S M A L L // JEON WONWOO

1

"Please, stop." I whispered as my head was further pushed into my book.

"Why doesn't the rat fight back?" The kid asked and tugged onto my hair.

The paper was soon soggy with tears as I pushed my head up. He let go of my hair but crouched in front of me.

"What a shame, tsk tsk." He remarked and ruffled my hair. "So, little Jordan fights back."

"Don't say my name." I grumbled and was prepared to slap him.

"Who says I can't." He smirked and grabbed my wide framed bottle glasses and bent them in half. He dropped them and stood up.

I gasped and picked them back up, trying to fix them. I put my head down on my table and weeped into my hands.

"If only you weren't such a nerd." He whispered into my ear as my head shot up.

"You know what...." I stood up and walked around my table to face him.

"You don't know, how much I hate you, you lowlife fuck." I snapped and poked a finger at his chest.

"How much?" The guys pale face going blue.

"Enough to ask you to meet me at the Boxing rink at 4 o'clock tomorrow, then we'll see who's the real small one." I crossed my arms and stood up as tall as I could.

"Oh, so you're asking me out?" He said with a cocky tone.

"No, I'm asking to fight." I said proudly as the whole cafeteria gasped.

The drying tears were burning my chocolate skin, as I pursed my lips together.

"And I'm definitely going to beat your ass." I smirked cockily.

"And if I win?" He smirked and stepped closer to me.

"Whatever you want." I shrugged. "But if I win, you stop bullying me for good."

"Fine." He shrugged and turned his back to mine and started to walk away. I began to walk away as well before I heard a voice call my name.

"You don't even know my name!" He yelled to me.

"What's your name then?" I rolled my eyes and brushed my hair with my hands.

"Jeon Wonwoo." He walks up to me and held out his hand for me to shake.

I turn around and began to walk to my next class. The lunch bell rang in three minutes and students flooded the hall. I walked to my locker and opened it to see it stuffed with tissues.

I sighed and grabbed my chemistry book from under the stack of tissues and closed my locker. I walked into the chemistry classroom to see a new seating chart on the board. I found my name and sat down in my new seat. Soon, a loud group of boys walked into the classroom, completely ruining the quietness. I looked to see who I was sitting next to when I realized I wasn't sitting by anyone.

I sighed in relief and relaxed into the lab chair, my short legs dangling.

Yes, I was quite short for high school. I was a mere five feet three inches, even though my height didn't match my body. I was quite pudgy in the face, I had a good figure, with a flat, but not skinny stomach. My thighs were big, barely not touching. I had super small hands and feet. My arms and legs were short, but I was muscular to make up for it.