Him.

something

I don't know Leila very well, just that she knows everyone.

Literally everyone. She dresses in her own Jojo-Siwa-Mean-Girl mix, but she gets along with pretty much everyone.

Yet, she doesn't reveal much about herself.

I plan to find her at lunch and continue on with my day, flying through my classes.

Soon, Lunch comes by and I find myself stumbling over Nike Air Forces and checkered Vans as I elbow my way to my seat.

Rei is waiting for me, across from Soorin. I quickly tell her about my search for JS.

Rei doesn't seem very interested, as she smirks and calls me a simp.

Soorin, on the other hand, next to Daren, nods in agreement and agrees to come with me to find Leila.

Being tall, Soorin gets up on her chair and scans the tables, looking for Leila.

The students barely notice her.

It takes her a while, and while Darek stifles laughter at her position, I stuff mashed potatoes into my mouth - enjoying one of the few good foods that the school serves.

I'm in the middle of adding dressing to my salad when Soorin makes a gasp of surprise, almost giving me a heart attack.

"Ooh! I found her!"

I stare in the direction she's looking at, but I don't see any pink hair - Leila's usual look.

"Where?" I ask, squinting.

She sighs and rolls her eyes, grabbing my hand and dragging me with her. "Ugh. I'll just take you to her."

A few elbows later, I see her. She has cotton candy blue hair now, and her cherry red lipstick and minty eyeshadow gives her a y2k-type aesthetic.

She's talking to a boy beside her, so it takes a few taps to get her attention.

Eventually, Leila turns around, brightening as she sees me and Soorin.

"Oh! Hi, Soorin! And hi-"

Leila looks me up and down, narrowing her eyes as she tries to figure out who I am.

I'm about to tell her when she says, "Ah, I got it. Hi, Eunbi! What do you need?"

Leila looks me in the eyes, and I back away nervously, flushed as I say, "Well, I'm trying to find a certain boy. He has pretty platinum blonde hair and dark brown eyes. His initials are JS, and he has several rings on his right hand.

Leila raises her eyebrows high, and taps her chin in thought.

"Is he that guy?"

I spin to see that she's pointing at my seat, and I'm about to tell her that the boy she's looking at is Darek when I see what she's really looking at.

In the seat to the left of mine, JS sits - cross-legged and bent over his phone.