Dara was running frantically along the empty hallways of the school. It was already 6 pm and most of the teachers and students were already out of sight. Only the cleaning staff and a handful of teachers were still at school. She slammed each door on her grade's floor -- the senior department -- and looked through every desk and every shelf that was a mile radius from her. 

"." she hissed. 

She was looking for her notebook. But not just any notebook. It was sort of like her diary. It's the only thing that was keeping her sane since her ridiculous goody-two-shoes persona that everyone dawned on her was taking a huge toll on her patience. She wrote all her thoughts on that notebook, her grudges on people, her hatred towards almost everyone, her 'hit list', and a million more reasons that would shatter her good reputation. 

"Oh god, why are you being like this?" she whined.

That was the last room on the senior's floor. She never went in any other department other than hers. She slumped down on a chair and began re-thinking her life decisions. 

"Well, I'm ed." 

She decided to give up on looking for that godforsaken burn book and head back to her class and get her backpack. She opened her class' door and unconsciously curled her fists into ball so tight that it made her feel the early stages of arthritis. She closed her eyes and inhaled and exhaled audibly to try to calm her nerves. She then strided to the guy who sat with his legs perched up on a desk as he casually read a very familiar looking notebook. Dara was already standing next to him but his eyes were still fixed on her notebook. She cleared to get his attention. He glanced at her lazily and went back to reading. She smirked and let out a bitter laugh which finally got his attention. 

"That's a pretty interesting book isn't it, Kwon Jiyong?" she said in the calmest voice that she could muster.

"Yeah, I wonder who wrote it? Surely it's not the ever so kind-hearted student body president's doing." he said monotonously as he skimmed through the pages. "Oh no, we can't have that. It's impossible." 

Dara, who was now seething in anger, suddenly grabbed Jiyong's collar and put her face close to his. Their faces were only a pinky apart. She was practically breathing fire on his face. She remained quiet while giving him deadly glares, and he was just staring at her. 

"Open that mouth again, face. And I swear I'll you up so much that you won't live to see your next generation." her grip on his collar got tighter and she saw him flinch which made her smirk. 

"D-d-d--Don't hurt me..." she heard him mumble. 

She looked at him confusedly for a solid minute. When she saw his lips start to quiver and his eyes start to well up, she instinctively let go and back away. Jiyong curled himself on his seat and began to bawl while muttering apologies and prayers. 

What the is going on? Dara thought to herself. 

"Please, don't hurt me." he looked up to her with tears on his face. He looked like a little kid who was getting reprimanded by his mom. His face looked soft and his eyes stared at her pleadingly.

Dara ran her hand through her hair not knowing what to do in this situation. What would you do when the most feared person in school cries in front of you and begs you to spare him? This sure was amusing but she can't help to feel a pang of guilt seeing a guy cry in front of her. She discreetly grabbed her phone in her skirt pocket and took a short video of the still-bawling dragon that still had her burn book in his hands. She smiled at her phone knowing that she has something to blackmail him with now. She mentally patted herself in the back and cleared again to get his attention. 

"Fine, I won't do anything to you. Just give me back my notebook." 

Jiyong lightly nodded his head and immediately gave her back her notebook. He started to wipe his tears and straighten up. Gone was the seemingly broken little boy who curled himself up in a ball. The dragon quickly reverted himself back to his cool and calm exterior equipped with a menacing aura. 

"That was quite a show you put up there, Kwon."

Dara saw Jiyong pulled out his phone and started fiddling with it. 

"'D-d-don't hurt me please'" she mocked. "That was golden! I'm glad that I got that on video!" 

"Open that mouth again, face. And I swear I'll you up so much that you won't live to see your next generation." Jiyong put his spare hand in his pocket as he held his phone which was playing what he recorded earlier. 

"Oh no you didn't." Dara gripped on her book. Anger was building up inside her again and Jiyong sensed that. He hurriedly put his phone away and began to fidget, feeling Dara shoot straight daggers at him.

She slowly went towards the clearly nervous Jiyong and trapped him in his seat. 

"Listen closely now. I won't say this again. You have a thing that'll ruin my reputation, and I have a thing that'll ruin yours. Let's make a truce, alright? We will never make use of this evidence but we will still keep it just in case. Do you understand?" she said slowly, almost tauntingly. When she didn't hear a response from him, she let out a big sigh. "I said, DO. YOU. UNDERSTAND?" she yelled in his face. 

Tears were appearing again in his eyes. He nodded at her fervently while trying to control his emotions. 

"Good. This is a secret between us. If I see or hear you talking about what you saw in the book or what I did to you," she leaned closer to him and looked at him straight in the eye. "I'll tear you limb from limb and make you eat yourself." 

"B-bu-but I'm vegetarian..." it came out as a whisper. 

"Then, even better." 

They heard shuffling from the other side of the door, and the two instinctively straightened up and tried to act as normal as they can. Dara was fixing her bag while Jiyong pretended to take a nap. They saw the door opening, revealing their homeroom teacher. Yes, they were in the same class. How fortunate for both of them. 

"Dara, Jiyong, what are you two still doing here? It's almost 7 pm. Go on now. You wouldn't want to worry your families." Their teacher looked at Jiyong knowingly and he just shrugged. Meanwhile Dara was looking apologetically at the teacher while smiling at him. 

"Yes, Mr. Han. We'll be out in a moment." 

Their teacher nodded at them and left the classroom. Dara looked back at Jiyong who was playing with his hand nervously on his chair. She walked towards him to scare him for her amusement. But since her lady luck was on her side today, she tripped on an invisible brick and fell on top of Jiyong. And by that meaning, with his lips on top of hers. You know, like in those animes. They remained rooted with their lips on one another due to shock. But after 10 seconds, they quickly pushed each other away and removed each other's cooties from their lips. Dara heard sobbing and sniffing. She looked back and saw Jiyong crying again while holding on to his lips dramatically.

"That was my first kiss!!!" he sobbed louder. "I was saving that for my wedding!"

"What are you a girl? Wait... ! That was my first kiss too! I'm gonna ing kill you!!!" she strode towards him and grabbed his neck, choking him while he was still crying. What a combination.

"WHAT'S WITH ALL THIS RACKET?! The classroom door suddenly slammed open revealing an angry, balding man by the name of Mr. Han

The two momentarily stopped what they were doing. Due to their panic and close proximity, the two decided to kiss once again to distract their angry adviser. The awkward kiss, became a soft one, and then it became a hungry one. Dara's hands began to travel on the back of Jiyong's head, pushing him more towards her. And Jiyong's hands began to crawl down to Dara's waist, trapping her in an embrace. After a while they began to realize what was happening, and quickly let each other go. They darted their eyes to the door and found that Mr. Han had already left. The awkward air was thick, and no one dared to speak a word. The two silently got their bags and went to the door. They walked silently side by side up until they reached the school gates. The glanced at each other before going in their separate ways. 

"I'll see you tomorrow. Have a good night, Jiyong"

"Mmmh. Stay safe. It's dark."