On Monday, Kris returned to school. His weekend had been less busy than usual. He had gotten a few dealings done with other drug gangs, but he still hadn’t found out who was formulating drugs with Cold Dragon’s recipes.
Kris entered the classroom. Jungah was already sitting in her seat. She was sullenly looking out the window with one earphone in her ear. *She looks even more pissed off today. Is this girl ever happy?* Kris wondered as he approached his desk and sat next to her.
Jungah knew he was there and furrowed his eyebrows in distaste. *He still didn’t get the message. Well you, exchange student.*
Mr. Kim entered the classroom, and class began after much pleading from him.
The day dragged by until it was finally lunch. Kris skipped lunch and went to see if there were any potheads lying around. He stopped when he saw Jungah in front of her locker. It was wide open, but she wasn’t doing anything with it besides staring. *What is she doing out here when everyone else is eating inside?*
Jungah stared at her messy locker that was just as muddled as her mind at that moment. Obviously, she hadn’t seen him spying on her. Jungah checked her phone. Over the rest of the weekend, she had received a total of 7 phone calls, 3 text messages, and 2 voice mails from Zico.
None of them she had replied to. She didn’t even listen to his voice, which she longed achingly to hear again.
Jungah took out her phone and stared at it for the umpteenth time. She shut her locker door with her gaze focused on the screen. *Maybe I should check…what if it was an emergency?* Jungah turned to go, but someone crashed into her, and her phone went sailing onto the ground. It smashed into the ground and an ugly crack shot across the screen. Jungah stared at it with wide eyes. Kris straightened up but didn’t go any further.
“Watch it.” A girl with purple streaks across her hair tossed her hair back and promenaded by with her friends.
Jungah, of course, didn’t let that go. She went after her, and grabbed her arm. The girl spun around with an annoyed look, “What?” Her friends snorted and griped about the wait. “Pick it up.” Jungah ordered.
“Muh?!” The girl asked in outrage.
“Pick up my phone.” Jungah looked into her eyes, “You dropped it. So you pick it up.”
“You wish.” The girl snorted. She yelled in pain as Jungah squeezed her wrist. “Pick it up now!”
“Aish, you ! Let her go!” One of the girls shoved her. Jungah staggered backwards, and her foot smashed into the phone. The crack deepened. She gritted her teeth in anger. “Look what you did.”
“You stepped on it, not me.” The girl snapped.
A bigger girl poked Jungah’s shoulder, “Why don’t you just pick up your goddamn phone with your own hand and go your own ing lonely way?” Jungah shot the girl a daring look, “Get your hand off of me.” “What are you going to do if I don’t want to, huh? HUH?!” The big girl poked her harder so that it was more of a shove now.
*That’s it. This begged for it.* Jungah grabbed her writ and twisted it almost 360 degrees. She screamed in pain, and Jungah kicked her back.
“You hoe!” One of the girls reached for her, but Jungah swiped her hand away and grabbed her by the throat. Jungah slammed her into the wall with a fiery glare.
Kris was stunned at how a female could fight so violently. He had never seen a girl fight like a man before. He was shocked but at the same time impressed. Jungah was flung backwards, and her body slammed into the locker. The fight became out of hand.
*Five against one. That’s unfair.* Kris didn’t know why, but he felt a burning desire to help the feisty girl. She annoyed him to the extreme, but she intrigued him even more and something in his heart told him that he didn’t want to see her hurt.
However, before he could step in, the teachers came running out. “BREAK IT UP! ALL OF YOU! LEE HAEWON! JUNG DABIN! YOO JINA! JANG MIRA! PARK TAERA! HAN JUNGAH! REPORT TO THE PRINCIPAL’S OFFICE THIS INSTANT!”
The parents and guardians of the girls had been contacted and escorted off campus.
Jungah was the last one left. She was sitting with her body reclining against the seat, and her head lowered. Her mind was blank, and her body felt numb. The door swung open and a tall, lean figure stepped inside. Jungah looked up and her eyes widened. She straightened up and stared at him.
Zico didn’t say anything. He just assessed the damage on her face. *One bruised cheek and a split lip. Not as bad as last time.* Zico walked up to the secretary, “Hi, Mrs. Lee.”
She shook her head with a cluck of her tongue, “Back again, Zico?” “Yes, mam! I’m here to free my Jungie Jungie~!” He saluted.
The secretary scowled, “You were always a troublemaker as well.” She held out a piece of paper, “Sign here.”
Zico swiftly left his signature, and she slapped the folder closed. “Can I take Jungah home now?”
The secretary curtly nodded.
“Thanks, Mrs. Lee.” Zico gave her a charming smile then glanced back at Jungah. She quickly avoided his gaze. Her cheeks reddened in shame. Zico held out his hand, “Come on.” Jungah paused for a couple seconds before taking his hand. Zico gave it a strong, comforting squeeze as he pulled her up. They headed towards the door together.
“Han Jungah.” The secretary called. Both Zico and Jungah turned around. “Last chance. Don’t get into another fight, or you will be suspended.” She warned. Jungah looked away. Zico placed his hands on her shoulders and smiled, “Don’t worry, Mrs. Lee. Jungah is a good girl. She just had a bad day.”
“Right.” The secretary muttered, hardly believing him.
“Have a good day!” Zico waved and pulled Jungah out of the office.
Kris had been waiting by the office the entire time. He had strangely grown curious and concerned for Jungah and waited to see if she would be liberated any moment. The office door opened. Kris pushed himself off the locker and expectantly looked up. Jungah came out, and his heart sagged in relief.
However, a new character, a tall male in a black jacket and baggy jeans, appeared behind her.
“Come on, Jungah.” Zico nodded. She sighed and followed him. He glanced back, put his arm around her shoulders, and led her out of the school.
Kris watched them in puzzlement. *Who is that guy? Does she have a boyfriend already?* The bell rang. He glanced once more at Jungah and Zico then disappeared.
Zico opened the passenger door of his black beat-up car. Jungah stepped inside, and he shut the door after her. Zico went around the car, stepped into the driver’s seat, and sped off. Jungah studied his normal expression. *Is he mad? Disappointed? Indifferent? What the hell is he thinking?*
“Quit staring, Jungah. I’m shy.” Zico chuckled as he switched lanes.
“…Aren’t you going to yell at me?” She asked. “Yell? Why would I do that?” He asked, genuinely confused.
“Because I got into trouble!” She blurted. He chuckled, “Jungah, everyone gets into trouble. I went to the principal’s office every single day when I was in high school. It’s no big deal.” Zico gave her a smile with a casual shrug. Jungah stared at the glove compartment in disbelief.
He cast her a worried look, “Are you concerned with what the secretary said? Don’t bother. Who cares what she says? If you kick , he or she probably deserved it. So what if you get suspended? That’s a good excuse for a vacation.” She looked out the window with a flat expression.
“…But I am curious. Why did you get into a fight this time?” Zico glimpsed at her.
“es cracked my phone.” Jungah muttered.
“No way. Let me see it.” Zico held out his hand. Jungah glumly put her destroyed phone in it. Zico stopped at a red light and checked the phone. “Ehh…it’s not too bad. I bet you did worse to the es’ faces. Poor girls. Must be scarred for life.” He chuckled then glanced at her. “I bet this isn’t why you avoided my calls though.”
Jungah stiffened. “I was worried, Jungah.” Zico sighed. *I was heartbroken.* She thought.
“Next time, answer please. Or at least text me back and cuss me out. It makes me anxious when I can’t check up on you.” He glanced at her uneasily, “So answer next time, all right?” “Whatever.” Jungah muttered.
Zico gave her a small smile. He knew what she was thinking and felt bad that he couldn’t comfort her better.
Zico braked in front of her apartment. Jungah grabbed her backpack and reached for her phone, but he held it away. “I’ll fix the screen and return it back to you by tonight.”
“I can take it myself-“
“Tonight.” Zico gave her a look with shiny eyes.
“Suit yourself.” Jungah mumbled and got out of the car. She headed up the stone steps, stopped, and looked back.
Zico blinked at her a few times then his lips curved into a smile. She raised an eyebrow, and he broke into laughter.
“Bye, bye Jungie Jungie~” Zico waved and drove off.
Jungah’s expression softened. *Bye, Zico…Be safe.* She knows she shouldn’t be, but she was happy that she would be able to see him again tonight.