Helping Her Get Him

chapter:2

"I like someone who looks good in jeans."
"So, your ideal type is someone with a good figure?"
"Well... not exactly, she should just look good in jeans. I mean yeah, a good figure is more than welcome."
"Aaiisshh! That means you prefer someone with a figure. You are so confused." He smiled in embaressment.
"Here.. ladies and gentlemen! We have Byun Baekhyun's ideal type. All you girls better join a gym if you want this piece of meat!" The m.c snarled while the other members laughed. Baekhyun on the other hand was laughing with his hand on his face.

"Yaahh! What are you doing?" B shouted. B ( standing for bestie) is one of my closest friend besides the boys. Actually she is my only friend besides the boys if we count her sitting next to me in the cafeteria during lunch without speaking a word as friendship. Since the Chanyeol decided to skip high school and become an idol, school became lonely. B was a freshman and a bullied case because of her thick glasses and obsession with books. We didnt talk much but then one day while in the cafetaria, she happened to sit next to me. The only person who actually sits next to me.
Nobody wants to sit with me cause of my geek granma look and I hardly cared. I had my best friend with me outside school who didnt judge me. Then he introduces me to one less than a dozen gorgeous boys as friends. Soon we were best of friends. Some left but those who stayed were my only reason of survival.

"This cannot be happening!" I screamed. People in the cafetaria went silent at my scream. I sat back down giving them an aplologetic smile.
"There was no need to spit out your food on me." She complained.
"I am sorry. Here take a tissue." I handed her my bag and went to the school front. I cannot believe it.
The love of my life just said that his ideal type is the one with a good figure. What am I going to do? Once again I have no chance with Baekhyun! Why is everything so complicated with me?

Thats it! I have to be a girl now. My heart aches to be with him. I cannot just let him go out of my hands for my own ego! Byun Baekhyun, you wait and see what I become and then lets see how you dont approach me yourself.

"Woah! Woman! Look where you are walking!" Someone snarked as I bumped into him.
"Sorry." I apologised. Baekhyun is one guy that makes me blind. Why does this crush have to hurt so much? Why?
"Its fine. You seem messed up. Are you alright ?" He asked.
"Who are you?" I asked. I already have my life to deal with and dealing with some random guy is not what i want to do right now.
"Ummm... I am the new guy. Hanual Jae. We are in the same class." He answered. Like I am bothered.
"Oh ...hi Hanuel Jae. Nice meeting you. Why not you just forget ever meeting me and go join the popular table over there. Nobody talks to me anyways." I snarked. Just look at him. He is gorgeous. Tall and fair and dirty blonde hair and eyes nothing less than heavenly brown. He could be one of the new trainees at SM if he wanted or maybe a model. You never know, he might be.
"What. Wait! Atleast let me apologise." He asked. Yeah right so that you can fake it and mock me like all other people in this school do when they bump into me.

Ignored.

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I locked myself up in my room. The lights were off as I layed on the ground procastinating my not so happening life. I just met my neighbour aunt, Chanyeol's mother who told me that my family moved. Imagine that, my family didnt even tell me that they are moving! What kind of a family is this? Not that it would matter. I only go there once the lights are out and leave before anyone wakes up. I tried staying home somedays and arriving early but it was no use. My parents were always fighting and my little brother was sent off to a boarding school only to return for a month in summer.

My house was basically empty except for one mattress they left for me and a shampoo bottle and a few coins. On the mattress was a small note.

If you happen to return home and find it.
Dearest daughter,
When your grandfather bought this villa of a house, we were economically well off. Then in one investment we lost everything but this house. Your father and I are going seperate ways and leaving you and your brother this house. We have sold the furniture and the interiors to pay for his fees for this year.
We might return someday my love but not together. Your father and I are going somehwere far off. Dont come after us. You have been troubled enough. Take care.