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Misunderstood

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Seonghwa...

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     People saw you as the violent rebel in your school. The reason they saw you as this, was simply because you didn't put up with anyone's shit.

Be it boy or girl, you weren't afraid to fight them. You easily took down the school's queen bitch and her squad- with hardly a scratch on you.

You're very small and flexible, so you can get around them quicker than they can even turn around. It's really an advantage to you.

You hear the loud beeping of the school bell and take your headphones off of your head.

"There will be a new student. I expect everyone to treat him with utmost respect and to be on their best behavior."

The announcement calls out. Everyone in the school starts whispering and sending you looks. The school was currently at lunch, but you were sitting against the wall listening to music.

You liked to stay alone. And your reputation, along with your dark clothing, piercings, and tattoo help with that matter. You look up right in time to lock eyes with a girl.

She makes a disgusted face at you, but you just roll your eyes and go back to your music, lifting the hood of your jacket over your head.

Later that day during gym class, it's announced that the new student has arrived. You ignore it and go back to punching the sandbag. You hear the whole room erupt in whispers and gasps from the girls but you think nothing of it.

You walk over to your bag and pick up your water, drinking some of it. As you put the water bottle down, you see a boy walking over to you. He's fairly tall and has dark hair. He's extremely good looking. He smiles brightly at you.

You turn around, ignoring him and go back to hitting the sandbag. You had expected him to go away, but he comes closer. "Hello. It's nice to meet you. My name is Park Seonghwa. You must be Song y/n?" he asks you.

You don't even look at him. "Lucky guess. What's it to you?" you ask. H e chuckles. "I was warned to stay away from you. That you're violent. I can see what they mean. But I don't take orders from anyone." he said as he sat down.

You look over to him. His eyes are fixed on you. You wipe away the beads of sweat rolling down your face with your gym towel and sit next to him.

"So. What do you want with me?" you sass. He smiles warmly.

"What I want.. Is a friend that understands people see you as violent. They obviously haven't taken the time to talk to you. And if they find out who I really am, they are going to not see me as a person and treat me differently" he confesses.

You look over to him and can tell that he's serious. You were not used to this. You didn't know what it meant to have friends. The last time you had a friend was a few years ago, but she killed herself because of hate letters she was receiving.

You smile softly to the boy. "I like that idea. It will be good to have a friend." you said. He brings you in for a hug, receiving gasps from all the girls. But he didn't care. He had you.