I opened my eyes, seeing Taemin stand by my closet. 'Taemin?' I mumbled sleepily. He looked at me over his shoulder, and smiled. He walked over to me, and I sat up. He placed his hand on my cheek and pecked my lips. 'Morning, Paris.' He murmured. I giggled. 'What are you doing here?' I asked. He sat down next to me. 'Finding an outfit for you for school. Remember? The boys have already gotten ready, even though I woke you half an hour early.' He replied. I nodded. I got out of bed, and he handed me. A new outfit. Images of yesterday flew in my mind. I smiled as I remembered Taemin laying in bed next to me, until I fell asleep, then went back to his room.
I looked at myself in the mirror. I was wearing a dark blue tank top, with a black leather jacket over it, skinny black jeans that had a chain hanging circling on the right pocket, and black leather boots. My hair was tied in a high ponytail. Taemin had put on some winged liner and outline my eyes, applied peach lip gloss and a moonlight blue eyeshadow, with a brown blush. I looked different, yet the same.
I turned, and found Taemin staring at me. He wore black suit pants and jacket, with no shirt underneath. He had a black chain necklace hanging around his neck. 'Whoa.' I gasped. Taemin raised an eyebrow. 'Same to you, Princess.' He complimented. I blushed and looked down. He then pushed himself off my bed, and stuffed a hand in a pocket, his other raising my head to look at him. 'Never feel shy with me. Ever.' He told me. Even though he was cuter than the others, he also rocked being hot. Don't judge me.
All the boys were wearing black suits, but different ways. J-Jong had his unbuttoned, with a black shirt underneath, and a chain. Minho's was open, revealing a chiseled torso. Key had a white shirt under, while Onew just rocked his. It was like Minho's, except he wore a red shirt under. I nearly squealed when we pulled up at school.
Taemin and the boys shot me grins, and went off to the office. I walked to my locker, and felt eyes on me. Whispers like 'is that Paris Lockwood' and 'hey that's Paris Lockwood' went around. As I turned, the familiar caramel brown hair and blue eyes that I despised came into view.