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Calum groaned as the actual Asian guy beside him prattled on about something that he, contrary to a huge belief, did not understand.

Plop.

His eyes widened and he looked around him. There, a couple seats diagonal from him was the same girl from the morning who he had ignored.

'Hey Asian guy, what's your cousin next to you saying? I don't understand Chinese.'

He glowered at the paper, then at the girl who flashed him a smug smile.

'Fuck you'

It was a couple more minutes before she replied.

'Really? That's what he said? I'm sure with his long dialogue that he said more than "fuck you." Are you sure you're translating properly?

Calum nearly broke his pencil from his grip.

'I. Am. Kiwi. Not Chinese, not Asian, Ki-fucking-wi. With a side dish of Scottish.'

By her next response, he decided it was a lost cause.

'Wait so is he saying fuck you, or declaring his nationality? Jeez make up your mind.'

Asian // calum hoodWhere stories live. Discover now