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three

A week passes by. Then another one. They still won't leave me alone. I'm starting to think they never will.

But at least Jeno's there. He's with me a lot, ignoring his friends and their attempts to get him away from me. Sometimes all I want is for him to follow them and leave me alone, but in the end I'm thankful he's still with me. He's the first person in years I can trust again, though I'm scared this might change soon. It just can't be that someone has liked me this long, it's never been this way and I don't think it's ever going to happen.

No matter what, I'm happy when he's around. He jokes a lot, and even if it's barely funny most of the time, he makes me laugh again. And he watches out for me. Nothing happens except for the usual stares, and I decide to just try to ignore them. I can't stop them, so I'll just deal with them.

It's a Tuesday when it happens. I'm on my way home, and an hour earlier, Mrs Kim announced that she wants us, as a class, to act the piece she's going to choose. The creators will build a team around them and the other ones will build teams by drawing lots. I don't want our piece to be chosen nor to team up with anyone except Jeno. But being the creator is the only way to do that since he'll be chosen by everyone and I won't. Just the thought of being around jealous girls without him makes my heart beat faster in fear. I'll just play sick, I guess. Wouldn't be the first time.

"Jaemin." What?!

"Jaemin, wait!" No. I won't wait for anyone. Especially not for members of Jeno's fan club. Leave me alone. Please.

"Gotcha." One of them grabs my arm and pulls me violently back to the others.

"What do you want?" Please just leave me alone.

"We just want to talk." Fuck. No. Please.

"What?"

"About you. And Jeno. You know." No no no no no. Please don't.

"Don't you think you've been around him long enough?"

"He doesn't even look at us anymore when he's with you. Doesn't bother to look at anyone except you. What've you done to our prince?"

"Wha-"

"Did you put a spell on him? Did you promise him something if he hangs out with you for a while? Pretending to be your friend so everyone would think he liked you? Nobody does. Why would he? You're a nobody. A fucking nobody." Leave me alone. Please. Jeno.

"You think he's got something from Jeno?" No. Please.

"Check it." This can't be real. It can't. I'm imagining things. No.

I don't even know their names. And now I'm watching two of them nearly ripping my books while the other two hold me in place. Jeno, please.

"Nothing." They pout, as if they would've done some harmless searching. My stuff is everywhere but not where it belongs, scattered on the street.

One of them, a girl, approaches me and grabs my chin harshly. Her nails leave marks on my cheeks.

"Don't you dare speak to him ever again. We're watching you. Every second." She lets go of me, and so do the two holding me.

"Let's get out of here, before he starts crying," the only boy says, and they start laughing.

Jeno.

I can't even think straight while calling him. Jeno, please.

"Jaemin! What's so urgent, you can't even be home yet."

"Help me-" I break down in tears, collapsing on the stone path. "Please. Help me."

"Where are you, Nana?" He sounds worried immediately.