So there I stood. On my front porch. A tear sliding down my cheek. I though I was enough. I thought maybe someone finally wanted to be a friend of mine. Maybe even more.

But I was wrong.

Donghyuck chuckled awkwardly, and put his hands up in defense.

"H-hey...don't cry! Look, I know he meant well, he's a pretty hard person to deal with....he just-"

I cut him off.

"it's okay..." I said, wiping my tear stained cheeks.

"....i know I can be a handful too. It's my fault. Tell him I'm sorry for whatever I did. And I'll just do my part of the project and he'll do his on his own."

Then I brushed passed him, eager to get away from the boy I thought I got over.

I walked to school with so much on my mind.

So much that Donghyuck's footsteps behind me didn't faze me.

And I walked in confidently for the first time.

I wasn't worried about a boy liking me.

Or not liking me.

I wasn't worried about Donghyuck's personality, aura, looks, actions, or words.

I was worried about me.