I'm from China, Suzhou to be exact. Chinese American.
He's from Osaka, Japan... to be exact. Japanese Canadian.
He's popular. He doesn't make fun of me but his friends do.
Is he different?
Or is he just another jock who will tear me apart?
*The visual I'll be using for itsuki is a Japanese actor named Kento Yamakazi*
*The visual I'll be using for Asia will be a Chinese actor named Zhang Xinyu*
Asia POV
More and more crowds of people surrounded me. Physically. Mentally. The laughing didn't stop.
When will it ever stop?
End of log 2
I could already see itsuki at the end of the hallway. As soon as he saw me walk towards him he gave me a big smile before who I was assuming was his friend, slapped him on the back of the head.
"Ah! Get off of me! You nearly gave me a heart attack Zak." He angrily snaps, turning back to me, smiling again.
"Why are you smiling at the Chinese girl? You fancy her?" He chuckles, tickling him as he slaps his hand away harshly. Looking back into my direction, he raises his eyebrows before walking into the maths room. Blushing.
He actually blushed. He didnt even deny that he did.
Maybe he is cuter than I thought...
I clutch my books to my chest and quickly jog into the classroom and sit at the back of the class, hoping nobody would bother me. I didn't want loads of people asking me where I'm from. It does get annoying sometimes.
"Asia!" I hear a chirp, turning around only to see itsuki with another book in his hand, presumably mine.
"Oh..." I say, still staring at the book in grasped in his hand. "You mind me using this?" He asks me, his smile quite unique.
"Sure. I don't mind. Go ahead. As long as you bring it back." I say. "Of course." He replies politely, Zak waving his long skinny arms in the air, attracting mine and his attention.
"Thank you Asia." He says before turning around and walking over to the flailing boy who was desperate for his attention. I sit back in my chair and stare at the clock. Watching it tick and tock and tick and tock.
The teacher wasn't even in the room yet.
Every so often, I felt sudden urges come over me to keep looking over to him. Keep staring at the back of his head until he turns it, staring his beautiful dark black eyes into mine.
It's as if I was suddenly interested in him, heck we haven't even spoken to each other in a proper conversation yet. We know nothing about each other.
I flick my pen in my hand several times, tapping it against book, slightly irritated that the lesson wasnt getting a move on. Before I could even get any more discomfort, the teacher barges into the room. Slightly woozy.
"Right! Here i am! Let's get this show on the road!" He bellows, slamming his hands onto the brown coloured table in front of him, shoving his keys into his back pocket.
"Oh! A new student! Where are you from?" He suddenly asks me, feeling a sudden rush of anxiety i just didn't even say a word.
I was hesitant. Why was I so goddamn hesitant? God! Snap out of it! Use your asian senses!
"My name is Asia and I am originally from Suzhou China. But I moved to america when I was 7" I reply, my hands a little shaky and cold. I felt like I could faint any moment.
"Right. So you... know English right?" The man says, tilting his head, his eyebrows furrowed deeply.
Was he fucking serious?
"I moved to America when I was 7. Of course I know English." I say getting a little angry at how anybody or anyone can just talk to me like that. As if I'm just some Chinese speaking nobody!
"I am American Chinese." I leave it at that and start to write in my book, ignoring the stares from the girls who were sitting at the front of the room, makeup in their hands.
As I raised my eyes back over to itsuki and Zak, itsuki was already staring at me again. He had this look. A look of "I can relate to that." How did I know that? I don't even know. It just seemed that way.
"Are you alright? You seem a little flustered." The teacher who I didn't even know the name of asks me, in a more mellow tone.
"I'm fine." I reply quickly, still ignoring the demeaning looks and stares. God! Will people ever stop?
After time and time passed, all of the worksheets were done and two pages of my book were completed with equations. Maybe now I can go on my break and just... relax.
As the three girls walks past, I don't even bother to look up, I had my eyes on my phone looking through the notifications I got hours before since I couldn't check. But one thing got my attention.
One of the girls had stopped and turned around to face me, a look that I was slightly confused by. Even the two others had the same faces. She scoffs and scans me up and down.
"I guess it's true about all Asians being smart. Maybe you could kneel down at my knees and do mine for me? Huh?" She says bitchily, before turning around to her friends, bursting into a heat of uncontrollable laughter.
I just smile and walk past them, walking out the door. Why should I make it look like they've hurt me? They'll do it again.
I tried to stop what just happened to stop replaying in my mind, it wouldn't go away. All I wanted to do was just... get away.
I'll probably go and sit out on the field where I'll find some real peace and quiet.
As I stroll throughout the hall, I feel so many people starting at me, and for what exactly? Maybe theirs rumours. Maybe... it's all in my mind. But what if it's not? What if people are actually talking about me and... taking pictures of me-
Crash.
Bang.
I fell to the floor, someone else with me. I head felt nauseous and my legs didn't feel right at all. I didn't look where I was going! I knew I should of just ignored those girls. Ignored everybody.
As I raise my shaky eyes up to the person who has now just stepped up to his feet, he starts to laugh.
"Why... why are you laughing?" I ask him, trying to get my hair out of my face, not even knowing who was even talking right now. My eyes were blurry.
"It's me itsuki. Are you alright?" Realising who was talking to me, I panic and get up to my shaky feet immediately, fixing my hair.
As I face him he lets out another cheeky smile and places his finger on my cheek. "You seem to have a bruise? Would you... want me to help you with that?" His voice was so...mellow and soft. I nearly fell back onto the floor it was that relaxing.
"Asia?" He tilts his head in the most adorable way, making me put my hands over my mouth, making sure it didn't look like I was having a mini fangirl moment.
"Yes... yes you can help me itsuki..." i reply kindly, feeling my cheeks turn a pastel pink.
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My fingers hurt. Why do they hurt? This isn't even that much writing. God I need to try writing like 4000 words.
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