The Foreign Exchange Student

Chapter Four

March 8th 2019

Song Kang

I walked onto the track and field before sitting on the bleachers, Won-Yung sat beside me as he watched the cheerleaders practice. He was like a cat in heat when it came to girls, every girl he approached never told him no, I'm curious to see what would he do if someone did say no.

"God, she is so hot." He huffed folding his arms.

I heard laughter coming from the entrance before noticing Lotus and some other girl. Since she's met this girl they've been joined at the hip. I wonder what could they possible talk about that requires her to laugh like a fucking hyenna?

"ALRIGHT LINE UP!"  Coach yelled.

Everyone lined up as he looked at each and everyone of us.

"As you all know track try outs are this Sunday. The sheet will be at the entrance of the school...but as you all know I am an impatient, for your assignment today I want a race. First up is Lotus and Kang." He explained.

Everyone chuckled as we began walking to the track line.

"Hey Lotus, we know all that junk in the trunk will hold you back." Won-Yung said.

Everyone laughed as she rolled her eyes.

"Better keep up." I said.

"I'm a black African American, we know how to run." She mumbled tying her shoes tighter.

I rolled my eyes before got into position, no one has ever beat me at racing let alone anything if I'm being honest.

"GO!" Coach yelled.

We took off neck and neck, I glanced at her before she flew past me. I pushed harder trying to catch up to her, she looked over her shoulder at me and waved before crossing the finish line.

"LET'S GO LO!"

I slowed down and placed my hands on my knees out of breath, I stood up straight and glanced at her.

"Can't keep up rich boy?" She smirked.

I scoffed as I watched her walk away.

"You killed it, Coach said that was the fastest time he's ever seen. How'd you learn to run like that?"

I grabbed a water and chugged it as I ear hustled on there conversation.

"Experience." She chuckled.

"Lotus." Coach called.

Lotus walked away before Won-Yung walked toward me.

"Bitch." He scoffed glancing at her.

"We need to teach her a lesson." I said.

He looked at me and smirked.

"I got the perfect thing, water boy just filled the bucket and he added ice." He smirked.