Pretty Savage | 18+

Chapter 2

Like everyday, my alarm rang at 6 a.m. I right away turn off annoying sound, and lazily stretched. I yawned as I rubbed my eyes. Mornings have always been the hardest of the day for me. I had neither energy nor will to live. I didn't give a shit about everything.

- Only 5 minute more, please. - I tell to myself.

    If I could, I'd stay in bed for the day. It was there that I felt safest, and rising from my paradise was hellishly painful.

     But not only my bed was my own paradise. I became the owner of this place when my mother allowed me to install a lock on the door. From that moment on, I could do everything there. She never went in there because I strictly forbade her. Although she respected this privacy. She could think whatever she wanted. Is he masturbating there? Yes, and how many times. Is he gossiping and doing something wrong? She didn't know how bad things I could do in her private room. I always felt good there, because no one was mean to me in this place. I was myself, no one criticized or judged me. It was a nice change.

     I grabbed my hair dryer, shaver, and uniform, and then went to the bathroom. Every morning I shaved my body to make it perfectly smooth. I liked it. My whole body; The legs, hands, arms, stomatch, chest and other special places were amazing after that.

     In the shower, I started thinking about my duties. Thought for today: Be the best, even if you're still in second place. Do not let the mask fall off.

     Who cared, it was my constant thought? I tried to be the best and no one could change that It was scary, but sometimes I didn't even pay attention to it.

     I had to go back to that hellish high school where I was considered perfect.  I remembered that I still hadn't started my interest group.  Each member of the student council was responsible for running their own club in which they pursued hobbies together with others.   I didn't want to overwork myself, but I knew I had to choose something I liked and enjoyed.

     After long considerations, during which I was considering between fencing and botany, I gave up both options and chose music.  I took fencing lessons every week, but I didn't like it enough to teach it.  Botany would require a lot of talking, and as an introvert, I had trouble with that.  I have always loved music, and social issues were not an option here.  I could talk about it for hours.  In my first year, I started with dancing.  I was going to focus on K-Pop, so at first I was surprised when I realized I had to dance in front of a group of girls.  I ended up quite liking them.  In my third year, I added the rap that I loved most in K-Pop songs. It excited me, and it turned out that we had a great time breaking up with the group.  At the beginning of the 4th year I added singing, and yes, together with the rest of the group members, we were able to perform great choreography, just like I did in a real concert.

     Even if I enjoyed it, I would not willingly continue running the group.  I had to prepare for it, it took a lot of energy and time.  If it were up to me, I would never run it.

     I was planning that today im gonna talk with director, and start the interest group. I was begging it gonna be at the day, when i'm not that tired, so it's gonna be better, than after the 8 hours of lessons. Also my mother was mad at me, becuase I still didn't start it.

    And besides, I was still the second one, and my mother wanted me to be the school president.  This place was stolen from under my nose by Yeon Yongseok.  He was in the same class, but thank god not in the same profile.  If he had beaten me in psychology, I would have hanged myself.  Yongseok became the chairman in his first year, and I was only his deputy.  He usually didn't commission me anything anyway.  After each school year started, I didn't show up at school for a week because my mother got mad when I told her I wasn't the president.  Pach and other things that fell were moving.
    
     Before the exit door, I put on my mask.  Many times I did it instinctively, but sometimes it caused me great pain.  There were more and more such days.

     I put the AirPods in my ears and walked briskly. My uniform fit me perfectly, my hair was loose but neat, it added to my charm. I adjusted my glasses so as not to smudge the foundation I had applied. It hid my slightly reddened complexion after a hard night.

   So I'm gonna hate you, I'm gonna hate you
   Paint you like the villain that you never were
   I'm gonna blame you for things that you don't do
   Hating you's the only way it doesn't hurt

     After a dozen or so minutes, I found myself at the high school. I wanted to put the matter with the circle behind me, so I immediately headed towards the principal's office. I drove like a tornado through the small vestibule, and entered the room without knocking.

   
     The director was sitting behind his desk, browsing something on the computer.  His office was beautifully designed, every piece of furniture matched each other.  Behind the man was a window through which he could see the school playground.  On its left and right sides there are showcases with the school's most valuable awards.  The man raised his gaze from the monitor and fixed it on me.  He smiled warmly.

- Good morning, Mr. Director - I said in a polite tone, took a seat in front of him, and smiled as well.
    
     But it wasn't a real smile.  I practiced it a long time ago, and everyone fell for it except my best friend. I made sure to present myself well, sitting perfectly straight and placing my hands on my thighs.

- I thought we would meet soon, Hwan Yoon-gu.  - Kim Dae-suk replied cheerfully.  - What's going on, one of the students is breaking the university regulations again?

- I wanted to talk about my interest group - I replied, scrunching the edge of my shirt with nerves.
    
     I hoped the principal wouldn't inform my mother about the neglected duty.  This could get me into a lot of trouble, and I didn't want to unleash hell in the house again.

- Do you know when these lessons could take place?
    
     The principal looked at the computer screen.  He looked through something for a long time, occasionally clicking the left mouse button.
- How about Fridays at 5:30 p.m.?
   
      Fuck, It couldn't be worse.

- It's amazing, thinks.
    
     I wasn't going to argue or insist on finding a better place.  On Fridays I preferred to rest, and besides, I had an hour and a half window waiting for the interest group.  However, I preferred to accept the offer.  I wanted to show that I am not afraid of new challenges and that I am flexible.
  
      I quickly said goodbye to the director and left his office.  I breathed a sigh of relief in the vestibule, there was also an entrance to the office and the staff room.  I had to prepare for the interview with the director, otherwise I wouldn't have known what to say.  I once ran away with someone else's scissors because I didn't know what to say when he said I could give them back whenever I wanted.
   
      I grabbed the door handle, wanting to leave the room, but it quickly fell down and the door slammed into my body.