PART FOUR.

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"God, God are you here for me? How did you know I work here?!"

I stay silent for a moment. I know I should say something, anything to calm him, and yet I can only
  stare.

"Minghao.. god yes, right, you're Minghao— uhm, Hi. My names Junhui, and, well I don't.. know why you pulled me back here..?"

Though I thought he would consider, the boy pulls me closer by the shirt collar, and I can't help but gulp at our sudden closeness. His cold nails dig into my neck and I wince, instinctively kneeing him in the groin.

"Shit—!"

I learn over his folded posture, lifting his chin up to look me in the eyes.

"You don't get to drag me back here and attack me. Who exactly do you think I am?"

Though he attacked me first, the confident boy lost the light in his eyes momentarily.
"You— you're associated with my father, no? I know all the Chinese at our school— you're out of place!"

I sigh. Is this kid crazy?
"Look, obviously you have a big head. I've always gone to school here. Sorry you don't know me— I'm getting the administration involved."

After this threat, I turn my back to the boy, letting go of him and about to walk through the staff doors.

That is, before I'm faced with the pain in my head, followed by passing out on the floor.

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