You woke up, got ready for the day and walked to school.

First period was history class, which wasn't really too bad. You've only had about three classes so far, and you just went through the past of the United States, which, you already kinda knew from the classes from WICKED. Every subject was just a breeze to you, since you already mostly learned everything when you were younger. The high school was small with only about 600 students attending, and you found that most of them were ignorant, rich kids that were forced to go by their parents. Others were just average kids that just came to school to learn, while some were orphans that lost their family from the flare.

You entered your class and took a seat at a desk at the front right by the window. You peered outside while waiting for the period to officially begin. Your teacher announced something about a schedule swap for some students, which meant that a couple of new people would join your class while some of your classmates had to go to another.

There was a minute left until Period One started. You saw from the corner of your eye the new students that were transferred into your class sitting down at the empty desks. You heard someone sit right behind you too.

The teacher explained the assignment for that day was to search up online to gather information, since it was just an easy day for the new transferred students. Before the assignment was given to you, she started talking about WICKED. It surprised you, since it was a topic for history class-it made perfect sense though, since they did find the cure for a disastrous disease and saved humanity. It was a huge thing, actually. You wondered if she was going to mention of the kids and that Trials-if your teacher even knew everything that happened. She did, but only to a small extent. Some of the kids questioned the kids that went through the Trials, and it seemed they didn't believe it at all, asking in a mockingly way. It angered you-it wanted to make you tell them everything that happened-all the deaths and the pain you watched your friends go through with all their memories erased, while all those kids just had the money to protect themselves. You could feel your blood burn with anger, but you held your tongue down, taking a deep breath.

Your teacher said it was a partner assignment, and that the partners would be made by every person in the odd row with the person behind them. You were then dismissed into the computer lab.

Sitting up straight, you exhaled through your nose as it was time to partner up with someone else, and you hoped that your partner wasn't a rich snob.

"Hey," you said before even looking at your partner.

"Hey," a guy's voice replied back. He then got up and started heading out the door.

Minho?!

"Are you coming or not? Slow poke," he shot at you an impatient look, and you rose from your seat.

"Yeah," you said, following his lead. "Of all people…" you mumbled quietly to yourself while staring at his back. You weren't quite sure if you should have been happy, or confused, or just whatever. You thought that he was mad at you, because-of course-you had implemented the flare!-On one of his closest friends.

He turned to see if you were following, and then turned back to face the front, walking cooly. There was a weird silence between you two, and neither of you did anything about it.

You came into the computer lab and followed him to one of the computers, sitting down beside him. You placed the assignment questions in between you two, while Minho logged into the computer. You were surprised that he was using modern technology as if he always used it his whole entire life, typing at pretty fast speed. Just looking at him-everything was so different as if he wasn't the person you once knew, and the person that went through the Trials. But you knew the emotions were still there. He must have felt bitter towards you.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" He asked, not even bothering to look at you while he typed.

You briefly looked away for a second, feeling a little unsettled. "Just-no reason, really."

"Aight," he replied, continuing typing.

For the next forty minutes, you read out the questions while he searched it up, and then you jotted down the notes on a piece of paper. He talked to you in a monotone voice, which made you feel annoyed. You didn't like being treated that way, even though you knew why he was acting that way. Things seemed they weren't working out between you two.

You sighed. "I'm going to get a drink," you told him, and went off.

You slowly walked down the hall to the nearest water fountain, wanting to waste as much time as possible so that next period would start. You noticed a couple of your history classmates with their friends, talking nearby the fountain.

You bent down and started drinking water. You weren't really all that thirsty because the only reason you went to get a drink was because you were bored.

"History is so stupid, like, I rather do boring math," one of the girls said.

"Yeah," another voice said.

"Hey, do you guys wanna ditch and hang at the pizza shop across the street?" A guy's voice asked.

"Hmm," two people said simultaneously, eyeing you from the side, obvious that they thought you would tell on them. The boy who suggested the idea stared at you, and then you stopped drinking, wiped the water from your mouth with a hand, and then stared back at him.

"Hey," he said out of the blue.

"Hey," you replied tonelessly.

"Are you gonna tell?" One of the girls asked.

You shook your head. You really didn't care what they did. It kind of made you mad that they were taking their education for granted.

"Kay."

The group went back to their private conversation and you slipped away back to class.

"What took you so long?" Minho asked with a glare as you sat down beside him.

"I wasn't gone for that long. Some people just started talking to me."

He looked at you sideways, then clicked his tongue. "Not an excuse."

"You're right, it's not, but whatever," you said throwing your hands up in the air. Was he mad just because of that?

You looked at all the finished questions from the sheet. You only had about half a quarter left to go. You looked at Minho, watching how his eyes fell from the screen to the paper, and sometimes to the keyboard because he didn't know where some keys were.

"Hey, I wanna type now. You read," you told him.

"We're almost done."

"I know. And I wanna type for once. It's kinda boring just reading questions and writing notes.."

"Gee, does that really matter, though?" He looked at you.

You nodded. "Mhm, and, we can finish quicker cuz I'm a better type than you are," you joked-but it was true though. You stood up and waited for him to move. It seemed he blanked out for a second, but then he silently stood and you switched spots.

For the last ten minutes you worked together and got the assignment done before class ended. You were the only ones to finish by the end of class, and that made you see how effortless a lot of the students were-or just a little slower than you guys.

You watched the last minute of the clock tick by. "What's your next class?" You asked Minho.

"Science," he replied as he twirled a pen around his fingers.

You looked at him. "Same."

He looked up at you. You didn't know what he was thinking. His expression was just blank, but some emotion was there, you just couldn't figure what.

You stood up, about to get prepared for the next class.

"What's for science?," Minho asked.

"Dunno, since we can't really continue with new people arriving. Maybe some assignment like this one? Partnering up or something."

He "hmphed" in response, standing up as well.

You walked to science, and just as you were about to enter class, you remembered that you forgot to bring your stuff, so you walked back to your locker. While taking out your science folders, you overheard someone talking to someone else at the intersection of the hallway.

"I'm sorry…"

"Sorry? But you did it on purpose," someone else replied, the tone of their voice was mixed with anger and amusement.

"I was…" The voice sounded scared and hesitant.

"You were, what, hungry? You should know that you only eat at lunchtime-and, you're supposed to buy at the cafeteria, not steal."

You neared the voice, curious, and also having a feeling that someone was getting bullied. You turned and faced them, causing their attention to shift to you. The one guy that was in the other boy's face took a step back, he was tall with dark hair, and also seemed the one that was the bully. The other guy that was pressed against the wall stood straight again, reassurance clearly showing on his tensed expression.

"What's up?" You asked.

The dark haired boy did a half-smirk. "Kid's been stealing, again," he answered nodded towards the other boy.

You looked at the other boy. You sort of knew him, overhearing from others that his family was lost from the flare. It made you feel sorry for him. You understood the troubles he would have been going through, especially financially.

You sighed out loud by accident. Everything was just tiring. "It's okay. I'll pay for it," you told the dark haired boy.

"What?" He asked, confused. "He stole, dude-or sis."

"I know. And I'll pay for it, so don't worry."

He looked at you weird, almost as if he was offended. He shook his head and left, mumbling. He obviously didn't know the real reason why he stole, and probably didn't understand anything about financial struggle. You didn't really know either, but you still had other things in common with him. You turned to face him, giving him a warm smile.

"Don't worry. I keep my word," you said, gesturing him to follow you. You opened your locker and took out your lunch money and gave it to him.

The boy took it and stared into your eyes for a long moment, making you feeling a little awkwarded out. "Uh, my name's (Y/n). Nice to meet ya."

"Thanks a lot. I mean it-name's John."

You nodded. "Alright. Take care, John. I gotta run to class, you should too."

You walked off, hating the thought that you were late. Luckily, the teacher didn't close the door by the time you arrived. You noticed Minho giving you a dirty look before he gestured you to sit at the spot beside him. Giving him an apologetic smile when you came over to him, you sat down, wondering just when the heck you ever became semi-friends with him.

It was another partner assignment, and you became partners with him, and while you two were working, Minho spoke.

"I wonder why I partnered up with such a class ditcher-but a coward that couldn't do it properly," he said apathetically.

You gave him a side glance, trying to find any hint of a joke to his words. You sighed.

"I'm just having...a weird day."

Minho smirked, and continued working. You wondered what on earth he was thinking. Was he still mad at you? Was he even mad at all? You asked yourself.

At lunch time, you went to the cafeteria and then realized you gave your lunch money to John. Great, of all days, I chose not to make my own lunch and bring money instead, and now I don't have the money or the lunch. You weren't really mad, though, since you did help out John.

The dark-haired boy from earlier came into your sight, walking with his lunch towards a group of people at a table. You suddenly heard you name faintly by his voice, and then you knew that he was talking about you. That suddenly made you feel exhausted. You walked over to the exit, but stopped when you caught sight of Minho-walking towards the group where the dark-haired boy sat.

Is he friends with them? You wondered. You felt something ache, but you ignored it and went off.

After lunch was over, you went back to your locker to get prepared for next class. As you were taking stuff out, a random question crossed your head.

Is he going to be in my next class too? You furiously shook your head. "What the heck am I thinking?" You mumbled.

"What?" Minho's voice came from behind.

You turned around, surprised.

"Nothing."

He laughed. "Why'd you shake your head then? Nevermind. Anyways, I was trying to find you the whole break."

"Why?"

"Because, you didn't eat."

"How did you know that?"

He smiled instead of answering. "Well, lunch's over, so I guess you'll just have to starve now," he said in a sappy voice while walking the other way. You watched him, dumbfounded. He then swung an arm over his head and something flew towards your face, hitting your forehead before it hit the ground. You were too zoned out for your brain to tell you to catch it.

A granola bar.

"Thanks," you said to him.

He didn't reply and walked off.

Thank you for all your kind encouragements!~ A little sick, so I might update slower.