Jiwoo strolled into Matthew's house like she owned it. She confidently walked up his stairs and opened the doors to his room.

She rolled her eyes upon seeing the older boy still peacefully sleeping in his bed. "Ya, idiot, wake up!" She threw a pillow from the couch on him, hitting him square in the head. "We're gonna be late for the new school because of you."

The boy slowly opened his eyes and loudly groaned. He pressed the pillow closer to his naked chest and buried his head into the sheets. "What the fuck, Jiwoo?" he mumbled but it came out muffled. "You do know you don't fucking live here, right?"

The girl just shrugged and took a sit on the sofa. She stared at her nails, seemingly bored and uninterested. "It's not my fault you need a babysitter to wake you up. Now go dress up, we're late as it is."

"This is fucking assault, you can't just barge in my room like this," Matthew scolded as he proceeded to slowly get up.

"Take it up with someone who cares. Now hurry up already!"

"Okay, okay," the boy rushed towards his bathroom, covering his bare body with only sheets.

Jiwoo groaned and turned her head away. "Ugh, why can't you just wear a pajama to sleep like normal people do?"

"Because I'm too hot. And don't pretend like you're not constantly coming in without knocking because you wanna take a peek at these rock hard abbs."

"Ew, like you don't show them off enough as it is," she sent another pillow flying his way but this time he managed to dodge it.

"Sure, sure, keep lying to yourself," he said as he closed the door to his bathroom.

Sometime later, Matthew pulled in the parking lot of their new school, with Jiwoo riding in the shotgun. Jiwoo fixed her bun in the rearview mirror before stepping out of the red Lamborghini. In a few quick steps, Matthew joined her at her side of the car and they started walking.

"This new school sure seems more stuck up than the last one, huh?"

Jiwoo snickered at that. "Like you won't act like the most stuck up out of all of them."

"Hey, it's not like I chose to be born rich!" Matthew defended in a playful manner, not even being aware of the irony. He actually did deliberately choose to be born in one of the most influential and well-off families in Korea, but he wasn't aware of that fact in the moment.

They made their way inside the building, attracting quite a number of stares, most of those already intrigued, seeing such gorgeous new students. Jiwoo fixed her uniform, her face cold and unbothered by all the attention.

"Well, this will be fun," Matthew commented, winking at some random group of girls ogling him. Jiwoo gave him a questioning side look. "What happened to all those stuff about finding your one true love you preached over the summer break?" Jiwoo questioned him.

Matthew gave her a weird look, like it was self-explanatory. "What other way is there to finding them but then to keep trying?"

"Sure, keep trying."

"Oh, don't act so stuck up. You're probably even worse than me with your hook-ups." Jiwoo kicked him in the ribs with her elbow. "Maybe, but I don't claim to look for true love while I do it," she looked away, pain evident in her eyes, but Matthew didn't see it, still doubling over in pain.

Matthew stopped in his tracks. Jiwoo looked at him in confusion. "What are you doing? Our classroom is just over there," she pointed at the doors. A girl and a boy were just passing them trough, absentmindedly chatting with each other.

"Who knows, maybe love will find us," Matthew said with a smile as his eyes followed the couple. He motioned to Jiwoo to follow him and went after the two classmates.