I'm Short You're Tall, So What.

Chapter 17

{Chisanna}

'Unedited.'

School Morning.

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Someone nearly pushed me against a guy standing next to the train door, I didn't like taking the train but where the cabs and busses normally travel was blocked off because of some construction. It was full so I had to be standing while holding onto the smooth metal pole in the middle.

I smiled feeling happy and cold but mostly happy, the mature part of the the palm was a stump but there was a little green one growing close to the old part, it was like it had a little baby. I giggled then quickly hold the pole at a the sudden jerk. I'll tell Chase when I arrive at school.

I held my bag close to my chest, trying to stand steady at the swift movement of the train. I felt two broad figure stand close to me and my eyes went heavenward seeing two guys, they were looking down on me with smirks. They were wearing Hemingway high school uniforms.

"She's so little and darn cute too."

One of them said reaching out to touch my head and I bit his finger.

"Ah! Shit! She bit me." 

He had fine straight brown hair with distinctive curls. I gave them a dirty look and his brow drew together.

"Be a good girl and let us pet you."

The other guy spoke and he pursed his lips.

"Why the heck are you two talking to me?"

I growled with a pissed tone.

"You're going to do what we say."

The chocolate - hair coloured dude reached out to hold my arm, someone held his wrist.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you."

Someone spoke.

The voice alone gave me a chilled feeling, I recognized the voice. That transfer student, he smiled at me.

"Who the hell do you think you are?"

Chocolate head asked, his jaw fixed tightly glaring at him.

"Why? I'm a high school student just like you. Only smarter."

He said, the light blonde haired guy grabbed his shirt.

"Don't mess with me, I'll really hurt you."

He said through clenched teeth, his nose twitched tightening his grip.

"That's quite unfortunate."

The transfer student, his eyes flared flecks of crimson and the other guy suddenly let go off his shirt.

"Ah! My hand is hurting so much. It's on fire."

He said with a destrought look on his face and in much pain.

"What did you do to him!?"

The brown haired guy asked.

"He needs to treat that scorpion bite on his right thumb, I suggest that you take him to the nearest hospital at the first stop."

He had a scorpion sting? His friend looked at his thumb seeing a red mark, it looks swollen.

"Why didn't you tell me you got bitten by a scorpion man?"

"I didn't think it'll get like this."