Quinn & King

14 The Phone

"Where's Beom Seok?" I asked, glaring at him.

He looked at his friends before looking back at me and laughing. "You're looking at him."

I narrowed my eyes at him, confused. "Don't lie. Tell me where he is!"

"I am Beom Seok! You can ask the rest." The others muttered in agreement.

Hmm... Doesn't seem like they were lying. Also, I don't see any reason why all of them would lie about this. But if he was Beom Seok then who was Idol bo-

Oh, wait. He did tell me his name. I think it was Wook something... Wookie?

"So, what do you want, huh? Can't get enough of this?" Beom Seok's voice broke me out of my reverie. "You interested?"

He puffed out his chest, his eyes leering at my sloppy, drenched appearance. I wrapped the now-soaked towel tighter around my body. His eyes dropped to the movement of my hands. Urgh. I wanted to barf. What a perv!

"You're Beom Seok? Seriously?" I couldn't believe that this Stinky Breath was the one who had traumatised Ji Woo.

Wow. I can't believe Stinky Breath was the bully. To think, he was actually this close the entire time. I clenched my fist in anger, causing some water to drip from the towel around me.

Think! What should I do to get evidence? I remember Ji Woo telling me it was in his phone...

Ping!

It came from his desk. The screen lit up upon receiving the notification. Bingo.

"Is that yours?" I gestured my head towards it.

Beom Seok looked at me sceptically. "Why..."

I lunged for it. His face morphed to that of surprise. I held the phone up, celebrating my success.

It was only momentary though. I was tackled to the ground soon after and the phone fell from my grasp.

I squirmed desperately under the weight, all thoughts of the phone gone. I just needed to get out. I managed to kick whoever it was between the legs, earning a groan before quickly crawling out.

"WHAT ON EARTH IS GOING ON HERE?" A deep, loud voice boomed. "Did you boys fight again?"

I ducked my head to the side, looking for the phone, once I realised Mr Kim hadn't noticed me yet. The phone pinged again and I sprung towards it, grabbing it in my hands.

"Kanzaki Quinn! Why is it you again?"

Crap.

I slowly raised my head, to see Mr Kim giving me the death stare. He squinted at me and then look flustered.

"Wh-why are both you so wet? Cover yourselves this instant!" He shouted again.

I looked down to see that the towel I had worn over my blouse had fallen off and there were puddles everywhere, most likely due to me. I picked up the towel and wrapped myself in it.

"All of you," Mr Kim raised his voice once again, his eyes darting around at all of us. "My office. Now!"

And just like that I was punished yet again for being indecent on school grounds. There goes my revenge plan.

Of course, rumors of my fight with Beom Seok spread like wildfire. I realized it when I heard people whispering about me as I passed by. However, I had no idea how accurate the rumors were this time around. Knowing how bad the first ones were, it was probably exaggerated as well  Do they really have nothing better to talk about?

When I got home later that day, I was feeling like sh*t. Being soaked in the rain like that gave me a slight cold. I was fortunate enough that Uncle wasn't home but instead away on a business trip. That meant there was no one to lecture me when I'm feeling down like this.