A week had now passed since Gwinam and I's conversation. Well, if you could even call it that...

Not really anything had changed between us since before I had talked with him, I mean he still ignored me, didn't talk to me in or out of school, hasn't texted me or anything. However, on the plus side, his friends are kinda staring at me again (probably because I humiliated myself last week) and he did move back to sitting back in front of me in math class... I guess that is actually where this all started.

I sighed, thinking about the first class I had ever seen him, looking at my perception of us then and now, everything is just so different.

School had just finished for the day, and I was casually walking out of the gates towards my car to go home and either study for whatever exams I have coming up, or cry about my pathetic excuse of a love life I apparently now had.

I kicked a small stone which was on the paved foot path my feet were carrying me along, staring at the brownish grey coloured concrete, and small patches of grass on the dirt and stones surrounding my school. However, my thoughts were distrusted when I my ears picked up on someone loudly hollering my name. I looked around not really seeing anyone I knew, thinking that maybe my mind was just tricking me, until I looked up and my eyes were met with those belonging to none other than Yoon Gwinam.

The front half of his body was carelessly slung out of the front of one of his mate's silver coloured cars, and he looked over making eye contact with me before the care quickly zoomed off, making a loud sound, and leaving some dust from the road as a trail behind the four wheels.

I was both gobsmacked, and unsure of what exactly had just happened. For the past week, Gwinam has showed almost no interest in me, and then now he just stuck his head out of a car and just yelled at me? After only harshly talking to me a week ago.

I rolled my eyes at his mixed signals. Of course he wouldn't care that I was crying after we last spoke, or didn't even care to ask me why we broke up, but he would be more than happy to cat call me in front of half the school.

Maybe if I didn't like him so much I would have given him the finger or something.

Actually come to think of it... Why do I like him so much?