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Sixteen

"Luna? You should be careful." I said as I frantically locked the door.

Her hands immediately snaked around my neck as her lips touched mine. "You were the one who said you wanted to go to the court again."

"Yeah, but we will get caught here." I brushed back her hair with a stiff hand.

"Fine, you choose where you want to do it." She pushed me against the door.

"I'll come to your house after school." I said. "Seven sounds good to you?"

She found that proposition a pleasant surprise. "Okay, fine. Same place, same time. I'll bring the keys." She walked out with a wide smile.

Amber was definitely sensing the turmoil inside me when I returned to the classroom. Her careful glances were comforting yet scary. I didn't want her to know what was happening.

The meeting in the conference hall after school took my mind away from the mess I was creating in my life.

A voting session ended with my idea winning the polls by a small margin. I am sure my face was positively glowing when I looked around the room.

The team tossed about a few different ideas but we kept coming back to the a particular idea proposed by Amber.

"The protagonist is a high school student writing a story for a competition." Her eyes kept returning to me as I smirked. "We can show her build the characters based on the people around her as she analyses her life through it's escapism."

"We can even show multiple characters based on the different sides of the same person." Sulli added on.

"Wow! That's an amazing idea." Amber encouraged her and continued. "We can build a simple crisis in her life. Something like her gaining confidence in the beastly high school environment." She build the idea further.

The discussion snow balled through the whole session and we jotted down various versions of the story we were aiming for.

"This was a really productive session." Sulli exclaimed. "Thank you everyone for your contributions! We will narrow down the outline tomorrow and maybe even get started on the first draft."

The students dispersed and I tried to get away without getting any attention.

"Y/N, wait." Amber walked up to me and took my hand. She led me away from the group. "I know this isn't my place to say, but stop giving yourself unnecessary stress, okay?" She patted my shoulder.

"What do you mean? I am doing fine." I scoffed.

"Really? This whole poster thing isn't fooling me." She whisper shouted. "Get away from Lu ... whatever is stressing you out. You have a golden opportunity in front of you, don't let anything ruin this for you."

"How, how are ... how do you do this?" I said in disbelief. "Are you spying on me or something?"

"No. No, I am not a stalker." She threw up her hands. "Just listen to me, okay?"

"I am sorry. I have somewhere to be." I pushed her away and walked off.

Her ability to know everything was starting to scare me. It's starting to mess with my head. And she almost said Luna. What did she know? How much of it did she know?

What did she think of me? I felt like a prostitute doing this but it was currently my only way to get on the court. I hope she wasn't disgusted by me.

"You're deep in thought." Luna commented as I changed into my training clothes.

"Sorry." I tightened my ponytail and started stretching. "Can we ... uhm... do it in the room behind the auditorium after this? I don't think I'll be able to come to your house today."

She pouted as she jogged past me still in her training clothes after practice. I ran with her. "Okay. But I was looking forward having you over. Maybe next time?" She stopped at the storage locker to take out the volleyball.

Next time. Did I want a next time? My eyes were fixed on the court. I need this again. I wanted to play again.

The hour rushed by as I lost myself on the court. I needed the next time. I was doing this for the court. It was just for the court.

I waited in the dingy room alone as Luna went to return the keys. I sighed and stared into the dark corner.

The door opened and Luna walked in. We were locked away and safe from the outside world. Her body felt perfect in my hands. Why did it feel right? Why did it feel good?

I was doing this for the court. Wasn't I?

Hugs and kisses from Cheonsa.