sighing, you left your third period class for lunch. you had some friends in this class, but they couldn't really be considered...friends. more like people you knew wouldn't bite your head off if you talked to them. you waited for them to pack up so you could leave with them. they talked casually amongst themselves as they did, and you were standing there, frozen, like an alien. you felt something awful settle into your chest, and when the group walked out, you followed them like a shadow. once you got to the cafeteria, you stood behind the group in the lunch line as more and more people came over to talk to the people you considered friends, but they never once even spared you so much as a glance. the horrible feeling got worse and worse until you really couldn't handle it, and you turned around and hurried out of the cafeteria. subconsciously, your legs carried you up to the second floor. you had a boyfriend named minho two years above you, and your heart instinctively turned to him for comfort.