Broken Shards

The New Kid

Bang Chan, a 22-year-old man with a beautiful, curly blond hair and stunning brown eyes, was walking through the college halls when he spots two girls whispering and giggling to each other as they hurriedly make their way down the halls excitedly, making Chan frown with a hint of curiosity growing in his mind.

Making up his mind, Bang Chan decided what all the hustle is about, A frown on his face as he approached the crowd full of girls laughing and giggling to themselves and each other.

Chan pushes through the crowd, curious to what is causing such an uproar for the females to act in such way. "Excuse me, passing through" Chan mutters as he manages to slip between the crowd, sighing as he adjusts his clothes and looks up.

There stands an unfamiliar face in a tight pair of leather pants along with a white shirt tucked inside, covered with a matching leather jacket, hair clearly dyed a dark shade of reddish brown and is slightly overgrown, eyes painted a dark brown color, giving the male a sharp and intimidating look. He also looked like he could be in his early twenties. If Chan looked close enough, he could see a small mole on the tip of his nose, which only enhances how sexy the man looked.

Chan frowns at the sight, observing the latter with a raised eyebrow, sighing, Chan walks closer to the man and plasters on one of his casual fake smiles, greeting the other male with an extended hand. "Hello, my name is Chan, and you are?". Chan asks as he continue looking at the taller man with his poker face, tone laced with fake kindness.

The crimson head simply lets out a scoff, crossing his arms over his chest as he eyes Chan up and down, expression full of mockery. "That is none of your business, fake ass". The other male said instead, turning around and walking the other way, not even sparing Chan another glance, leaving Chans extended hand hanging mid-air.

Chan stiffens, his smile almost faltering as he watched the red headed male walking away, confused and frustrated, Chan retracts his hand and laughs it off instead, embarrassed at the spot he was put in as he was publicly humiliated in front of the other girls, Chan then separates the crowd, ushering each girl to go back to minding their own business, hiding his fuming rage behind a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.

After a good ten minutes of clearing the hallway full of fangirls, Chan takes a deep breath and makes his way towards the bathroom, keeping his smile on and greeting all of the professors and teachers he meets along the way. upon reaching his destination, Chan quickly walks inside of the bathroom and closes the door behind him, locking it before making his way towards the sink, pumping on some soap onto his hands and opening the faucet, rubbing his hands together rapidly to form bubbles as he spreads them around to clean his hands, after a bit more of rubbing his hands together back and forth, he reaches his hands under the faucet.

Rinsing the soap off, he then takes out his handkerchief and wipes his hand before slowly wrapping the said handkerchief around one of his fists, looking up at himself in the mirror, his smile still painting his face with feigned kindness when suddenly, Chan slams his wrapped fist into the mirror, causing it to crack from the sheer force of the punch. He was now panting as he glares at the countertop of the sink, teeth gritted as he finally lets his anger wash over.

Huffing, he looks up at his broken reflection, taking in how red his face looked, how heavily he was breathing, slowly, he forces himself to calm down, taking deep breaths as he lowers his wrapped fist, looking at how the tiny glass shards have stuck onto the fabric, having protected his knuckles from getting injured or bloodied. Chan then unwraps his fist and hold the handkerchief by its end and tosses it away in the trash bin, adjusting himself in the broken shards, he turns to the bathroom and unlocks it, opening the door and halting as he sees the new kid standing in front of the bathroom door, his arms crossed against his chest like earlier.