𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐧𝐚𝐞𝐮𝐧 𖤐 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐞𝐫

06: no, she stays with me

"But Kenneth. She doesn't know English. How are you going to talk to her?" Trevor asks. 

"Easy. I ask that Asian looking kid over there. He looks Korean." Kenneth says walking over to that Asian kid that is wearing a red jacket and glasses, "Hey kid. Listen up. You have one week to teach me Korean or I'll break your glasses in half!" He threatens the kid. 

"What the heck? Why me? I don't even know Korean! I'm Chinese!" The kid says, "Teach your yourself Korean." He snaps before walking away from Kenneth. 

Kenneth sighs in disappointment. "Dude. You can't walk up to every Asian kid in this school asking if they are Korean." Trevor says because it's both rude and time consuming. "Forget it. I have a better idea." 

Marcella is waiting outside her classroom for me because the bell rang not too long ago, but I had to use the bathroom so I might be delayed. Marcella is a patient girl and she trusts me, so far. 

"Marcella?" Kenneth says her name walking up to her with that evil smile of his. 

Marcella looks at Kenneth and squints at him, recognizing his face. "You! You were the person that made fun of me today!" She says pulling down a mad frown. 

Kenneth pulls out his phone, "Can you say that again but into the app?" He asks her. 

Marcella didn't understand but by the looks of the app on Kenneth's phone she figured out that it was a translating app, so she repeated what she said before and the app translated it for Kenneth. 

Kenneth nods his head in response to Marcella's statement, 'Yes. And I'm sorry. I should not have judged your doll." He says into the app as it translates it for Marcella this time. 

"Okay fine. I'll accept your apology." She says, being the forgiving person she is. 

Kenneth grins at the translation, "Can I make it up to you?" He asks. 

Marcella listens to the translation, "How?" She responds. 

"By letting you sit with us at lunch. Perhaps we could become friends, you don't have very many of those right?" Kenneth says into the phone. 

Marcella nods her head, "Yes I don't have a lot of friends." She says, fumbling with her fingers. 

Kenneth smiles, "So you'll sit at lunch with me?" He asks. 

"No she will not." I interrupt Marcella and Kenneth's conversation. "You actually have quite the nerve to even be talking to Marcella right now." I say, glaring at him. 

Kenneth rolls his eyes and puts his phone away, "Chill, sassy pants. I came to Marcella to apologize." Kenneth says which made me go wide eyed. Kenneth is a bully. Bullies don't apologize. Especially Kenneth, he even hates the word 'sorry'. 

"Yeah I am not falling for that. What did he say to you?" I ask Marcella. 

"He apologized for making fun of me and wanted to make it up to me by letting me sit with him at lunch." She says. 

I frown finding something suspicious about Kenneth, "She said she won't sit with you." I lie, not trusting him. 

Kenneth crosses his arms, "I may not understand what she's saying but I know she didn't say that. Just let her sit with me." He says. 

"No, she stays with me." I snap, taking Marcella's hand and with me to lunch.

Kenneth clenches his teeth in a bit of anger not thinking his approach would be interrupted. "I am going to need a better approach." He says. "One where Y/n isn't with Marcella."