You were the pretty girl of Hyosan High School. You climbed the ranks of the school fast with just your looks, and then your personality put you at the top of the food chain. You had all the boys trying to take you out or get in your pants. You had a pretty face, pretty body, and pretty hair. You had girls praying to look like you, and boys praying for you to look at them.

And then there was Gyeong-su, the average student, but a little more silly. He was short, 5’7, had dark brown hair with bangs, a snaggletooth, he was constantly joking around, and wasn’t the typical bad boy jock you’d expect the pretty girl to be with.

But somehow, you found yourself liking him. Him, out of every boy in the school, was the one you found yourself getting butterflies from when he’d look your way, even though he was just looking to see the clock behind you.

You were sitting at lunch with your friends, “I’m too scared to ask him out.” You said. “Scared of what? Making him fall in love instantly?” Your friend reassured, the other one mumbling, “I would go for someone hotter with your looks..” You didn’t care. He was just your type.