As a ballet dancer, you surrounded yourself with only the classiest people in your school, including some of your fellow ballet classmates. Being popular was great, it made your parents happy and that was all that mattered to you. Being liked by people was what made you feel good, fake or not, being admired brought you to a peace.

Hwang Hyunjin, you knew him as that one kid that gets in your way each time you wanted to go anywhere out of class, that stupid skater boy. It would be a lie if he said he wasn't interested in you. He's very obviously expressed the fact that he thinks you're a huge snob, but he knew that beneath those judgemental glares and displeased frowns was a sweet person that could care for people. And as much as he tried to not bump into you as often, those cutesy outfits and feisty outbursts didn't help.

Recently, to Hyunjins displeasure, a crush has been forming towards the ballet dancer in his heart as much as he'd hate to admit. Just a small, teasing interest, as he liked to explain to his friends before they'd point out how utterly whipped he's been for the elegant dancer.

I mean, its not like he has a chance. A perfect and poised dancer with a rugged skater that always got in their way? Sounds like the start of a joke. But he just couldn't help himself.

The final bell rung as a stampede of teens ran out the exit of the school. It was Friday, finally, which meant ballet practice at 5 and two days to rest before the week starts again. Walking out of the front door, head high, you stop abruptly as you see that skater boy with the shaggy hair do a kick flip in your way. He turns, feeling your judgemental gaze burning into his back. "Ah, look who is. How are ya pretty thing? Oh, sorry am I in your way?" He grins "See you later." You grumble, pushing past him. But on your way to ballet practice, you start to hear the familiar sound of small wheels rolling against the concrete behind you. Is he following you now?