The bell signaled the end of school. The wild, unruly students cheered, threw their papers in the air, and packed up their belongings immediately. They didn’t even bothering listening to their tiny, bald teacher who was giving instructions for tonight’s homework.
Jungah rolled her eyes as she slung her tattered black backpack over her shoulder. *No one even gives a damn about homework. I don’t know why he even bothers trying.* She strode out of the classroom and spilled into the crowded hallways of Brandnew Stardom High School.
This high school was the lowest of the lowest.
Everyone who was violent, rebellious, stupid, or dirt poor went to this school.
Jungah squeezed through the students to get to her locker.
“Watch where you’re going!” People hissed. Girls shot her malicious looks as she passed by.
As always, Jungah didn’t pay attention to them. She walked up to her tagged locker.
‘’ ‘HATER’ ‘HOT MAMA’ was written all across the locker door.
Jungah twirled the combination, and her locker door spit open. She swung it widely open and tossed her book into the locker.
“Um, excuse me. Your locker door is in the way of my locker. I can’t open mine because of yours.” A girl with orange dyed hair pointed out.
“Does it look like I give a ?” Jungah commented without looking her way.
The girl furrowed her eyebrows. “.” She muttered as she walked away.
*Right back at you.* Jungah slammed her locker door shut and headed towards the exit.
“Hey, y.” One senior with a mohawk winked as she passed by, “What are you doing tonight?”
“Obviously not you.” Jungah growled.
“Ooo!” His friends cracked up. Someone wolf-whistled as she passed by. She didn’t hesitate to shoot him her middle finger.
Jungah almost reached the exit but the school’s jjang Park Wonsuk crossed her path. He grinned, “Hey, hot stuff.”
Jungah stepped to the left, but he blocked her again. Her expression flattened. “Get out of my way, Wonsuk.”
“Ooo, I like it when you call my name like that in your y, husky voice~” He smirked. She glared up at him with her piercing, soulless eyes, “Move. Before I make you.”
Wonsuk laughed and tilted his head, “Ah, Jungah, Jungah~ You never fail to amuse me.”
“You want a good show? Go home, turn on , and yourself.” Jungah stepped to the right, but Wonsuk got in her way again. She clenched her fists in irritation. Her entire body tensed. Jungah gnashed her teeth and flashed him a heated glare, “What the hell is your problem, Park Wonsuk?!”
“My problem is that you’re not falling at my feet like other girls do.” He stated.
“Get a ing grip of yourself. Who do you think you are? God?” Jungah sneered.
“I’m the god of this school.” He smirked.
Jungah shoved past him. Wonsuk grabbed her wrist and yanked her back. “Go out with me this Saturday?”
“My answer is the same. No.” She turned to go, but he held on, “Why not? Why do you always reject me? You think you’re so special?” Jungah strode up to him and looked him boldly right in the eyes.
“You think you’re so special? Wake up and smell reality, Park Wonsuk. You go to Brandnew Stardom High School, and you failed senior year twice. You’re worthless trash like the rest of us. Don’t think that you’re any better. And don’t,” She snarled closely to his lips, “Treat me like the rest of your -bags. I’m not falling for any of your tricks. To me, you’re lower than dirt, and you think with your sick, twisted head below your waist. Just like every other single male in the entire ing universe.” She shoved him backward and eyed him dangerously, “Stop me again, and I’ll gladly break your leg for you so that you can’t go out anywhere this Saturday.” Jungah sauntered away from him.
Wonsuk smirked, both agitated and amused. *Don’t underestimate me, Han Jungah. Park Wonsuk won’t back down so easily. I won’t stop until I have you in my hand.*
“Move it, es.” Jungah hissed. The girls moved out of the way and blinked at her as she walked past them.
“God, I hate her.”
“I wish she was expelled from this school.”
“She thinks she’s so mighty.”
They shook their heads and walked in the opposite direction.
Jungah arrived at her apartment. It was a simple, neat place without much furniture. There was a white couch, table, a normal-sized television (that she didn’t even watch much), a bed, a closet, a desk, and a lamp. It was her home, but it didn’t feel like one at all. She had never felt like she belonged before.
The only sense of comfort she received was when she was with him.
Jungah carelessly tossed her backpack on the sofa. She took off her black and white school uniform and changed into something more comfortable. She walked into the kitchen as she gathered her hair into a high ponytail.
Jungah stopped when she spotted something out of place. Her gaze shifted to the white envelope on the table. *No. Not again.* Jungah snatched the thick envelope and looked inside.
Crisp hundred-dollar bills lay inside. Her stomach sank.
*Woo Jiho, you foolish bastard.*
Jungah tucked the envelope into her pocket and strode out of her home.