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Loud shrieking screams echoed near the school entrance. Everything turned into chaos as a swarm of girls crowded around a shiny white Mercedes, whispering and rustling like millions of annoying wasps.

As every other morning, they were all waiting for a certain someone to show up. And soon enough, the crowd got what they wanted.

The car doors opened with a swift clean motion and a tall handsome guy stepped foot on the ground. His hazel brown hair shimmered in golden sunlight as he ran a hand through it to keep the hair strands out of his face. The guy was dressed in a white blouse which made him look innocent and pure, however his slim and at the same time firm figure held a slightly arrogant posture.

The guy skimmed through the crowd with no effort, knowing very well he'll be given a way. Judging from his nonchalant reaction to the swooning crowd of boys and girls, it seemed as if this wasn't an unusual matter.

As he reached the entrance, another guy jumped to his side.

"What's up my dude!" He shouted while grinning from ear to ear.

"What a show, as always!"

The tall guy just rolled his eyes and pushed the door. He could hear kids from the previous crowd following after them into a classroom.

The guy sat down and sighed as the other flopped next to him.

"Who took a shit on your mood today, huh?" The other asked, wrapping an arm around the brown haired one.

"Nothing, Sehun, just don't bother me. I'm tired," he answered and shook the other guy's arm off his shoulders.

The one named Sehun pouted.

"You don't look happy at all.. Did you and Tzuyu fight again?"

"No. But honestly, I don't know how long I'm gonna keep this thing going.." The other sighed again.

"But you two are like the power couple of this hell hole!"

The guy just rolled his eyes again and forced a smile.

At that moment their teacher walked in, carrying a thick stack of papers in her hands.

"Are we having a test today?" Whisper-shouted Sehun.

"Yes we are, mr. Oh. And put down your mobile phone or else - detention," said the teacher in a stern voice.

Not even fifteen minutes in and the brown haired boy had already finished the test. As he handed it to the teacher, the latter let out a small smile.

"Not expecting any less than a 100 from you, mr. Wen. Are you sure you've checked it thoroughly?"

"Yes, mrs. Han," the guy answered, boredom spilling out from his voice.

He knew he'll get a 100, at least 99 percent. There was no point in checking. He was a genius at math and the quiz was as hard as one for fifth graders.

The boy walked through cold empty corridors with a useless bathroom pass in hand, making his way to the rooftop. Something about that place always felt calming to him. Maybe because no one actually went there often and the boy could be alone for once.

A sigh escaped his lips, this time in content. The boy looked into the horizon, his eyes squinting due to strong sunlight.