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ten

Mia's POV

Since the party, my new year has been pretty interesting. I've talked to Hansol a lot more, even though I'm not sure why he has a sudden interest in me. But, school is going to start back up again tomorrow, so I have no idea what to do with him.

Reading a book, I roll over my bed to check the time. It was midday and I haven't eaten anything at all. But I'm really lacking money, worse now more than ever, so I just keep reading to distract my hunger. After around 3 hours, I started to doze off.

Soon, though, that was interrupted by a boy with messy hair I made out to be Hansol.

"Wake the fuck up," he whisper-shouted.

"Whaaaat," I groaned.

"C'mon, we have today until school starts and S. Coups ditched me for Nicole!"

"Your point?"

"We have to go do something."

He pushed me off my bed and I landed with a thud. I decided to change into comfortable big sweats and a loose tee- shirt. I threw on a jacket and followed him out of my apartment and into his car. While he drove, I took a moment to admire his jawline and then started a conversation.

"So, what are we even doing?" I questioned.

"Hm," he stopped the car abruptly, "Good question. I don't know, I didn't think I'd get this far."

"You kidnapped me and don't even know where to go."

"You dressed super lazy, so no party," he started.

"No more parties," I whined.

"Okayy okaaaay, chill. We could just pick up a shit load of chicken wings and go to my place."

"Hell yeah."

*****

After walking into his flat, I noticed it was nice but empty. I didn't bother asking because I was too wrapped up in eating my chicken wings Hansol happily purchased. We joked and made some talk.

"You know," I said in between chews, "I am so damn hungry, I haven't eaten in like two damn days."

"Yeah, same," he said jokingly.

"No joke though I didn't eat anything in two days."

The conversation turned completely.

"Why?" he said concerned.

"I just didn't have the money for it, I guess," I said truthfully. He just exchanged a sympathetic look that pissed me off.

"Stop," I muttered.

"Stop what?"

"Stop with the looks, Hansol!"

"Okay, alright, okay."

"Thank you," I huffed.

"You know, we've been friends for quite a while now, and I barely know anything about you."

"Yeah, I guess. But opening up is so weird."

"True," he paused, "Oooh, let's play 20 questions!"

I sighed, "Sure why not."

"Okay, I'll go first. Favorite color?" he started.

"Brick red."

"That's so speci-- okay whatever. Favorite food?"

"Kiwis."

"Least favorite subject in school?"

"Gym."