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»»----- Chapter 7 -----««

Last chapter recap:

All three of us whip our heads towards the direction. "Pigs are born from pigs." One of the twiddle-dumbs states. "Was she even happy giving birth to him? Haha, crazy." Said the other.

"I would've had an abortion."

That statement broke me. It sent shivers down my spine. Perhaps it hit a little too close to home. Shaking my thoughts off of family matters, I look back at Hyung Suk in amazement as he speaks up for the first time.

"You guys have gone too far."

He almost sneers the words out in disgust.

.•:* *:•.

The entire class goes dead silent. You can almost hear a pin drop. What. is. happening-- I look around, looking more bewildered and confused than anyone else. The twiddles (my new nickname for them) flinch in shock.

Jae Yeol dropped his palm that was holding his head, looking intrigued. Ha Neul and Mi Jin share the same impressed shock that all the other girls in the classroom carried along with them. I slowly peer towards Jin Sung.

He's biting his lip in anger. An action that makes me sweat in nervousness. I look at Jae Yeol, requesting help if need be with the use of my eyes and (hopefully) telepathic ways to tell him 'If Hyung Suk is in any way, shape or form ABOUT to get beaten up, PLEASE protect him'.

"Hey." Jin Sung kicks his desk away with his feet, landing in front of Mi Jin and I. He looks so filled with hate towards Hyung Suk. "You're so funny. You know that?" He says, voice dripping with venom.

"Get up, worm." He stands up, sauntering towards Hyung Suk. "There's a fight in the fashion department!" One of our classmates ran out, sharing the news with the school. Within due time, all the other classes were filing in front of our class, no teacher in sight as the students yell out who they think will win.

"Oooh! The new guy's so handsome~!" One girl from the outside coos out, the rest nodding along with her. "Oh my god! That's Lee Jin Sung! The one with the lightning hands!" The guys of the crowd shout out in anticipation.

Biting my nails, I instinctively reach towards the coffee packet, ripping the contents out and into the hot water in an extra water bottle I carry around. Drinking at least half of the contents (without bothering too stir it, mind you), my anxieties lowering bit by bit. I stare at Hyung Suk. Was it pity that I felt? No. I have to believe that he'd be able to hold his own if he was confident enough to say what he said.

Breaking off the small nail bit, I think again. I mean, Jae Yeol will come to the rescue, right? I stare at Jae Yeol. With one look in my direction, he gets up. I could've I just blinked as Jin Sung said "Come at me, wuss!", but next thing I know, Jae Yeol was holding off Jin Sung with one hand.

"What's Jae Yeol doing?"

"Is he standing up for the new guy?"