chapter 3 » punishment (1/1)

Embarrassment. Fury. Shock. And a little bit of stinging from a busted lip. Many overwhelmingly negative thoughts clouded Jongin's mind as he sat with his enemy in the waiting room of the principal's office - of course, they'd both chosen to sit as far apart from one another as possible. The last time Jongin had glanced up at Sehun, he'd seen him wearing a proud, smug smirk which made his blood boil furiously. How could he even be proud after what he'd gotten them into? Ridiculous. It's all his fault! That's what Jongin had his mind set on. If Sehun hadn't been so immature, none of this would have happened! But then again, he himself had started the dispute in the first place. Smiling slightly to himself, Jongin was glad that he had at least managed to irk the usually arrogant Sehun. But then, why did he also feel so affected by this?  Shaking his head, the tanned boy lifted his head to risk another glance at Sehun, only to find the younger staring straight back at him with an unreadable, stoic expression that gave none of his thoughts away. Snarling at him, Jongin opened his mouth to ask him just who the fuck he thought he was, when a crying girl exited the principal's office; one that they both instantly realised as Kim Olivia, the new transfer student from the year below. Sehun's girlfriend. Or, now, ex-girlfriend.  Sehun's eyes widened, and he instantly looked away when the girl sent a disgusted look at him. Jongin grinned wider; his rumour had indeed taken affect. He felt proud of himself, yet, why did his stomach turn with an unfamiliar feeling when he saw the heartbroken look in Sehun's gaze?  His thoughts were interrupted by the door of the office re-opening to reveal the principal standing there, his expression less than amused as he beckoned the two in with a tilt of his head. The teens followed hesitantly, entering the office to sit on one of the seats on the other side of the principal's desk. They both dreaded whatever punishment was heading there way. Looking around, the two took in there surroundings that created a formal and intimidating atmosphere: the decor was minimalistic and plain, mainly greys and whites, with accents of angry red in lamps, photo frames and folders that lined the desk. A silver name plate sat on the desk, displaying 'Principal Ahn' with an immaculate shine. “I'm not at all impressed.” The principal started, scanning over the spoiled uniforms and injuries.  Wow, no shit sherlock. “Do you think that school is the kind of place for your immature fights?” He exhaled heavily through his nose when he received no reply from either of the students. “Well? Do you?” He repeated, making Sehun jump slightly at his much harsher tone that cut through the tension in the air like a knife. “No, sir.” They both said hurriedly, standing and bowing a full ninety degrees in respect before sitting down. “That's more like it.” The middle-aged man began again. “Now, I have heard what caused this fight. Care to explain fur