The Perfect Secret (Complete)

Chapter 18

Forcing myself to forget about the conversation that I had with Eric days ago, I, hesitantly, headed toward the doors of my new school. Walking inside the double doors, I felt terrified. It, almost, felt like this was my first time walking into a high school. I was extremely nervous and my hands were shaking. To make matters worse, I lost Jimin within the crowd of students as I made my toward my assigned locker.

Standing there, it seemed like people were talking about me. Everywhere I looked, people were staring at me, even the teachers. My breathing started to shorten and I felt an ache in my side. My stab wound was beginning to throb, due to my nervous clenching. I pressed my forehead against the locker as I took in a few deep breaths. Trying to relax, I eventually picked my head up off of my locker door. I reached at the combination lock.

"What the hell?" I was utterly shocked, "What sorcery is this?"

The combination lock was nothing like what it is at my old school. It was a 'punch in' lock code, not an actual spinnable lock.

"So, I just, uh-" I began to punch in the code that was given to me.

"You're new," a deep voice spoke from behind me, "Do you need help?"

I turned around and saw a tall guy with black hair, black glasses and he looked pretty intimidating. I was almost too afraid to respond. All I could really, consciously do, was point to the locker and nod.

He chuckled, "Don't worry, I got ya. These were freshly installed over the break. A lot of people were having trouble with their combinations, at first."

After a few pressing of numbers and a simple pull, the locker opened with ease. Trying not to make eye contact, I walked back up to my locker.

"T-t-thank you," I faintly stammered.

"No problem," he replied, "My name is Choi, by the way. I graduated early, this year. I'm an assistant teacher, in music classes, though."

I nodded, although, I didn't really pay attention to a word he spoke, after saying his name. I was really hoping that he would just go away, he was already scary enough. I, uncaringly, threw my books and bag into the locker, messily. Already, my locker looked as if I had been in this school for a year.

"That is how you want your locker to look, already?" Choi chuckled, "Come on man. You gotta keep it clean for, at least, a week. Here, let me help."

Pulling me to the side by my arm, Choi stepped up to my locker. Rearranging everything around, Choi tried to have a conversation with me.

"So, where are you from?' He asked me, "I can tell that you aren't from around here, because your accent is slightly different. And your old school must not of had uniforms, due to yours not being properly on."

I looked down at my uniform, in self question. He was right. My shirt wasn't even tucked in correctly. How could I have messed that up?

"Sorry. My old school didn't have uniforms," I shyly grinned, "In fact, none of the schools, I went to back home, had uniforms."

Finishing with my locker, Choi turned to fixing my uniform. His actions shocked me, greatly.

"Oh! I can do it, thanks," I tried to push his hands away.

Choi chuckled as he, gently, placed my hands at my sides, "No, I insist."

I, awkwardly, stood there as I let a guy-a stranger fix my uniform, for me. I knew how this could have possibly looked to others but, Choi was too tall and scary to try to shoo away. Just when I thought the horror was over, he began to shove my shirt into my pants.