Cale locked his gaze on Alver's bloodied shirt. His vest keeps him hidden, and he always wears the coat, even when it's hot. Cale should have noticed sooner, but the bastard white shit bothers him.
*Someone's trash-talking about me... it's definitely that bastard,* White Star sneezes somewhere while tripping and hitting his face on the ground.
[***] Warning!!!! This is based on a true story! [***]
It's always been a living hell. The day he lost his mother has always been hell for him. A strange father, a cruel stepmother, and... indifferent siblings. He had always been alone. He was shunned and ignored, and all he could think about was himself. He had to work so hard because he didn't have the same opportunities as his younger siblings.
He was an outcast. Because of his birth, he has been subjected to torturous words. Half-dead and brutally abandoned in the cold.
That was the story of Alver Crossman's life.
I do not want to return to that house.
He made promises to himself, but each time he broke them, people shunned him because his stepmother would do anything in her power to disrupt his life.
It had gotten to the point where he couldn't take it any longer.
He stared at the ceiling, perplexed as to why he had considered suicide. When he saw Choi Han and Rosalyn on the ground pulling all kinds of foam from the sport tracks to save him, he smiled bitterly. He remembered the frantic footsteps as he ascended the stairs, as well as the teacher barging in with an enraged expression on his face.
Remembering how he said those, that rage wasn't directed at him, but at someone else.
"Awake?"
The door was opened, and Cale and a few of his classmates entered.
"Don't move. I'll break your bone if you do, and thank that White Shit for his assistance in saving you."
"I suppose he's the one who smashed the rooftop door."
"I'm not that strong," Cale admitted as he set the basket of fruits and drinks on the table.
"How are you feeling?"
"I'm scared, but relieved."
"You're swearing."
"You curse at us too... but... cursing seemed to help me let it all out." Alver chuckled and said, "Teacher-nim, thank you."
"There's no need to thank me, just do justice against the people who made you like this."
Alver smiled as he looked at Cale.
"Hey..." Cale said again, "You're getting kicked out, right? Do you want to come with me?"
Alver agreed without hesitation after hearing what Cale had said. He went to Cale's house and met Ron, the only servant in such a large house, and his classmate Vicross. There's more: Choi Han, Rosalyn, and Lark storm into the house as if they own it.
Students who used to care about one another are now wearing huge smiles while studying for the next lessons. Students who used to stare at each other are now working together while being mocked for being idiots. Despite Cale's foul mouth, these three, including Vicross, are acting like normal teenagers they used to observe from a distance.
"Like what you see?" Cale asked, patting his shoulder. "Work hard to gain people rather than lose them."
"Can I ask you, Teacher-nim, how to use this operation here?"
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