Serin's POV

Ever since we started this project, I've been getting noticed. Not for who I am anymore, but for who I appear to be. The fake Serin, or should I say, the pretty Serin.

That's all anyone ever sees anymore. But, am I really happy this way? Yes, Hanbin's plan worked. Yes, I got what I wanted, but now...?

I kinda miss the old me.

The person who could freely talk about video games or the newest Apple product without getting stared at for being 'different'. The person who wasn't deemed as 'the pretty girl' or 'the school's whore'.

Sighing, I flip my hair out of my eyes. I was currently laying in bed, listening to the latest Block B album, BASTARZ. Sitting up, I walk over to my closet as their song Charles Chaplin played through my stereo. Today was Saturday, meaning the guys were going to finalize their new dance, which also meant that I have to film it.

That's the one thing they let me keep, the one thing that keeps me from going totally insane; my technology.

I threw on a red, form-fitting T-shirt, black capris, and slipped on my white converse shoes. Grabbing my bag, I make sure that it's filled with the things that I needed, and then grabbed my tripod. As I walked outside, I was expecting the cool breeze to hit me, but instead I came in contact with something soft.

"Hey," his devilish smirk was the first thing I saw before I felt my face heat up.

"Ji-Jinhwan! Hello!" I blurted awkwardly. "Wh-what are you doing here?"

He stared at me, puzzled, then a smile set on his face.

"Can I not walk my girlfriend to the studio?" He feigned hurt. "And for a second there, I thought you actually liked me."

"I do!" I wanted to smack myself. Why was I getting so nervous around him?

He merely smiled, planting a soft kiss on my forehead.

"C'mon," he held out his hand. "We're gonna be late."

Taking my tripod with one hand, he grabbed mine with his other. Jinhwan looked.... very attractive today, and I can't believe that I just now noticed it. His hair was styled, and the way his outfit coordinated with each other had another blush spread its way across my cheeks.

"Why're you so dressed up?"

His brows furrowed. "Did Hanbin not tell you?"

"Tell me what?"

He squeezed my hand tighter. "We were going to send in this video to the Principal of YG High. And if Principal Yang likes it, he'll sign us to the school's Entertainment Program."

"YGE?" My eyes widened.

"If we get signed, I think the name we're going under is called iKON."

"Wow, no wonder you're nervous."

He rolled his eyes playfully. "I'm only nervous because you're here."

I smiled lightly. "Same with me."

As we got to the Studio, Jinhwan held open the door for me, then shouted out to me.

"Babe, don't forget to get my good side!" He winked.

I feel like his job in the world was to always make me flustered...

As we walked in, I have to say - the way they were dressed impressed me. The guys dressed nicely, wearing colors that consisted of reds, blacks, and whites.

"Nice." Was all I could say.

Bobby slid over to me, wriggling his eyebrows. "Ya like?"

Pushing Bobby's face away, I nodded. "Let's get started."

As I got all the cameras ready and set, the guys were quickly going over the routine before the real thing started.

"What song is it?" I asked, searching through Hanbin's IPOD.

"It's a mash-up," Hanbin called out. "Look for Rocket/Hot in Herre!"

"'Kay!" I responded. "Everyone ready?"

They gave a thumbs up.

"Good luck! iKON fighting!" I cheered. "3...

2...

1!"

As the music played, it started with a sensual feel to it. The way they were dancing had me mesmerized, but then again, when does it not? As I was filming, I noticed that Junhoe forced a smile at my direction, causing me to feel empty inside.

I really hope he doesn't hate me...

But I wouldn't blame him if he did.

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-Monday-

"Ew, look it's the school's whore."

"How can she show her face around here?"

"Gross."

"I can't believe I thought she was pretty."

"Poor Junhoe."

I bit my lip as I walked down the halls. This place that I called school turned into hell for me for the past few days. People that used to be nice to me, no longer are. Hayi and Suhyun, they won't even acknowledge me. Junhoe won't even look at me. And I'm terrified to even tell Hanbin, Bobby or Jinhwan.

As I walked to my class, I kept my hood up to avoid the stares, but people always seem to get around it. Suddenly, I fell to my knees, my books scattering around me.

"Oops," a snarky blonde snarled. "Looks like someone's on her knees where she belongs."

I said nothing, quickly grabbing my things.

"Bye bye~" the girl called out. "Whore."

I shut my eyes tightly, taking a deep breath before heading into class. As I walked to my seat, I forced a smile. I wanted to cry, but not in front of them. I knew better than to do that.

Sighing, I stare out the window, watching as the the leaves blew in the wind.

"You okay?"

I forced yet another smile, giggling slightly to mask my pain.

"I'm fine, why do you ask?"

Jinhwan took a seat in front of me. Raising his brow, he slides his backpack in the desk beside us.

"You look... Upset."

I smiled wider. "What are you talking about? I'm fine! I promise."

Jinhwan got up from the seat, slinging his backpack over his shoulder. As he leaned down to whisper in my ear, my heart beat felt as if it slowed down.

"Don't make promises you can't keep. I'll get you to tell me, one day."

As Jinhwan took his seat, my gaze focused to the ceiling, looking upwards to prevent the tears from falling.

I got through my classes without really learning anything at all. I was too focused on what others thought of me, how they were acting towards me, and how they spoke so carelessly about me. It bothered me, and I don't know how to handle it.

As I went to my locker, I unlocked the combination and suddenly a flood of notes fell out. Furrowing my brows, I bend down to pick them up.

Dear Serin, why are you such a whore? We saw you with Jinhwan, always laughing, always smiling. But then we see you with Hanbin, doing the same. Or with Bobby. So why string our Oppa along? Poor Junhoe. I hope you get what you deserve.

Grabbing the notes, I clutch them tightly as I pushed my way through the halls. Making my way to the bathroom, I hid in a stall, flipping through the stack of notes.

All basically said the same thing. About how wrong I was for even breathing, how I shouldn't be alive because no one wanted a crude, sadistic whore walking the halls of YG High.

I slid against the stall wall, sitting on the cold tiles. Raking my hand through my hair, I felt a tear fall from my eyes -- well, more than one, but that wasn't the point.

The point was that everyone wanted me gone.... So why was I still here?

Maybe it would be better if I just left.

Exiting the stall, I wipe my eyes, but I wasn't watching were I was going and accidentally bumped into someone.

"Oh my god," the voice said, causing me to look up. "Serin, are you okay?"

It was Suhyun.

I forced a smile, chuckling humorlessly as I wiped the corner of my eye.

"No Su, I'm not." Grabbing the notes out of my backpack, I place it on the sink counter. "But why would you care? It's not like we're friends."

"Se, wait!"

Suhyun called out as I walked out of the bathroom. I didn't turn around. Why would I? It's not like she would suddenly care again.

With my backpack slung over my shoulder, I held my head up high as I walked out of the building. I didn't care that I was skipping my last class, nor did I care about telling anyone where I was going.

All I knew was that I had to get away.

Goodbye, Hanbin.

Goodbye, Bobby.

But most of all, goodbye Jinhwan.

Maybe.... Maybe it would be better if I just left.