Chapter Eight

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March 30th 2019

Lotus Jones

I wiped the counters off in the cafè before I stood up straight. I was finishing up my shift and I was ready to go home and finish my homework.

"I'm finished." I called.

My manager, Byun walked away from the counter and nodded.

"Ok, you can take off." He said patting my shoulder.

I smiled and nodded before going to the break room. I grabbed my things and walked out of the store. I looked at the pitch black sky and sighed.

"Look at the little hard worker."

I lowered my head to see Won-Yung and Song Kang.

"What the fuck are you guys doing?" I asked.

"None of your broke ass business, hopefully when you get your first check you can buy a new pair of shoes." Won-Yung joked.

Kang chuckled.

"These same shoes broke your friend's record in a race." I shrugged.

Kang stopped laughing and gave me a cold stare.

"Anyway, what's your issue Won-Yung? You go out your way to pick on me and I have done nothing wrong. Is this your guy's way of therapy?" I asked.

He chuckled.

"I don't like your kind." He gestured his hand around me.

"My kind? Black?" I asked.

"Poor." He said.

I nodded.

"So you hate me because of what I don't have in my bank account. Yet when we both bleed it's red regardless, unless you're a zombie." I said nodding my head.

I shook my head as I pulled out my phone.

"You know, I'll rather be poor hell I'll rather be homeless than have to deal with someone with fucked up issues like you." I said.

"I don't have any issues." He scoffed.

"You do. You're a spoiled little bitch who's living off of daddies money." I said.

He clinched his jaw and snatched my phone out of my hand. I felt myself life flash before my eyes.

"What now?" He asked holding it in the air.

"Won-Yung stop. Give me my phone." I said seriously reaching for my phone.

"No since I'm a spoiled bitch." He laughed.

"WON-YUNG GIVE ME MY PHONE!" I yelled.

"Oooh looks like someone's mad." He laughed.

"Won-Yung, just give her the phone." Kang said.

"Hmm, ok." He smirked.

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