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"No way, all of it?"
I backed away from the pile of papers Taeyong just stacked into my locker in horror, paling instantaneously.
"Please tell me you're kidding," i clapped my hands together, whirling on the boy with the most beseeching look i could master.
The blonde boy leaned back on his heels, raising his hands in a surrendering motion while biting back a smirk, "Oh no, but i'm serious."
For a complete second, we just stared at each other. Me in distaste, him in amusement. Oh how the tables have turned, i internally sighed.
Vehemently, i kicked my frail locker door, and the poor thing slammed shut with a resounding bang.
Taeyong cast a look around us warily before whistling lowly, a brow arched in visible impression, he whispered, "This has got to be the first time i see you actually acting like the heir you are."
I gave him a sour look, "Shut up."
Smugness grew across the stupid boy's face. He tucked his hands into his pockets and flashed a sunny grin. He was truly acting as if he knew something i didn't, huh. It was most probably true though, considering that i really only know about three things. I sincerely do hope that the Internet doesn't ever screw up and shut down, because I will most definitely not have a future anymore.
"Getting angry at me doesn't fix your disposition, honey," he told me pointedly, rearing my irritation further.
"Can i just call my Clan on the teachers?" i muttered under my breath, miserable. "I feel greatly wronged right now."
Taeyong snorted, "They're just doing their damn jobs, honey. You were out for nearly the whole school week, if you haven't noticed, life still went on since the world doesn't revolve around you."
I opened my mouth, then closed it again when i realized that he was absolutely right.
"Is Sicheng back in school?" I asked instead, returning to my original volume.
The boy next to me looked almost pained. "Soyeon," he begun in a low tone. "You read the report, didn't you? Do you not trust me?"
I was spared from a reply by a very breathless cry.
"Soyeon!"
A pink-faced Park Sana emerged from the adjoining hallway behind Taeyong, her forehead dotted in sweat. She was panting when she stopped in front of us, the urgent look in her eyes puzzling both me and Taeyong. "Do you have a moment? Can we talk?"
Taeyong stepped closer to me to give her more space- which she didn't seem to want, apparently.
