"You should major in staring," Angela told me. We were standing by the window of our classroom, watching Roan and Nicholas walk by below. "Jesus. It's like you never learn. Weren't you already kicked out of your fan group?"
"Once a fan, always a fan," I declared, earning a disgusted look from Joy.
"I should throw you out of the window," she threatened.
"Doesn't your boyfriend dislike violent girls?"
"I'll show you violent..."
"I heard someone tried to confess to Roan earlier," Irene immediately spoke to stop our argument. "He turned her down gently, they said."
I nodded. "As expected from our gentle White Prince."
Angela started to play with my hair. "How many rejections does that make it now, Wendy?"
"How would I know?"
"You're his fan."
I thought about it. "Probably thousands."
