Lost Smiles.

Chapter 8: Korean buddies.

Claire's POV.

"Ouch!" A ball hit my head.

"Hey." My bag is collected and my books are being scattered. He carries my dairy and tries to open it, good thing it has a lock.

"That's mine! Give it back." I exclaimed.

"Or what?" He smirked which sent shivers to my spine.

By 'he' you must already know my not-so-famous crazy fan; Raymond! Yeah I know I'm famous but I don't brag.

"So on second thought, you can keep it." I smile knowing he can't open it.

"Open it." He snap.

"I..I can't. I'm not with the keys." I mumble.

"Oreo." He scoff and threw my book back at my face and walked away.

"Ha! idiot, I actually like Oreo so the name is cool to me and jokes on you." I said to myself silently as I picked my books, I really enjoyed not coming to school yesterday.

Someone giggles.

I look up to see the culprit, I see a  girl with ivory skin tone, very tiny eyes, very black hair and very small pink lips, which all sum up to the look of an Asian. Yeah I'm amazing.

She bent down and helped me pick my stuff. When we were done I mumbled a thanks and started walking away.

She held my hand.

"Hey. Where are you going."

"Umm I don't know."

"Ok would you like to sit with me for lunch? I'm Xing Bei Wei. Would you like to be my friend?" She said sweetly.

"Are you serious??" Was all I could say.

She nodded twice with a smile.

"Yes. Of course. I'm Claire Mark."

"I know. Every one knows your name."

"Yeah I bet am popular because of Raymond. How convenient." I rolled my eyes.

She giggles again.

"I like you, you're funny. Come, let's go get something to eat." She drags me to the food court.

"I'll have one butter milk and six cupcakes." She smiled at the attendant.

"I'll have one butter milk as well but with six donuts." I smile.

"Nice choice." Bei Wei smile at me.

As we collected our orders, we walked around searching for an empty table. I saw the one I sat in at the day I made an 'enemy' and gesture towards it. Bei Wei pulled me back and shake her head saying no. As we walked further we finally found a free table.

"Why didn't you wanted us to sit there?" I asked as we sat down.

"Because it's reserved for the golden boys." She said as she started eating.

"Golden boys? Do you mean Raymond and his gang?"

"Nah. Raymond is more of a mini god but the golden boys are the gods themselves. I call them the F3."

"As in fuck 3?"

She laughs loudly.

"No silly. It's just a term I got from a movie."

"A movie? That wouldn't be the 'boys before flower:F4', would it?"

"OMG!! You have watched it?! This is so cool." She squeals.