Well, you can't really consider him a friend. He first talked to me because of a project. Then I'm guessing he continued talking to me because he felt pity for me. People made fun of my weight and my looks and my intelligence (or my lack of one), so being the nice person he is, he tried helping me.
I didn't ask for help or need it, since I handled situations like that just fine by exchanging insults or straight up punching them. But he just popped right up and defended me. Since he's the flower boy of the school, no one wants to hurt him. Not to mention he's the student president.
He kind of follows me around from afar or comes sliding right in when someone bothers me. I have my own friends. Why does he feel the need to help me? It's irritating, but his company is nice, I guess. We live near each other so we have each other for company when we walk back home and to school.
Many people at school noticed this and gossip spread. People began disliking him. For what? For hanging around some unpopular person? That would "badly influence" him? Is it because they're disappointed in him? I didn't know.
"Hey!" I heard someone call out from behind me as I sat down to eat my lunch. I assumed it was Chanhee (New). "What do you want?" I rolled my eyes as I turned around to face the person. But it wasn't Chanhee. There were three people with smiles plastered on their faces.
"Come with us! We need help setting up something. You seem strong," one of them chirped. My friends glanced at one another skeptically. "Say no," one of my friends whispered to me. Where was Chanhee when you actually needed him?
I ignored my friends' nervous murmurs and I smiled back at them lopsidedly. "Er sure!" I stood up and followed them. I waved at my friends who stared back at me with frowns. I was led into a room. They closed the door behind me. Two of the three guarded the door outside while one gazed at me with knitted brows.
"You're gonna stoop so low you're going to pick up a guy like Chanhee? Ridiculous. Both of you," Then she darted forward and punched my in the jaw before I could even react. "I can't even feel your bone through all that fat," she sneered. "Whoa, mood swings!" I hissed, rubbing my sore jaw. "If you want to fight, we can go right now," I challenged.
She grinned. "I'm part of the taekwondo club. You're not in ANY club. Be prepared to be destroyed." "Bet you're white belt," I snickered. She growled at me before running forward, punching my straight in the cheek.
I staggered. Dang, she can sure pack a punch. I held the wound on my cheek. "Ow..." I grimaced. I saw someone come into the room. It was one of her croonies. "Jeez, how many peasants did you gather?" I said with a hint of a chuckle. She seemed furious. I didn't even know her name and she expects me to listen to her words. Pfft. Peasants these days.
Both of them advanced towards me, causing me to back up against the wall. "WhOA there. Let's call a truce! This isn't really fair, is it?" I laughed nervously.
And of course you know what happened next.
Yeah, they hit only on my face. Dang, my precious face is completely ruined! I touched my bruises and the cuts on my lips. There was blood stained on my bottom lip. "Well, life isn't fair," I shrugged as I heaved myself to my feet.
"Y/N! Y/N!!" Chanhee's panicked voice resounded in the room as he burst through. "Who did this to you?!" He asked with concern, holding me steady with his hands. "Someone you don't want to get to know," I gritted my teeth to suppress the pain.
"Here! I have a bandage," he said hurriedly, fishing out a crumbled bandage from his pocket. He applied it to my cut on the side of my nose. I lurched back. "Whoa, too close. I can do it myself," I pushed him back slightly and took the bandage from his hand.
I adjusted the bandage on my nose. "Thanks, anyway," I said gratefully before making my way to the door. "Pretend none of this happened."
On the way out of school, I was dragged somewhere without my consent. "Let go of me retards!" I shrieked. Someone covered my mouth with their hand. I thrashed around chaotically. "Bastards!"
My "kidnappers" revealed themselves. Ugh. Them again? "Felicia, I thought you learned your lesson!" I snapped as soon as the person removed their hand. My hands were bound, however. "Shouldn't I be saying that to you?" She smirked. "Oof," I meekly uttered.
