The Foreign Exchange Student

Chapter Five

March 15 2019

Lotus Jones

I smiled as I rubbed my hands down my work vest. I snapped a photo before sending it to my dad.

Pops: You look so adorable!!

I laughed and shook my head as I walked out of my room.

Me: I miss you lots. It's my first day and I'm kind of nervous.

Pops: You have nothing to be nervous about. How are you going to Juggle school, work and track?

Me: Dad, am I not your daughter?

Pops: You're right, there's nothing you can't handle.

I smiled.

Me: Get some sleep, I love you.

Pops: I love you too.

"What the fuck are you wearing?"

I looked up to see Won-Yung.

"Is that a fucking 7/11 uniform?" He laughed.

"Oh I'm sorry I wasn't raised to be a spoiled little bitch." I said.

"What did you just say?" He asked through gritted teeth.

"You're not only stupid but I'm starting to figure out that you're fucking deaf." I rolled my eyes.

He raised his hand and clinched his jaw.

"Bitch, I wish you fucking would. This ain't no kdrama, back your spoiled ass up." I said.

He groaned and began punching the air I rolled my eyes and walked down the stairs. I wish one of these motherfuckers would hit me, his little kick a few weeks ago I let slide but trust! I will fuck shit up.

"Ah, you look so amazing." Mrs.Lee smiled.

I smiled as she embraced me in a hug.

"Thank you." I smiled.

She cupped my face and pecked my cheek.

"Let me get a picture of you." She said.

I smiled and stepped back before posing for her picture. She had tears in her eyes as she snapped the photo. Mrs.Lee was like a mother I never had and judging by how estranged Ingrid  and her are. I was a daughter she never had.

"Ok, go before I make you late. I'll put your supper in the oven." She smiled pecking my cheek.

I smiled before quickly walking out the house. I walked down the path way before I heard a gate opened.

"What the hell are you wearing?"

I looked up to see Song Kang, he was in a compression shirt with sweat pants. He looked at me with a confused expression before running his hands through his sweaty hair.