"Guys, there's something going on in the parking area." One of the students shouted, and we all followed in sync, and I found myself in the parking lot, watching two very familiar boys throwing punches at each other, yet again. "Hyunjin, come on!" One of his friends, Minho shouted, but Hyunjin paid no attention to him. "Ha, fucker, can't even throw a fucking punch!" He laughed manically, before he was thrown to the ground. "Donghyuck you can't kill him." Renjun spoke in a sing-song voice and it was obvious: he was edging him on. What I didn't understand was why he couldn't keep his hands to himself?
I found Na-eun crying in the corner, sobs shaking her, and my other two friends surrounding her in the corner. I bit back the frustration that was building up in my stomach and turned back to the fighting boys. The teachers were starting to show up now and the boys were pulled back hastily, still growling at each other. "How dare you, how dare you break up with her and act all nice and mighty? You fucking-" "Language, Mr. Hwang!" One of the teachers grabbed Hyunjin's collar and he shut up. "Because I'm fucking better than you that's why." Donghyuck smirked. "Again, Mr. Lee, Language." The same teacher shot Donghyuck a glare that he ignored.
"Miss Na, I need you to come with me." A teacher tugged on my sleeve and I turned to her in shock. "Me?" The color fell from my face and the teacher nodded grimly. "You're not in trouble, Hye-jin." My Economics gave me a comforting smile; one that I returned. "But I am?" Donghyuck spit out, and I met his eyes, looking away quickly. "Yes, Mr. Lee, you are." The male teacher replied gruffly, urging him to walk faster.
"A certain someone reported that you three were in a certain club a few nights ago." I closed my eyes, taking a deep sigh and leaning back in my chair. Who the fuck snitched? "And who is that someone?" Donghyuck growled out, and the teacher gave him a hard look. "That's private, Mr. Lee." "Why the fuck does that matter? It wasn't on school grounds!" Hyunjin yelled out. "You're right, Mr. Hwang. But unfortunately, Miss Na, can you say something about their fight? You were there, right?" All their gazes turned to me and I felt a sudden pressure on my back. "Say what?" I asked meekly. Donghyuck scoffed. "I don't know, maybe about how I almost fucking punched him to death because he couldn't defend himself." I took a deep breath, swallowing thickly.
"Nothing too drastic happened, Mr. Kim." I finally spoke and it seemed that the teachers were very disappointed with my answer. "What does 'nothing too drastic' mean, Miss Na?" One of the teachers demanded. "I mean, the wounds, the bruises, they weren't that bad." And I fucking cleaned yours up. Mr. Kim tapped his pen on the table and let out a deep sigh. "Miss Na, I need you to cooperate with us, please." "I am, sir. I'm just saying what I saw, sir."
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"Hey, you're cute and not a fucking snitch. Wanna go out sometime?" Hyunjin asked cheekily. "No thanks, Hyunjin." I smiled back sarcastically. "Of course you don't." He sighed deeply. "None of the good girls want to anymore. But don't play into Lee's facade too much, alright? He's a fucking liar." That's the second time I've heard that. "Fuck off, Hwang. And you're assuming she's a good girl, which she isn't." At this, Hyunjin's eyebrows raised and I swear he was looking straight at the bruise that was on my neck a few days ago; it was gone now. "You're not a virgin?" He deadpanned. "I am, actually." I clenched my jaw. "See, Lee? She's not interested in you, I bet you guys haven't even kissed."
