^^ this seungmin look will always be superior.

I'm left standing in the hallway, staring after Seungmin. I blink rapidly, forcing the tears back. There's no way he's serious, I think. There's no way.

He'll come back. Run back up to me, a guilty but playful look in his eyes. "Yah, I'm sorry. Don't cry! It just a joke; I'm so sorry, love."

Wrapping his arms around me, he'll pull me outside of the building and engulf me in the tighest hug, repeatedly kissing me on the forehead.

"I'm so sorry," he'd whisper over and over. "I didn't mean to hurt you like this."

But that didn't happen. Seungmin didn't come back. There was no guilty affection, no constant apologies. It was for real, and I don't know how to continue.

Somehow, I put one foot in front of the other and made it home. I don't know how it happened, or how long it took me. Stepping inside, I made it to my room and crumpled on the floor. How could this happen? Wasn't it just yesterday that he said he wanted me to be the main character in his love story? Did he not mean it?

My phone rings, and I flip it over excitedly, thinking it was Seungmin. It wasn't. Instead, it was Ava. Stifling a sigh of disappointment, I answer the call.

"Hey," I say quietly, not able to pretend that I'm alright. Luckily, Ava seems to know the entire story already.

"Girl!" She yells into the phone. "He dumps you in front of half the school, after basically confessing his love for you? How fucked up is that? Do you want me to kick his ass? Oh! Maybe I can call his mom. I bet his mom would beat his ass for us. We can use all his money in his lunch account so he can't eat. We can steal his backpack and flush it so all his assignments are wet. We could-"

"Ava," I say, interrupting her. "I know you want to help, but petty 'accidents' won't really make me feel better." I can feel Ava's pout through the phone.

"Aw, but petty is what I'm good at! He'd never see it coming." There's an awkward silence before Ava sighs. 

"Look," she says softly. "He's a douche, okay? It's really fucked up that he would do this. I'm so sorry; you deserve so much better."

Sighing, I rub my eyes gently.

"I thought I deserved him," I whisper into the phone. 

Thanking Ava for being the best friend that she is, I end the call and lay down on the floor. I don't want to move at all. What's the point? He never loved me anyway.

a short chapter, because the felix ff i'm working on is taking all of my brain power-