The end of 9th grade. Miami. You were sitting in class, popping bubble gum, which you made yourself. You were talking to your friend, who was sitting in front of you, and you were sitting alone because Minji was sick. The homeroom teacher walked into the classroom, followed by a tall, handsome guy. After the introductions, this guy was seated in the last desk, a row away from you. Your eyes followed him, trying to remember who he was. Your friend was already drooling, because she had never seen anyone so handsome.