If one were to ask another how they would describe Shin Hwa School, they would reply that it was full of snooty rich kids. Everywhere one looked, he or she would see Coach, Gucci, Chanel, Prada, and more. But today, student threw away their facades and acted like normal teenagers... almost. Today, on October twenty-fifth, every student came to school early. The rumor mill had been stirring. Everyone waited, talking and whispering in excitement.

"Did you hear? Kiss Kiss is coming to our school!"

"What? You can't be serious!"

A car suddenly pulled up to the sidewalk, causing everyone to freeze. Students held their breaths as they waited to see who would come out of the car. The backdoor of the sleek black car opened. A white sneaker popped out followed by a head adorned with a dark blue bob.

"Mizu!"

"Oh my god! It's her!"

As Mizu zipped her jacket up and pulled her backpack on, another person started exiting the car. Black flats and jeggings followed with a purple haired girl.

"It's Sweetie!"

"Is this really happening? Somebody pinch me!"

The two girls smiled at each other and waited for their friend to come out of the car. As Sweetie reached inside the car for her panda backpack, she said, "Come on, Hellchan. It's not that bad." Sweetie shut the backdoor and stood next to Mizu.

When the passenger door opened, a hush fell over the crowd. People waited in anticipation to see if the lead singer of Kiss Kiss would come out. When the person finally came out, nearly everyone lost it. Screams from fangirls and fanboys alike grew in volume.

Even though Hellchan should be used to all the screaming fans, she still felt as uncomfortable as she did at the photo shoot for the band's debut. She took a few steps in her favorite shoes; her black, buckled boots gave her some comfort. Throwing her backpack over her shoulder, she glanced back and nodded at Mizu and Sweetie. The trio walked toward the school, and while Mizu and Sweetie were smiling and waving at some of the students who had gathered, Hellchan focused on keeping her emotions in check. Being nervous was not part of her character.

Students tried to get her attention, but no matter how hard they tried, she simply ignored them. She didn't want to have to deal with crazed fans. At least, not now. Hellchan beelined right to the school's office, making sure her two bandmates were still behind her.

#

"So the students can concentrate on their work, we have decided to give you three your own personal classroom. This setup will also be to your benefit. Nobody will come up to you in the middle of class and try to converse with you while you're trying to learn."

"Thank you, ma'am," Mizu said, "but would we still be able to have lockers? Maybe for a day or so? I think I can speak on behalf of the group when I say that we have wanted to have our own locker in high school."

"I don't see why not, miss. Usually you can keep your things in the classroom since it will be locked when it's not occupied, but I could give you locker assignments if you would like."

"That would be great! Thank you so much."

"You're welcome. Here is your classroom number and I'll be right back with your locker assignments."

When the receptionist left, Hellchan said, "Lockers?"

"It's not going to be horrible. We have a slight difference in schedules from the rest of the school, remember? When we go to our lockers, there won't be anyone in the halls," Mizu said, trying to comfort her friend.

Hellchan closed her eyes and nodded.

"Don't worry about it and just have fun!" Sweetie swung an arm around Hellchan's shoulders, which was a little difficult because of her petiteness. "At least we get to learn something, right?"

Hellchan smiled. "I guess so." As she peeked out the door's window, she said, "I think I'm going to explore for a while. I'll be back in time for studies, so don't worry." Leaving Mizu and Sweetie in the office, she walked through the halls. Something caught her nose after walking around for seven minutes. What is that smell? The smell made her mouth water, so she followed it around the corner and into the cafeteria. Her eyes widened at the sight. Breakfast pastries lined up on a table, beckoning her to come closer. Hellchan took a step forward when her stomach growled, but quickly took the step back, shaking her head before walking outside.

Pulling a cupcake out of her lunchbox, Hellchan thought of her brother. "It's never too early to have sweets." Smiling, she started peeling the wrapper, tripping suddenly from her lack of attention to where she was walking. She pushed herself up only to see her cupcake resting on someone's shoe... frosting first. She sighed and stood upright, glaring. "Well that was a waste of a delicious cupcake."

A clear of a throat brought her attention to the person in from of her. She started at him blankly. "I'm—"

"Clean it."

"Pardon?"

"Do I have to repeat myself?"

Hellchan scoffed. Who did this person think he was? The president? "No. I heard you loud and clear. The only problem is that I don't take direction from jerks so clean it yourself, buddy."

As she turned around to leave, the guy said, "Do you know who I am?"

Glancing over her shoulder, she gave him a look over. His black trench coat with a fur collar was freshly pressed, and not a single piece of his curly hair was out of place. Oh, god. Does he really think he's the president? Smirking, Hellchan said, "I'm glad I don't. Seems like you'd be a tough person to live with, let alone be friends with." After noticing the three boys standing behind said jerk, she quickly added, "No offense to you guys."

Two of them smiled at her and then at each other, exchanging a silent, "I like her." The third stood calmly in the background, gazing off toward the turning trees.

"By the way," Hellchan started, "I like to know the names of people who talk to me like this."

With a quick exhale through his nose, the jerk couldn't believe what he was hearing. There was no way she was royalty or anything, so why did it matter what he said? Rolling his eyes, the jerk said, "Why?"

"Oh? You didn't catch my comment earlier? Well then, let me repeat myself." Hellchan quickly cleared her throat and blatantly said, "You are a jerk, and since you are, I'd like to know your name for future reference. Savvy?"

The jerk glared at the red head standing in front of him. "Ever heard of the F4?"

"F4? No. Whatever that is, it sounds pretty stupid if you ask me." When Hellchan noticed the guy's gist tighten, she introduced herself. "Hellchan. But in your case, just call me Hell, since that's probably what you'll be living in."

#

Hellchan flitted into her classroom, Mizu and Sweetie immediately bombarding her with questions.

"Where were you? Do you know how worried we were? You said you'd be right back—"

Mizu cut Sweetie's rant short. "Better yet, what's with the smile on your face? You rarely smile so something good or horribly bad must have happened."

Hellchan waved a hand at the two of them. "No worries. I just made a new friend."

The two girls standing in front of their red-headed friend looked at each other in confusion. Slowly turning back to Hellchan, they asked, "A friend?"

"Yep! It's going to be a fun year."

The girls paled visibly. "You mean..."

"Of course that's what I mean. It's time to start planning!"

Sweetie looked at the lead singer, worry in her eyes. "But remember what happened last time we did this?"

"Don't worry about it. I won't go that far. Not yet, at least. He has to royally piss me off in order for me to lock him in the dumpster for an hour."

Lunch time rolled around and the band members of Kiss Kiss headed over to the cafeteria. As they sat down, a group of well primped girls walked to their table. Mizu spoke to them first. "Hi. How you three doing today?"

"We're doing well," the one in the middle said, while the other two nodded in agreement. "I'm Ginger."

The girl on Ginger's left spoke up, "I'm Miranda."

"And I'm Sunny," the girl with the lollipop said.

"And together, we are," they said while getting into a formation, "Jin-Sun-Mi!"

Mizu and Sweetie bowed their heads slightly. "It's nice to meet you."

"So..." Ginger said.

"We were wondering..." Miranda continued.

"Since you're new here and all..." Sunny said.

"If you've met the F4," all three blurted at the same time.

Hellchan glared at her food. That was the second time she has heard of it today.

Mizu replied with a simple, "No, we haven't."

The three girls looked like they were about to have a heart attack. They fanned their faces and Ginger's knees weakened. "We will do you a favor and introduce them to you. Come, follow us!"

The girls of Kiss Kiss looked at each other, shrugging their shoulders. It couldn't hurt, right?

#

"Jun Pyo Sunbae!"

Goo Jun Pyo reluctantly turned to face the source of the shrill voice. His friends, Yoon Ji Hoo, So Yi Jung, and Song Woo Bin, also stopped. "What?" Jun Pyo rudely asked. He didn't want to have to face these three today. If he's lucky, he can avoid them for most of the school day.

Lollipop girl pouted. "We heard that the new students haven't met the F4 yet, so we thought we'd introduce them to you."

Jun Pyo tsk'ed and was about to leave when a girl with black-streaked, red hair caught his eye. She was glaring out the window, obviously not wanting to be here. "Hey!" he said, trying to get her attention. When she didn't look at him, he racked his brain for her name. He had heard it somewhere.

"Hellchan. But in your case, just call me Hell, since that's probably what you'll be living in."

"Hellchan!"

Hellchan's golden eyes widened, snapping in Jun Pyo's direction. "You!"

The trio who had brought Kiss Kiss to meet the F4 stood at the sidelines, confused as to how Goo Jun Pyo Sunbae and Hellchan Sunbae knew each other.

"You still have to clean my shoe," Jun Pyo said.

Hellchan walked up to the jerk and spit at his feet. "Like I would do that."

Mizu and Sweetie now realized who Hellchan's new "friend' was. Mizu shook her head and Sweetie smiled as they watched the interaction between the two.

So Yi Jung couldn't help but notice Woo Bin's smile. As he followed his friend's line of sight, he nudged him slightly. Startled, Woo Bin looked at Yi Jung, smile gone, and said, "What?"

The school's Casanova just shook his head and said, "Nothing." He would tease him later.

Everybody came back to what was happening in front of them when a ya echoed throughout the foyer. The three F4 members, who stayed out of the argument, looked down to see their leader on the ground with a foot pressing on his chest.

Surprised, Sweetie called out to the angry, red-headed teen.

"Don't test my patience, Goo Jun Pyo," Hellchan told the jerk on the ground. She leaned toward his ear and whispered with a smile, "You don't want to get on my bad side."

Goo Jun Pyo pushed her off and stood up. After a little glaring contest, he exited the building along with the rest of the F4.

Still on the ground, Hellchan smiled up at her band mates. "Well that was fun, wasn't it?"

The two shook their heads at their so-called leader. As the three were about to leave, the trio who brought them here stopped them.

"That wasn't a good idea, Hellchan Sunbae."

Hellchan shrugged in response.

"Who knows what'll happen next. I guess we'll find out tomorrow, huh?"

The trio giggled as they left. Hellchan furrowed her eyebrows at what that could mean, but brushed it off and continued outside. "I know it's only lunch," she said, "but I think I'm going to go home now."

Sweetie reached out as Hellchan started walking away and was about to call her name when Mizu stopped her. "Don't, Sweetie. Just let her be."

Sweetie's arm dropped to her side as the two watched their friend exit the school.

#

Hellchan paced around her bedroom. What to do, what to do? She paused briefly as she thought about what that girl said.

"That wasn't a good idea, Hellchan Sunbae."

Frustrated, Hellchan pounded her fist on her desk. With that force, a file fell of and the contents spread across the floor. Sighing, she leaned down to pick it up. As she sorted through the papers, she realized she didn't recognize them. Glancing at the folder, she realized why. It was from her doctor. With another sigh, the teenager reluctantly read the documents. As her eyes widened, her free hand reached for her throat. She fell into a sitting position after dropping the papers, feeling the entire world stop.