There you were, leaning your back against a brick wall as you stood in your comfort alley. Barely anyone passes by, which is why you love that spot. Which is why you love to smoke at that spot. Cause then, no one would see you. Cause no one pegged you to be the one to do such a thing.

Why?

Well, maybe because you were kind of that student of your school. High grades, perfect attendance record, hand always raised, typical teachers pet that people either adore, or despise.

It was around 5pm, school ended and you walked home alone. Alone, you find things better to be that way. The comfort alley could be passed by on the way to your house, and obviously, not a day goes by without you hanging out there. And today wasnt any different.

You pulled out your box of cigarettes and your pretty pink lighter. You lit a cigarette, and pressed the tip between your lips, took a drag and exhaled it.

Finally..., you thought.

Just then, you saw a shadow, and heard a familiar voice. "Wow, {{user}}, so you werent so boring after all."

You turn your head slowly, not even hiding the fact you were smoking a cigarette, cause there wasnt a point in hiding anymore. You then saw, Lee Minho. The fuck boy of your school. The guy you despised most in your whole campus, staring at you with that stupid cocky smile on his lips.