Antagonist

Meet Again

"Focus! Kim Seokjin! You keep making the same mistake and errors!" His tutor scolded.

Jin shut his eyes, trying his best to stay calm. He gripped on his pencil, taking a deep breath before erasing his equations, not sparing the tutor a glance.

"Again!" She yelled.

"Darn bastard." His stepmother mumbled, loud enough for him to hear.

"What's all the money we payed you for?! You can't even pay us back by getting good grades!" Seuna yelled, stomping away upstairs.

Jin mentally scoffed.

'Bitch.'

He quickly shook his head, snapping himself from his thoughts to avoid any more disrespectful remarks.

"What a life." He laughed a bit before focusing again.

~

Willas' grip on her backpack tightened. She took a deep breath before entering the school entrance.

Her lips were in a thin line, looking around trying to find her class.

"Can I help you?" A girl tapped her shoulder. She flashed a sweet smile at Willa, maybe trying to ease her nervousness.

"Yeah. Do you know where the A class is?" Willa asked ever so gently, trying to give the girl a good impression.

"Wow! You're so quiet! Speak up a bit! We don't bite." She laughed. Willa smiled a bit.

"Okay. Lets' go. You have the same class as mine so we can go together." Willa nodded, following the girl from behind.

She turned around, raising an eyebrow.

"Why are you walking behind me? Come on!" She pulled her hand.

"I'm Yura by the way. You?" She asked, the smile still on her face.

"Willa. Kang Willa." Yura nodded.

"Pretty name." She said, tilting her head a bit. Willa didn't say anything else, unsure how to respond to her.

"This is our class. Oh yeah! I forgot." Yura stood in front of Willa, fixing her blazer and straightening the wrinkles on it.

"You can't go in there looking like this. The school is filled with rich and snobby kids. They'll judge." She smiled for one last time before pushing Willa inside.

Willa looked around. The class was surely pretty, classy. The students were either studying or messing around. It looked like a normal class.

Of course it's normal, they're not aliens.

She could feel people staring at her as she went to one of the desks. The one that doesn't have a name. People were whispering but no one approached her.

You'd think they care about a new girl in school. Pft.

Keeping a straight face, she sat down and scrolled on her phone.

Why should she make an effort to get to know people? They should know a new girl is nervous and try being friends with her instead. It wasn't going to be the other way around.