At the End of Summer || Mark Lee (NCT)

Chapter 1. The Girl from the Moon

- December 11, 2017 -

Monday

Looking back, I wouldn't have expected that a day like today would make a huge difference in my life.

It was Monday after all. What would you actually expect? That someone would come waltzing in your life and changing your ways? That someone would make you feel so in love that you would do anything for them?

What in the world is love, anyway? It was just a four-letter word.

But you see, that's where I got it wrong, because it was on this Monday that the huge difference I was describing earlier arrived in my life.

Of course, at first I was unaware of it all. I wasn't really expecting anything. Like I said, it was Monday.

And like every other person in this room, I couldn't help but think—

What a boring day.

It was 7:58 in the morning and class was about to start, but all I could think of at the moment was the end of school.

I would've skipped classes today, like any other day, if only I wasn't told that I'd be dropped out of school if I continue doing that.

I wouldn't mind dropping out, though. School's no fun. But my dad would totally bury me alive if I did.

So here I was, suffering at the hands of my boring school.

I just stayed on my seat, waiting for the teacher to arrive.

"I heard the new student is coming today." Donghyuck said as he plopped down to the seat next to mine.

"Is it today?" I asked him, my mind now whirring with thoughts.

I knew there will be a new student at our school, but I didn't know today will be her arrival.

Yes, it's a her. The teachers told us a few days ago.

"I wonder what she looks like," Donghyuck mumbled, looking at the door, as if waiting for her.

"I don't know. But someone's gonna have fun today." I replied as I grinned to myself.

Donghyuck looked at me instinctively and grinned too. "Definitely."

I, Mark Lee, am a well-known bully at this school. As well as in my neighborhood.

I know being a bully isn't really good of a trait, but I just can't help it.

A lot of people are afraid of me, save for my friends who are (not) as rebellious. And I must say, I like the feeling of being feared. It makes me feel fearless. Like no one can touch me or hurt me.

And despite being a well-known bully at school, a lot of girls like me.

Well, no. They love me.

But that's only because I'm good-looking. Like, really good-looking. Those girls don't appreciate me well enough except for my good looks. But it's not my fault I was born this handsome.

Okay, okay. I know that sounded narcissistic. But I do have some good sides to me as well. Like for instance, I'd sometimes stop bullying a person when I feel like they're getting boring and I'd move on to someone else who seems more interesting to bully.

Like the new girl who's coming today at school. I was already tired at bullying this other guy in my class. I think he's had enough of me. For now.

I was excited to see this new girl, though. Not because I'm hoping she's beautiful.