Roses

Chapter 8🥀

🥀Kian🥀

"I don't think going to the basketball game is a good idea." Lin says, bringing me some "get well tea."

"Shut up, I do what I do." I shout, grabbing the tea out of his hand, spilling a little on the bed sheet.

"Ok, ok. Sorry." Lin says, plopping back down on his bed.

~•At the basketball game•~
"Hello, student. Jason here. All you have to do is get with your roommate, which will be your team. There's 120 students, and 10 basketball goals in total, so there should be 12 pairs per arena." (A/N: I don't know crap about basketball...) "Now, go!"

"Taylor, come be with me!" I shout. He runs up to me. "Kian, meet Marcus, my roommate. Marcus, meet Kian, my best friend."

"Nice to meet you Kian. Oh my god, is that belt Gucci!?" Marcus asks, pointing towards my belt.

"Oh my god, yes. Is that a channel T-Shirt!?" I ask, pointing towards his shirt.

"Oh my god, it is. We should SO go on a shopping spree after school!" He says. You could tell he was most likely, most definitely, gay

"Yes, we should!" I yell, looking up. Only to see a bright orange object flying towards me.

And I fall right on the floor.

"Oh my god, are you ok!?" Marcus asks, holding his hand out.

"I'm so, so, so, sorry!" Lin replies. "I was trying to get in the basket, but those jerks hit it back!" He adds, fear creeping in his eyes.

I roll my eyes. "It's ok, loser."

Marcus scoffs. "Oh my god, stop being a jerk. Does it matter what how much money someone has? If you're gonna be like that, I'm unfriending you! I'm dating a "low class" and he's the best thing that has ever happened to me!"

"As Jason said, they're ruining our school!" I yell back, a bunch of students looking at Marcus and I.

"Jason is my cousin! Before his mom remarried, he himself was a low class, in love with a high class girl. Then, his stepdad, the former principal, comes along, bringing back millions from being a former CEO and poof here he is!"

"I wish all low life students would die!" I shout, stomping my feet.

Marcus glares at me, as some brown-haired boy runs up to him. "See you heartless jerk. Or so I hope not. Let's go babe." Marcus says, pulling the brunette behind him.

I growl in frustration. High class are supposed to date high class. Not low class. That's what father always told me.

🥀Flashback🥀

"Dad, dad! I made a new friend today!" I exclaim, running towards my dad.

"Really? Tell me more about your friend." Dad says, putting his newspaper down.

"His name is Lin, he's a year younger than I am, and he's a transfer student from South Korea."

"Sounds interesting. Must be pretty rich, moving from South Korea to America, huh?"

"Actually, he got accepted into my school through a scholarship, thus providing the plane tickets and everything."

Dad chuckled darkly. "High classes are of high power and respect. Low classes are our slaves. Its forbidden for a high class to love a low class. Or be friends with them. They bring calamity upon our family. Understood?"

"Yes, father."

🥀

Dad's right. They do bring calamity. He broke my heart, mom and dad divorced, and mother lost her job.

It all happened after I invited him over to my house back in 4th grade.

Who knows what'll happen to me.

"I... I HATE LIN!" I yell, but little did I know,

Lin was right outside the door, trying to hold back his tears.

And he had something in mind...