chapter two (1/1)

CHAPTER TWObeing called to the principal was never a good sign. why? well because it mostly resulted in you being thrown out of school. i can still remember my last visit at his tacky office, when he politely (not even close) asked me why i got b for sports and then explained he is going to kick me out if that ever happens again. such a nice man, isn't he? however, i was calmly sitting next to luhan (ok that is the lie - there is no such thing as calmly sitting next to luhan) in our english classroom, when it knocked on the door and mis lee (principal's personal secretary) called me on the hallway and told me the principal wanted to speak with me. you can believe i suddenly became really nervous. i didn't get any bad marks in the past couple of months, so why the hell old man demanded to see me?i slowly dragged myself in the direction of devil's office, while anxiously thinking about what i could have done wrong. maybe that was the kings's (you know, the evil maniacs.) fault, maybe they decided they had enough of me and bribed the principal into kicking me out. yes that was probably it. "sit down do kyungsoo." ordered the old devil as soon as i steped into his office. i followed his order and reluctantly placed myself onto the very uncomfortable wooden chair in front of his desk."why did you wanted to see me?" i asked carefully after the long minute of silence. principal sent me one his ugliest looks, before he finally opened his mouth to speak. "i called you here because mis kim said the art class needed more members."art class. he wanted me to attend the fucking art class. why was this happening to me? "as you know..." he continued "... the art class is a big deal on our school." well that was true. i don't really know why they call it art class though, after all people who attend it don't just paint and make sculptures, but also write and organise mindblowing scool dances and parties. or in another words; art club (or class, whatever) wasn't for luzers but for people who were popular. which meant i cleary didn't belong there."yes..." i stuttered in response. "but... can't you find someone else? i'm not much of an artist." "looks like i didn't make myself enough clear." sighed the devil and gave me a stern look. "you don't have a choice."....."oh you are so dead." smiled luhan when i told him about the art club.  i gritted my teeth in anger. bloody sadist, always enjoyning my suffering. why do i keep telling him stuff?"tell me about it." i groaned. "i really don't know why he picked me.""maybe because you can see ghosts?" suggested luhan, his lips suddenly curled into evil smile."yes that is definitely it. they probably just want to make sure that there is no ghosts watching them work." i rolled my eyes at him and at his teriblle sense of logic. .....guess when was the first meeting of art club in the school year? yes that's right, on THAT monday right after school. and the place of meeting? the great ball room (i go to the school for rich remember? of course they cannot survive without a ball room) in the second floor. luhan was really nice, he even accompanied me to the first floor where he wished me luck and promised he'll make sure my coffin won't be brown (i absolutely hate brown colour - don't judge me), which was quite considerate of him, even though i would have definitely appreciated if he hadn't acted like i was already dead.before i opened the big spiral decorated door, i nervously sighed. i had the feeling this wasn't going to end well.when i finally collected enough courage to make a reluctant step into the room, about twenty faces turned to look at me. i could see a lot of shock, a lot of anger, a lot of disgust and even some amusement. i gulped and slowly paced towards the teacher - mis kim - while i severely tried not to blush. and i acctualy succeded - but only because some ghosts i saw at the corner of the room, managed to scare the hell out of me. "i'm here because the principal sent me." i said monotonously - and quietly - when i was about two meters away from mis kim.she gave me a quick nod and gestured me to sit down. i followed her order and carefully placed myself beside the wall, as far away from others (and the ghosts) as i possibly could."let's start the meeting." said mis kim about three minutes later. "as many of you already know, we always work on our projects in pairs."i supressed the sudden urge to groan. pairs? seriously? now i was screwed for sure."this year principal asked me to choose pairs by myself." she continued. the whole class groaned - no one looked too happy about the old devil's decision. but i, on the other hand, suddenly didn't dislike him as much as i did before."i'm sorry." said mis kim, before starting to assign pairs.guess what were her first words."do kyungsoo and kim jongin."can life get even more wonderful?