I looked at the boy who was sitting on the desk beside me - chatting to his friends who were surrounding him. He was quite tall and slender - with milky pale skin and sleepy eyes, a high nose and a thin mouth which was slightly pink. 

Must be popular... I thought. How can someone as good-looking as him not be popular?

I saw a very pretty girl walk up to him shyly, and mumble something too low for me to hear. His friends grinned before leaving him and the girl "alone". I saw a blush creep up to her cheeks. She handed him what looked like a box. He didn't accept it. He looked fairly bored, and rolled his eyes.

"No, thank you." he said coldly, and glared at her, making the poor girl's body shake slightly. 

"But...but Seh-" she whispered. Her voice shook. 

He rolled his eyes again before cutting her off. "What makes you different than everyone else? You love me? You don't even know me." he said emotionlessly.

Wow. I thought. This guy is harsh. He shouldn't treat the girl this way. After all, she was just confessing to him with all her heart. 

"Sehun oppa." she whispered. 

So the guy's name was Sehun. I thought to myself. 

I saw him close his eyes, and run his fingers through his light-brown bangs. He motioned his hand for the girl to leave. He then sighed, and opened his eyes slowly. He turned his head and looked directly at me. 

I didn't realize that I had my torso turned in his direction, and had been staring at their scene this whole time. I felt my cheeks heat up in embarressment. 

"What are you looking at?" he asked coldly. The coldness of his voice sent frightful shivers down my back. I felt like I was in the north pole. 

"Nothing." I murmured, and slowly turned back to face the board.