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3rd Person POV
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Hansol checked his watch, he should have enough time to visit Joshua for about an hour after classes. He wondered what the older boy might be doing now. Probably sleeping or something. There's nothing much one could do confined to a hospital bed. I clicked my pen repeatedly, hardly being able to concentrate on whatever the teacher was saying. I eventually drowned out the scratchy sound of chalk and it was replaced with the sound of the ticking clock, just 5 more minutes, I only had to wait 5 minutes until I could get into Jeonghan's van and we could drive to the hospital and visit Josh.
Tick, tick, tick...
Almost...
Tick, tick, tick...
Time...
Tick, tick, tick...
RIIIINNNGGGGGG
I quickly shove everything into my bag and rush out the door, only to be stopped by the huge chest of one of the football players. "Woah woah woah where are you going?" He shoves my shoulder, puffing out his chest a bit to seem bigger but honestly, it just looked stupid. "It's none of your business." I deadpan, the idiot chortles, "Hey, I'm just trying to ask!" He shrugs his shoulders, "You think you're better than me?" He pushes my chest, and I collapse into some other guy. I try to push past, but he pushes me back into the classroom. "I'm so much better than you, bitch." He cracks his knuckles, "Know your place, small fry. " he slams me against the wall, making a loud slam and attracting the attention of a few students that were passing by.
A few bigger guys make their way towards me, pushing the other students out of the way. Don't just stand there you idiots.
My eyes widen when he lands a blow right in the centre of my stomach. A slap across my face, another punch under my chin and other beatings until I fell to the ground, holding my head in my hands. "You should always answer questions people ask for you, " He huffs, "You're nowhere near better than me, you punk."
He kicks my stomach, "You're not even worth licking my ballsack." and with that, he walks off, seeming bored. Enraged, I get up, I don't want to feel defeated, plus I would have a weapon, 3 to be exact; Seungcheol, Soonyoung, and Jihoon. I smirk, if I feel like he deserves it, I could tell them and they'd fail all three of his classes, resulting in expulsion. Muahahaha but that makes me feel a bit like a spoiled brat so I'll just find more reasons if I hate him that much.
I rub my sore arm, taking my phone out of my pocket and opening the Messages app.
