chapter four (1/1)

CHAPTER FOURi couldn't sleep that night. firstly because i was way too woried, nervous and - i admit - a little scared, and secondly because i got a visit from park brat. which was - you can believe me - a very VERY unexpected surprise. so unexepted that i actually screamed (luckly not very loudly) when she suddenly appeared in the corner of my room, and then needed about three minutes to stop shaking."what the hell?" i hissed. "you almost gave me a heart attack. and what are you even doing here?" shock i felt a minute ago was slowly replaced by an anger. it's true i hadn't been sleeping but that still didn't meant i approved of her - very much - unexpected visit."i'm sorry." she said with voice that cleary implied she wasn't sorry at all. i seriously considered throwing the book that lay on the floor beside my bed in her face. the only reason i didn't was because that kind of action wouldn't hurt her at all - the book would simply go through her.i glanced at the alarm clock. 1:30 - perfect, just perfect. "did you get bored and thought i would be a perfect cure for that?" i asked with venom in my voice. gosh, the park brat really did need to learn some manners - not that i didn't realise that before."no, i came to warn you." she said resentfully, crossing her arms and pursing her lips in frustration. "but if you don't want to hear it i will leave right away."i just stared at her, a bit shocked by what she said. she came to warn me? about what? and why would such a spoiled kid do something so selfless in the first place? it was honestly much more possible she was here only to help me lose my nerves. "about what?" i aked suspiciously, my big eyes suddenly narrowed. "ah so you do want to know." she purred in amusement while keeping her look fixed on her manicured nails. her mood had changed from frustrated to amused way too quickly, and that honestly scared me. i solemnly started to wonder if she was perhaps a psyhopath. i heard that kind of behavior was quite normal in their midst."yes i obviously do want to know." i groaned."do you know who lee chunghoo is?" she asked. lee chunghoo? name didn't ring a bell. i slowly shook my head, wondering what was she trying to tell me. "he is lee hyunki's son, i believe you do know him right?"i nodded, everyone knew one of the most successful - and therefore also rich - man in korea. "well, lee chunghoo goes to the same school as you." she continued."i figured that out by myself." i snaped, slowly losing my patience. when was she going to get to the point if ever? her stalling made me even more suspicious of her motives than i already was."he hates smart people, so he often bully them. and yes, i think you caught his attention yesterday when you attended art class meeting. so, he is probaly going to beat the shit out of you very soon. i came to tell you to be carefull and you know, don't walk around alone."she disapperead before i could even respond to her words. .....when i walked into the kitchen, chanyeol was - suprisingly - already there, sleepily sitting by the table and slowly eating cerials. "you look terrible" he observed. "and you're up early."i ignored his comment about my look (he was right though - i didn't sleep much so i had really big dark circles under my eyes, and my skin was even paler than usual.) and rather focused on his next words."said the guy who normally gets his ass out of bed a couple minutes before the start of first period. what the hell happened to you?" i wondered with slightly raised eyebrows."i did get up pretty early yesterday you know?" he pouts. "and nothing happened to me." he added and then slightly shrugged.i was pretty sure he was lying, but didn't say that out loud. he wouldn't tell me anyway. so i just turned away and started to make myself breakfast. i wasn't really hungry but i knew i had to eat something."why are you up so early?" he asked after minute of silence."i have to see mis. park. something about extra homework i think. i don't know, she wasn't very specific." i explained."typical."  .....the school hallways were completely empty that early in the morning (well, if i don't count a ghost of some old man, sitting on the window sill. he looked at me and i tried my best to pretend he didn't exist). i was slowly pacing in the direction of my locker, when someone suddenly grabed my collar and slammed me into a wall. kim jongin, who else.i was way too surprised to be actually capable of saying anything, so i just stared at him in shock."well." he said mockingly. "now that we are partners we should probably set some rules don't you think?"i just nodded weakly."good." he stated. "first thing you have to remember is that we are never, never going to be friends. don't talk to me when we're not at the art club meeting, actually don't even look at me, and when we are at the meeting do exactly what i want you to do. understand?" i pursed my lips into thin line. bloody bastard, thinking he is so much better than me."don't worry, i don't do friendship with morons who think they're the center of the world. and i definitelly don't plan on speaking with you - or looking at your ugly face. firstly because i have much better things to do and secondly because only the sight of you makes me feel nauseous. thirdly i am not your slave so i'm most certainly not going to do what you want me to." for a moment i thought he was going to hit me, but then he just smiled and let go of me. "we'll see about that, freak." was all he said before he turned and walked away.