The first class was awkward. I never expected to see San again. I wish I hadn't. I wish he would've stayed gone so I would've have been reminded of what I did in the past. I was so conceited, confused, and so stuck up into the reality of being liked.... Not that that has changed but...I wish I would've done something different.
I was at my locker with Yeosang getting some of my stuff back in my backpack. Yunho came over to us and went to his locker.
"How was homeroom?" Yunho asked as he opened his locker.
I turn to look at him and shrug, as I finally got my locker open. "It was alright. I have Yeosang in there."
"Yeah, but guess who was in there with us? Sa-" Yeosang started then stopped when his eyes went big and he shut his mouth. Yunho did the same and stared behind me.
I furrowed my eyebrows and turn my head around and see San coming towards us. He shot his eyes towards me. His expression cold as he roughly bumped shoulders with me making me get pushed up against the locker.
"Faggot." He muttered but definitely loud enough for only me to hear.
My heart raced and I had trouble breathing all of a sudden. Karma was coming for me. I knew what I did a year ago would come back to me. I embarrassed him and treated him like shit.
I gulped slightly and looked at him as he walked away. He looked way different than he did a year ago. I remember his soft blonde hair, his dimples that made his sharp face soften. His lighter colored clothes. Now he had black hair, slightly covering his still sharp eyes, an eyebrow slit on one eye and dark clothes. What have I done?
"Are you okay Woo?" Yunho and Yeosang asked at the same time, as they gently hold my shoulders.
I shake them off and gently push them away; still acting like a hard ass. I brush my shoulder. "Yeah I'm fine. I don't give a fuck about what he says."
A few hours go by and the first day of Senior was done. It was the most awkward and the most boring day for Wooyoung.
He was going back to his locker to take everything out of inside he won't need any of these things till next week. As he closed the locker he was pushed again. He grunted and looked over and saw San again, his bag slung over one shoulder as he stood tall. His broad shoulders making him even more intimidating.
He glared and clenched his jaw as he walked over rand grabbed San's shoulder turning him around.
"What the fuck is your problem?" Wooyoung asked in a pissed off tone.
San turned around and stared at him with a blank expression. His head titling slightly. He didn't respond and it pissed Wooyoung off.
Wooyoung pushed San, but he didn't budge that much. He noticed San clench his jaw, he dropped his bag and pinned Wooyoung to the lockers hard, making him grunt and look up at San with wide eyes.
"You wanna know what my problem is? Huh?" He asked in a dark tone.
Wooyoung gulped and didn't even say anything, he didn't even know what to say, his serious and his laid back rude self all of a sudden left his body.
"My problem is seeing a little closeted Fag like you walk around here pretending like you're some hot shit like you didn't embarrass me a year ago. Just wait until those cool people you hangout with find out about you being a fucking faggot." He whispered and pushed Wooyoung back into the locker and grabbed his bag;walking off.
Wooyoung slumped against the lockers and panted slightly. He clutched his chest and it hurt, it hurt bad. He was scared about what the outcome would be if he kept up this bullshit act. He was scared because only 3 people knew about his secret..one of them could easily ruin his life.
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