as it seemed. After all, with the crap they've been through, the two ex-lovers will a...
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"YOU'RE GROWING UP."
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JUNE 10, 2014 — 8:11 AM
Beomgyu hasn't talked to me the whole weekend. Even the others haven't talked to him—almost as if he had cut us all off. Bitch. Kidding, kidding! Not really.
So, when I saw him in homeroom, I didn't say anything to him—not only because of his words on Friday but also because my back still hurt. The nurse at the infirmary said I didn't break anything, but I had a big bruise and that it would hurt for a few days. I had to make sure mom never found out, or else she'd beat my ass.
Taehyun passed by, brushing his fingers against my shoulder—before he twisted wisps of my hair back. I looked up at him, raising an eyebrow—but he doesn't say anything, and instead, he simply smirked. I knew what that meant. My eyes instantly flew to Beomgyu, who seemed to be watching the whole thing. Ah, so he was trying to get Beomgyu's attention. Funny.
However, class started nevertheless, with Ms. Kang slamming her ruler against the podium. We all sat up, listening in. "As you know, Friday was the freshmen awards—and with the categories of best cake, best set-up, best teamwork, best classroom, and best teacher..."
She trailed off, leaving us anticipating her words. Even with the usual straight face that usually played on her lips, she had suddenly grinned. "We won the best teamwork... and best cake. Congrats, guys!"
"WOO!" We all celebrated, me immediately swinging up as I hugged Yena behind me. "WE DID IT!"
"Hey, sit down, you'll hurt yourself!" Yena laughed at me, making me immediately shake my head. "I don't want to break your back, Yihwa!"
"I'll be fine, it's not a big deal," I squeaked, clapping my hands together. "I'm so glad we won the best cake—and got to eat it. It was surprisingly better than I had previously thought it would be."
"Of course it was," Taehyun slid in, shoving his hands in his sweatpants pocket as he sat on my desk. "You helped us make the cake and perfect it—I bet we wouldn't have won if I misspelled 'happy.'"
