Wait, how? When? Why the heck is his note in my bag? I emptied all the bag contents on my bad and I ransacked through them. They are all his notes and belongings. Could this be... Could this be his bag?

My mind went back to school, trying to figure out how exactly I could have mistaken his bag for mine.

But wait, I met only my bag on the shelf when I got to class this afternoon so that means...

Oh no!

He has my own bag too?!

I flopped on my bed with a loud whine. Different thoughts were running through my mind. What am I gonna do? I have to return his bag back to him. How will I approach him? I definitely can't talk to him in the midst of his weird and crazy friends. And I have homework to do but my bag is with him. Should I do his? But how am I so sure that he will do mine?

"Yeah, yeah, yeah boombayah, yah, yah yiyah whoooo!!"

"Keep it down out there!" I screamed, in frustration at my sisters who were at the other side of of my bedroom, singing loudly.

On a normal day, I wouldn't have screamed like that but I'm just so frustrated and mad!

Of all people in the class, I chose to mistake Andrew Heather's bag for mine.

"Whoa are you okay sis?"

Kelly asked, popping her head in front the side of the door. I turned to face her with a pout that says "I wanna cry." I adverted my gaze from her face and fell face flat on the bed with a groan.

Andrew's POV

"Yeah so I'll meet you there right? 4pm latest... Is Patricia coming? Sweet! See you there soon."

I brought down my phone from my ear and proceeded inside the house.

I stopped on my tracks when a sweet aroma hit my nose. Immediately, I trailed the sweet and mouth watering aroma to it's source and as expected, Granny is working her magic in the kitchen.

"Granny, Granny, Granny. Performing some wonders in the kitchen I see"

She turned back and her perfect dentition spread out in a smile.

"You're back."

“Hmm."

I hugged her from the back and pecked her on the cheek. I've been living with my Gran since I was five. I had to come live with her because my mum isn't in the States but in Canada. She's there, running some business to meet my needs. My dad? Well, I don't really know much about him. All I know is that him and my mum aren't really on good terms.

I don't really know what happened between them both and I really don't wanna know. I won't be surprised if the issue came from my dad's promiscuous character. He visits once in a while but we aren't close.

"So, how was school?"

I entangled my arms from her body and leaned on the kitchen island

"Not bad for first day of resumption."

I picked a apple from the fruit basket and took a bite out of it. I really love apples

"Hmm, your mum called while you were out."

"Really?"

I get all excited and happy whenever mum calls. I'm nineteen years and still, I can't do without my mum. A day can't pass by without me hearing her voice.

"Yeah, she said she'll visit soon. Probably next month or November"

As I heard that, I jumped up in excitement like a little kid who just received a free ice cream.

"You know, I'm starting to think you're a five year old"

"Come on Ben, leave the little boy alone"

Granny said to Uncle Ben, my mum's younger brother. Uncle Ben is grandma's last child. She gave birth to 4 children in total - Uncle Dean, Aunt Selena, My mum and lastly, Uncle Ben. Uncle Ben is the only one, among grandma's children that hasn't married yet. He's 32, successful and a full package of what I call handsomeness.

Granny is just 67 but she looks like a woman in her mid-fifties.

I turned to Uncle Ben and he gave me a teasing grin

"Yeah, leave me be and also, grandma I'm not a little boy. Your grandson is nineteen years, soon to be twenty." I said proudly

"Ha!" Uncle Ben gave a sarcastic laugh and I shot him a glare.

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"Yeah, I'm little boy has grown into a big boy."

Granny pinched my cheeks and I gave a cheesy smile .

"A big bad boy if I may add." Uncle Ben chipped in

"Yeah, he got that from his dad tsk tsk."

Granny shook her head and I laughed before giving her a forehead peck.

"Let me go freshen up."

"Good call cos you stink."

"I smell better than your boxers Uncle Ben."

I ran for my dear life before he could even think of chasing me. I got into my room and fell face flat on my bed. I unstrapped my bad and started putting off my uniform. I wrapped a towel round my waist as soon as I finished undressing. I walked to the bathroom with my mp3 player with me. I pressed on play and Justin Bieber's "Yummy" boomed.

Done with bathing, I came out of the bathroom with droplets of water dropping from my hair down to the tiled floor. I hummed along to the song that was being played as I opened my wardrobe, searching got what to wear. I finally settled for a blue T - shirt and a pair of black silk shorts. I put on the clothes and brushed back my already dried hair with my fingers.

"I need my headphones." I mumbled to myself as I opened my backpack.

For up to a minute now, I've been looking for my headphones and surprisingly, it wasn't there. Did I give it to Adrian? Maybe I did.

I was about zipping up my bag when my eyes caught something that looked like a girlish pink purse. What the...is this for Emily? I've never seen this purse with her before and this purse doesn't look like what Zee would think of buying.

I brought out the purse and examined it for a little while before I opened it. The first thing I saw was a school ID. I brought it out and my eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Abigail Howard? How did her belonging get into my... Wait a sec!

I poured out all the bag contents and widened my eyes. Girly pencils, a novel, a pair of shades? I didn't even put these in my bag before I left for school. My eyes went to the school books and I sighed in realization. Now I get it, this is Abigail's bag. But why does it look exactly like mine? Could it be that we both mistakenly switched our bag? If that's the case then she's probably with my bag right now.

I chuckled at the thought of that and hummed before I started rearranging the contents back into the bag. I put all back into the bag except for the novel. I laid flat on my bed and studied the front page of the novel for a while.

"Hellbound With You" I read the title out and smirked. Sounds interesting. I opened the novel to chapter one and started reading

"I'll probably read just 10 chapters." I said to myself. Or so I thought.

Abigail's POV

"It's 8pm dumbass, it's pretty late, and I'm pretty sure dad can't let you go out by this time."

"Ow come on Jasmine! I really need that ice cream. You know how sweet Mr. Donald's ice cream tastes."

"I'm pretty sure your sugar level is above 160 because of the amount of sweet and junks you take."

Dad said to Kelly as he handed her her plate of food. We are all gathered at the dinning, ready for dinner. I placed Dinah's food in front of her and she smiled before saying...

"Thank you Abby."

"You're welcome sweetie."

I gave her a peck on the cheek and took my seat. I dug into my food gently and started to eat. Jasmine's phone rang and it caused dad to stop eating. Jas smiled apologetically because she just broke dad's number one dinner rule : "All phones must be placed on silent or turned off while eating dinner."

At first, it was " No phone allowed during dinner." But, he thought deeply about it and yeah, he changed it. Jasmine said a small "sorry" before she picked up the call. I noticed her eyes gleam for a minute before she wiped the expression off her face. I wonder who the caller is that's making Jasmine gleam.

"Um..I'll talk to you later, I'm..I'm having dinner. Yeah."

She brought down the phone from her ear and she placed it on the table.

"Sorry dad." She apologized and dad sighed. Dad is always cautious of how he gets mad at us. Whenever he was really mad at any of us, it's either he scolds us immediately or stay silent for some days before calling the offender out.

He just doesn't like getting aggravated towards any of us.

"It's fine Jasmine."

"It will never happen again."

"Water... Water, I can't reach."

I watched as Dinah tried to reach the water jug. Watching her try to reach the jug is so amusing. Her arms her pretty short so she couldn't get hold of the jug.

"Here, I'll pour some for you."

Kelly offered to help and she did. She poured Dinah a cup of water and stretched it to her. Dinah mouthed a thank you before gulping it down in one shot.

"Light it up like dynamite!"

Dinah sang as she ate. Dynamite by BTS has been Dinah's favorite song since the song was released. Who am I kidding? It's everybody's favorite song. Kelly loves it, Jasmine is addicted to it and dad also jam to the beat anytime it's being played. I gotta say, I'm a big fan of BTS.

I got to know them last two years and since then, I've been their biggest fan. Who could have thought 7 South Korean young boys would become as successful as they are.

"Dinah, you're so obsessed with BTS ." Dad said

"Who wouldn't be?" Kelly asked and I nodded in approval.

"I mean, it's BTS we are talking about here. The biggest kpop sensation in the world right now. Like...hello?"

"I know right?" I added

"I don't know why you love them this much." Dad said shaking his head in amusement.

"Because they are different. I mean, it's the twenty first century and almost all songs put out now are mostly about : sex, drugs, partying and the likes but BTS... BTS proved they are different. They sing about self love, happiness, self acceptance. Their songs have beautiful relatable lyrics and strong messages. Which most music right now doesn't have."

"Preach Kelly Preach!" I cheered Kelly on and dad just chuckled. He knows that when it comes for argument, Kelly is always on the front row seat.

"Geez, it would have been so better if you've but this much effort in your last exam. Maybe you wouldn't have scored a F in history." Jasmine said and she got nothing but a glare from Kelly. Kelly sucks at History. We all do. Tch!

The rest of dinner went on in silence. After dinner, I went to my room and collapsed on my bed. It wasn't long before sleep took me far away.

|•THE NEXT DAY•|

Okay Abby, you can do this. Just get to class, go to the shelf and exchange the bags without him knowing. Why can't I just give it to him personally? Gosh why?

Am I...am I scared of that dude? No! No! I'm not scared of anyone. Never!

I took a deep breath before I stepped into the class. My eyes went straight to Andrew's seat and nope, he isn't yet in school.

I sat on my seat after placing Andrew's bag on the shelf. I placed my head on my desk and zoned off. I was brought back to reality when noise started to build up in the class and that could only mean one thing. I raised my head up and.. Holy Moly, he's here. Andrew's here!

Okay okay, just walk to him and give him his bag. I stood up from my seat and to my surprise, my feet weren't moving. Why aren't you moving Abby? He's a human like you, don't be so scared! Damn!

Okay here we go...

I'm going now!

In 3, 2, and....dammit! Abby just move!

"Um...are you, are you okay?"

My head turned slowly to the back and my orbs met with Zina's

"Um...I'm good."

"Okay, you just look as if you're having an internal battle with yourself." She said jokingly and I gave a silent fake laugh.

As a matter of fact, I'm having an internal battle with myself! Why can't I just walk to the dude? It's not like he spits fire.

I gave myself a mental spank before I sat back down. I turned my head slowly to Andrew and his attention was on Emily. They were both talking. No problem, I'll give him his bag during break. Or I'll just switch it without him knowing.

Well, it's break and yeah, I'm on my seat, waiting for Andrew to exit the class so I can switch the bags but for the past 15 minutes! Andrew hasn't gotten up from his seat. Should I tell you what he's doing?

Well, he's reading my novel. So technically, he's aware our bags are switched but he isn't doing anything about it? He's acting so indifferent! Just give me my bag. Is he expecting me to approach him first? Humph! What an proud jerk!

Giving up, I exited the class to get something to eat. I'm tired of waiting for him to get his ass out of the class.

After eating, I went back to class and found him in the same position. I shook my head in frustration and went to my seat. Andrew! You jerk!

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*Riiiing!*

The electric bell roared, signifying the end of the day. Before I could blink, Andrew already went to the shelf and carried "his" bag. What the?

I rushed to the shelf and carried his bag, I proceeded outside the school, looking for the jerk. Where the hell is he? Oh, today is Tuesday. The guys always have soccer practice after school on Tuesdays. That means I have to wait after school? No way!

I have to find him!

I went to the school field but didn't find anyone there. They are probably changing in the locker room. I bit my lips in frustration and proceeded to go back to the class.

I pushed my way into the class and screamed in frustration

"Andrew Heather you jerk!"

"Ouch! Words hurt ya know."

That particular voice made me turn abruptly. There he was, leaning against the classroom wall with his hands tucked into his pocket. I gasped when I realized he just heard what I said.

"Abigail Howard, I believe you have what's mine?"

I blinked rapidly, trying not to be bewitched by his super cool and mesmerizing voice.

Seeing him standing there like a cool and handsome highschool boy that he is makes him look so alluring.