"Honestly, I don't know why I act this way." I crossed my legs to make myself comfortable on the grey couch I frequently sat on and smiled. "But I do know that making fun of others is really entertaining."

Mrs Winston who was our school counsellor looked at me with a baffled expression. "Kari, I gave you an assignment to make peace with the other students but instead you caused a fight."

"No I didn't." I interrupted. "I'm always the one being blamed but you guys just refuse to believe there are others worse than me." I paused. "They fought because of that Idiot."

She frowned at me. "Dylan," I corrected myself. "They literally don't want me near him and try to pick fights over some stupid boy. He isn't even that interesting!"

Dylan was my childhood friend. He's not only my best friends and neighbour but also a famous fashion influencer and being the only child with fame and a mass amount of fortune, he stuck onto me like an annoying piece of chewing gum.

At first, I hated how he clung onto me but after knowing him well I realised I (for sure) didn't want him near me. But I just had to accept it because I'm nice like that.

"Those girls can have him if they want but they shouldn't drag me in their mess." I rolled my eyes. "Like why fight over Dylan when you can fight over me!"

"Miss Chester, I'm going to have to call your parents for the third time this week if you don't tell me the real story."

"Mrs counsellor, there's no actual story to tell." I turn to the direction of the voice. Dylan's annoying smile ended the conversation. Fortunately, it meant my session was over.

I grabbed my bag and stood up from the sofa giving a little snicker as I walked out of the office

Bye bitch

Dylan and I walked down the empty hallway. He kept his arm around my shoulder and walked at my pace. "You're lucky I came for you or else you would've been bored out of your mind."

"Well thank you for being the cure to my boredom." I joked with him. "Jia isn't any fun at all, she keeps threatening to call my parents like they would do anything!" I threw my hands in the air to exaggerate the situation. "The only way I can catch their attention is if I rob central bank."

"I could help you do that." Sometimes I couldn't tell when Dylan was being serious or just joking. "Or I could kidnap you." He pinched my right cheek playfully but it kinda hurt."

"Ow!" I slapped his hand away. "This is why your followers keep disturbing me." I pushed him off me and ran to our class door. "Keep your distance!" The door slides open and a very tall figure walked out.

The nostalgic scent of spring passed along with him. But we were actually in the middle of fall. I watched him walk past Dylan. "Who's that?" I questioned him.

"Who?"

"That guy that walked past you. Didn't you see him?"

"Yeah I saw him but I also refuse to acknowledge those taller than me." He pulled me into the classroom trying to stop me from looking at the unknown boy.

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History class ended before I could notice. I couldn't even concentrate after coming in contact with 'Spring boy'. I couldn't believe I didn't know him and I still didn't know him. Even after our encounter I couldn't recognize him. "Kari!" I heard a girl shout my name.

I turned to the girl, "I'm sorry, I tried calling your name but i don't think you heard me."

"What?" I was getting annoyed.

"The history teacher called for you." She ran off as soon as she saw Dylan walking towards me.

"If you scare them off then you won't have any friends." He placed my favourite strawberry yogurt on my desk. "Lucky for you I'm always available."

"You're acting like you actually have a something to do." I stabbed the straw through the yogurt.

"Of course not. You and I just need to sit back and inherit our parent's companies." He smiled as he watched me drink the yogurt. "But no! Little miss perfect just has to be the best."

"My brother is going to inherit the company, definitely not me." I got up from my seat and walked out of the class. Dylan followed from behind. "Oldest obviously is going to inherit everything that's important."

He caught up to me. "Are you living in the eighteenth century? Kei has nothing going on for him. No offense-"

"Non taken"

"You're super smart and insanely pretty. What else do you need?" He walked in front of me and turned back to face me. "Your brother is like the opposite."

"I do hear that my brother is handsome sometimes."

"Please! Who's more handsome him or me?" He joked around as he kept walking backwards not thinking about the stairs.

Before he could fall I grabbed him and pulled him towards me. "Watch out!" I felt his arms wrap around me in a hugging position.

It took a while before he realized what was going on. "Ah! S-sorry" He stammered as he pushed me off him. His ears quickly turned red.

"You're going to get me in trouble again with your thousands of followers."