Let Us Have An Adventure - MARKHYUCK

Mark Lee in Hell: Day 2

The rest of the day was quite peaceful. Once Donghyuck strolled into the Hall, every single person in the school knew he was back.

Although I did not have the hate Damian, Noah and Atticus had for him, he did annoy me. The fact that he showed up again, making me have to share, and the fact that he blatantly ignored me back in the Tower.

Needless to say I made him sleep on the sofa again.

Can't we just all agree that lessons start way too early? I mean, 7 AM? Really? 

So there I was, ten minutes left until I was supposed to be at the football field, and I still had to get dressed, brush my teeth and grab my books. A normal person would quickly stumble out of bed and pull a Lightning McQueen, in an attempt to still be on time.

What was holding me back?

Lee motherfucking Donghyuck.

There's only one bathroom. And it had been occupied for at least half an hour.

"Donghyuck, what is taking so long? I have to be outside in TEN minutes." I slightly raised my voice while knocking on the door. The only response I got was him mumbling something about having to fix his hair. Honestly?

I still had to shower, put on my PE uniform, brush my teeth and get downstairs in 7 minutes. Deciding I would be skipping breakfast, I also told myself to just skip the shower and wash myself thoroughly in the evening.

"Ah, if this isn't Mark Lee. You are late kid."

"I- Uhm. I am so sorry. My roommate he-"

"Yes, yes whatever. I'm giving you a warning since you're new. Next time... Well, next time you'll just get an hour detention with Ms Doyle for every five minutes late."

There were multiple gasps, as well as stifled laughter behind me. "That goes for ALL of you. Now, go stand in line."

I did as I was told. And trust me, you would all do the exact same. I did not know who Ms Doyle was, but she did not seem to have a good reputation.

The man continued taking attendance while shifting from one leg to the other, holding a list with names in his left hand and a football in his right. I did not like where this was going at all.

"Alright, Marcell buddy, come up front."

A tall, lean and pretty muscular brown guy stepped out of the line, and went to stand next to him. Marcell, short for Marcellus. So he is the football player everyone has been talking about.

He cleared his throat, and then smiled at the class before saying, "As we know, our school is well known for its outstanding sports team, which we hold a lot of pride for. However, last year, two of our star players have graduated."

The boy looked around with an evil glint in his eyes, as if he was about to pick someone from the crowd and have them do 60 push ups. Half the class shivered, and tried to play it of as being cold. Though being honest, everyone knew that wasn't the case.

"Therefore," He smiled broadly while giving a dramatic pause absolutely nobody asked for, "Our first class of the year will be dedicated to finding new players."

The whole group groaned. "Oh, come on people, it's going to be fun! It's not that difficult. Gather 'round."

It was going to be 'fun', he said. Not 'that' difficult, he said. It was pure torture. But luckily, after being tormented with different exercises, I was finally set free.