What Lies at the End

Chapter 8

10 days. the one thing that I figured out after 10 days of school wasn't an algebra formula or an English translation, but how to survive in this social group called school. It turned out that Siwon was at the bottom of the food chain, and they were the kind of people who were merciless to the weak. But they looked past one critical detail: That I am not the 'Han Siwon' they remember... 

... And that I'm not so weak to belong at the bottom of the chain anymore.

I walked into the classroom and over to my desk. People had written mean things on the table: Slut, you piece of shit, go die... and so on. There was lying a disgusting wet towel that smelled rotten. What's this?

I could hear people around me giggle, "Lol so disgusting."..... "Suits him just right."..... "haha it really stinks."

My god... Is this really the best they could do? This is too adorable... I don't even know how to react to this. Well, I could just ignore this and go on...  Yeah. I could just walk away, but no, kids. you started it and it would be rude to ignore. I'll show you bastards I could go much lower than you could ever imagine. What I should do is very simple. 

One. An eye for an eye.

I grabbed the towel and washed everyone's desks while they were finishing up a gym class. 

The guys from the class walking inside the classroom that smelled disgusting. They all covered their nose looked disgusted.

"What are you waiting for? Aren't you going in?" I stood behind them as they stood in the door blocking the entrance. One of the boys turned around grabbing my shirt, "Han Siwon..! You son of a-!!! You did this shit, didn't you!! I saw you do somewhere in the middle of class!!!

I looked at the boy with an evil look, smirking "So what? I wasn't the only one who went to use the restroom during class." 

"Don't even try, sucker. You're the only one who'd ever do something like this!" He yelled mad at me. "Why would I ever go through all that trouble?" The other boys looked at us as the boy continued yelling at me, "Of course you would!!! Its because you know that we-we..!!! Kuh.!! ARGH..!" He said as more people were surrounding us.

"So tell me. Why. Would. I. Ever do something like this?" I asked smirking trying to make him talk and expose himself. "Ugh.!! Why, you..!" He clenched his hand as he held on to my shirt.

"Why are you standing in the hallway?" Mr. Kim yelled sounding rather drunk and bored as he always does. Some of the boys that were surrounding us yelled at the boy that holding my shirt.

"Oh..! Mr. Kim!"..."hey, teacher's here!" 

The teacher moved closer pushing himself between some of the boys, "What is it? Were you fighting? Move, move." He said and the boy let go of me. "Meh... Nothing physical, then? I was expecting to see some fist fight..." Mr. Kim said disappointed, looking like crap.

"But why's everyone in the hallway? Class is 'bout to start. Inside the classroom, young ones..." Mr. Kim said putting his hand in his pockets walking towards the classroom. "Mr. Kim..! Wait..!# One of the boy said.

Mr. Kim walked inside the classroom and stopped covering his nose looking angry, " all right, who did this!? If you confess now, you'll only have 5 hours of detention, so come on out now!"

Some boy grabbed me and pushed me inside the classroom and over to Mr. Kim, "It was this guy!" the boy yelled. Mr. Kim looked down at me confused, he doesn't remember me. "Alright, kiddo. Was it really you?" he asked annoyed.

"it's quite unfair, sir, to hear that kind of accusation." I smirked as I walked over towards my desk, "Because the most offended victim here... is me in this incident." I said

"What do you mean?" Mr. Kim asked crossing his arms tilting his head wanting an explanation. "as you can see, it's quite clear that my desk is in the worst condition." I said putting a hand on my desk, "if I'm the one who did this, why would I mess up my own desk the most? That's stupid." I said and Mr. Kim nodded looking at my desk, "makes sense".

The boys outside the classroom stood there with their mouths wide open, and then Mr. Kim turned around, "Kids! Y'all shouldn't accuse your friend like that! Your punishment is to clean this classroom. I don't want a stench left after you're done." Mr. Kim said as I stood there smirking.

Two. Make sure that everyone knows that they can't walk all over me.

"Over here, over here!"... "Pass the ball!"

We are playing basketball and then some boy just randomly push me hard on my shoulder, "ugh..!" I grabbed my shoulder looking at the boy holding the basketball and smirking at me. "Retard. You fucking suck. The only sports you're good at is shaking your ass, isn't it? You're disgusting everyone so why don't you sit out?" he said while a girl was running towards us.

The girl looked at me to see if I had any injuries, "Are you hurt?" she asked worriedly. The boy beside me looked at us, "I'm sorry. I didn't know he was there. I think he's hurt badly. he should probably rest." he said looking innocent, "You want to do that?" the girl asked holding my arm to help me. 

I smiled holding my shoulder, "No. I'm fine" I looked at the boy who pushed me, "Thanks for the concern. I'm feeling better already." The boy glared at me.

We continued playing and I grabbed the basketball. I dribbled past everyone, throws the ball and make a point, with an expressionless face. I turned to look at the boy who pushed me earlier and put my hand around my neck chuckling.

"Wow, you really suck. I don't think you're any help to the team. Why don't you sit out instead?"

Three. If they mess with me, they're fucked.

I sit in the cafeteria ready to eat my lunch. Two boy walks past me and spits on my food, grinning.

"Lol have a nice meal, mother fucker"... "Lol, what was that?"... "haha just having some fun." they mumbled as I stood up grabbing me food walking towards them. I grabbed the boy by his shirt turning him around and smashed my lunch in his face making him fall to the floor. 

"GUAAH!! For fuck's sake! WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT!!?" He said sitting on the floor with food all over his uniform looking up at me. I looked at him making a confused look on my face, "Why are you getting mad? I was being considerate." I said.

"WHAT?! HOW IS THIS BEING CONSIDERATE IN ANY WAY!?!" the boy yelled at me mad. I smiled back to him grinning "You see, I gave up my lunch for you and even fed you. It's your fault for not being able to gracefully accept my meal. Don't you think?" 

After 10 days of following these three rules, the result was quite satisfactory. But it had some unexpected consequences...

to be continued...