Third Person Point Of View
"I heard you like to talk mess.", Wonwoo said popping his knuckles.
He leaned against some lockers smiling innocently at the idiot who thought it would be a good idea to start drama with him.
"Well if the shoe fits, am I right?", the boy laughed as he high fived some of his friends who started to gather a crowd by yelling "Fight, Fight, Fight!"
As the crowd gradually got larger, Wonwoo titled his head with a puzzled look on his face.
"What's wrong trying to think of a way to get out of this one?", the boy questioned getting a few laughs from the crowd.
Wonwoo shook his head, "No, I'm just trying to figure out who you think you're talking too?"
"Oh's" and "Ah's" were now being heard from everyone's mouth that were surrounding them.
Wonwoo put his hands in his pockets and rolled his eyes. He knew he was going to win, and he knew when he did he was probably going to get suspended again. Which also means another talk with his mom.
Sadly...
"Listen, kid... Let's just get this over with, yeah?"
"You think this is a joke?!", the other kid said balling up his fists. As, if he was actually going to win this.
"Well, I mean yeah. I kinda figured since your whole life is one.", Wonwoo bluntly answered shrugging.
The boy walked over to Wonwoo with veins popping out of his neck. He swung at Wonwoo's jaw.
Wonwoo let his fist collide with his jaw. He felt his bottom lip start to bleed from the corner of his mouth. He wiped the blood cascading from his lip and smirked.
Wonwoo was raised by the saying~
"You can't hit them unless they hit you first"
He was raised by it and he followed by it. He fixed his beanie on his head and said, "There we go..."
The boy furrowed his eyebrows. He had no idea what Wonwoo was saying and what it meant.
He took a few steps back bumping into some guys in the crowd. They pushed him back into the middle of the circle.
Wonwoo walked over to him and shoved him against a locker. Wonwoo grabbed the collar of his shirt with one hand and the other hand began its rampage.
He bashed his fist over and over into the boy's face. After, hitting his face numerous times he heard a loud crackle.
Wonwoo pulled him from off the lockers and threw him on the hallway's floor.
He got on top of the guy with both legs on either side of him. Now, both of his fist collided with his face.
The crowd was going wild.
"Why did he actually think he could beat Jeon Wonwoo?"
"I knew Wonwoo was going to win!"
"Ah, dude look at all that blood!"
"Wonwoo! Wonwoo! Wonwoo!"
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"Mom-...I- I didn't...No, mom...Mom, can I say some-...Yes, ma'am...No...No... Okay...Ookayy mom...Yes...Bye- Goodbye Mom.", Wonwoo hung up the phone and sat back in a chair in the front office.
