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CHAPTER 1 - TO MEET AGAIN

"Jiyung!" I heard my name above all the noise in the cafeteria, scanning the crowd I saw Jan Di as she jumped up and down frantically, waving her arms around. She had cut her hair since I last saw her. Rather than it being down to her waist, her hair was now in the style of a bob cut. The smile on her face had not changed at all in the years I had been away.

Without any hesitation at all, I ran across the room. Even with all the eyes on me, like darts being thrown at my face, I still continued to weave in between the tables. When I reached Jan Di, I felt a pair of arms wrap around my shoulders. We jumped up and down, and squeeled for the longest time ever. She squeezed my shoulders as hard as she could; I could feel the blood slowly drain out of them and into the rest of my body.

"Omo..." I finalled exclaimed after she had been squeezing me for I don't know how longer, "...Jan...Di. Your...squishing...me..."

After a couple more seconds of not being able to breath, Jan Di loosened her grip, but kept me in a very loose hug. "I'm so happy your finally here! Its been many years!"

I nodded my head, "6 years exactly."

"That long?" She released her grip around me and clapped her hands, "Wow...you've changed! You look so beautiful!"

Ever since I had last seen Jan Di, my hair, rather than cut, had grown so that it fell just above my waist. It was a dark brown colour, there was no dye, but it had evolved from that old pukey light brownish colour to this beautiful colour. I was proud of it, all those years of learning how to keep it and take care of it, all those hours finding and researching good products. And all those days making sure I was doing things properly. It is true when I state that I was not obsessed with my hair, but I had wanted so much for it to look proper. Over the years I found that my want to look proper expanded.

My finger nails were no longer bitten and short; rather they were long and very carefully manicured. They matched my toenails which were also very nicley manicured, the colour plastered on my nails was a crimson red. My school uniform was close to perfect after being ironed several times over the period of the last four days by the house maid.

Of course I smiled at her comment, "Me? Look at you!" I gestured towards her face, "Your glowing!"

She replied by turning, pretending to be a model on one of those fashion shows, and throwing me a radiant smile at the end, "Love it? Its the latest fashion!"

Latest fashion my butt. We laughed at the joke, starting to cut through the room and weaving in between the tables. "But how have you been?" Jan Di asked as we passed a group of glaring girls, "How was school oversea's?"

I shrugged my shoulders, there was really nothing to say, "Oh you know...nothing to big. School's oversea's aren't any different than the ones here..."

"You had the opportunity and that's all you can say?" She laughed.

"Very funny!" I smirked, "oversea's studying isn't as great as everyone says it is! In fact, its so boring! They work you so hard that by the end of it, you wish you were dead!"

"But it sounds so fun!"

"Well it isn't!" I laughed, playfully pushing against her arm, "What about you?"

She sighed as we neared a staircase, "Interesting."

I rolled my eyes, "And you accused me of being negative..."

Jan Di's eyes widened, "I'm not being negative!"

"Sure!"

We ascended up the staircase...or a staircase. I stopped half way up and looked at her for a moment, there were very few people up there...in fact there was hardly any. "Where are we going?"

"I eat up here with..." She looked over, making a face, "with these guys..."

In all honesty, the way she spoke and the way her face cringed up worried me a little bit. I had never seen her react like that unless her parents were trying to get her to do something she knew was wrong. I was trying my best to keep myself composed, because immediately I started to panic heavily...heavy enough for sweat to slowly start building up on my forehead.

But I followed her anyway, slowly but surely. When my foot hit the top of the staircase, I saw the people I assumed Jan Di had cringed at when talking about them. One had black hair, and he was cute...but the as I observed him one word popped up in my head; danger. The guy opposite of him had brown hair and he was slowly sipping his tea. The last guy had curly black hair and he was staring at the table with a bit of a sour look...it scared me.

When Jan Di and I had reached the top all eyes had gone on us, "YAH!" The curly haired male exclaimed, "WHY ARE YOU LATE!?

"Late?" She frowned, "I don't want to eat up here, so how can I be late?"

"YAH!"

The boy with the black, non curly hair smiled, "Whose your friend?"

All eyes, every male eye that was sitting at that table. was on me. The curly haired man frowned, "What a loser, you don't have any fancy jewellry."

Oh, so he was one of those? I frowned, "I'm Yeong Jiyung."

And then I heard gasps, loud gasps. The man with the black hair looked at me, "T-the Yeong Jiyung? The world famous pianist?"

I nodded my head, "Yup."

He smiled, "I'm So Yi-Jung." Yi Jung got up and extended his hand with a small, attractive smile. I looked at it, not bothering to take his hand which he offered as a gesture of friendship. Earlier that day when I contacted Jan Di before leaving the family home, she had quickly told me about these "guys" she hung out with.

According to what she had said, Yi Jung was a player...and a sneaky one at that. And since I wasn't wanting my heart to go through another break...but at the same time I felt bad; he was trying to be nice. After thinking about it for a few minutes, I took his hand and we shook.

The next guy, the one with brown hair smiled, "I'm Song Woo-Bin." He didn't get up like Yi Jung did, but kept the smile on his face.

Jan Di glared at the last individual, who just stared at me with a glare on his face, "Aren't you going to introduce yourself?"

"I don't want to. I don't see what's so special about her."

"Goo Jun-pyo." Jan Di said, looked at me, "He's a really annoying bum with no manners. He can't even speak-"

Jun-pyo got up, "YAH!"

"What? Something wrong with I said."

"There certainly is..."

I looked over at Yi Jung, a smile was plastered on his face as he looked back and forth between the two who started bickering, Actually, it seemed more like they were arguing in a flirty way...Yi Jung gestured towards an empty seat beside him, "This is normal."

"No kidding." I replied as the two started arguing.

He smiled, "So what brings you to ShinWa?"

"I was abroad for a while. Just returned. Mum and Dad wanted me to come back to this school." I kept it short and sweet, trying to keep myself from getting caught in his trap.

Yi Jung nodded, "Come back?"

Crap. Here we go again with the background check...I shook my head, I shouldn't have mentioned that, "Uh...I use to attend here when I was little, but that was before I went abroad."

"Really?" He frowned, "I don't remember you..."

"It was a long time ago...and people use to call my Aria."

He shot back in his seat, "Wait, your-"

But before he could continue, another set of footsteps ascended up the stairs and stopped behind me. "Oh..Ji Hoo." Woo Bin exclaimed jumping up from his spot, "Jan Di was introducing us to her friend."

"Friend?"

I turned around. "Ji...Hoo?"

His eyes widened a little, but a smile...broad...strong...and beautiful, "Long time no see..."