Freckles [ChanLix]

IV

It's the end of the next day and Felix is at his locker. But once he opens it, it's slammed shut with snickers following it. He turns around to find the same guy and his army following right behind him.

Felix rolls his eyes, trying to forget about all the names he's been called now because of that guy.

"Oi Felix!" Chan calls out to get his attention, which he successfully did, "I finally found your locker,"

Chan, for some reason, is out of breath. Was he running around the school to find Felix before he went home?

"What's up Chan?" Felix asks, his deep voice raspy because he barely raises his hand in class. He's afraid to get picked on due to his somewhat broken Korean.

"You wanna meet my friends that I told stories about to you yesterday?" He asks with hope in his eyes. Felix's guess is that he really wants him to meet them.

"Sure. They seem interesting after all," He agrees, despite his fear of meeting more people that aren't kindhearted like Chan.

"Trust me; they are,"