Chapter 4
A Hateful Kind of Love
EunHyuk's POV
Hmmm. That wasn't at all rude in any way. Ahh~ Who does this thick-headed, horse-faced, sour-attitude having think he is exactly? I swear he he makes my blood boil! He seems like the type of person to ruin all your plans and goal simply by insulting you. Kind of like a party killer, yeah? He's similar to DongHae in a sense, only a hella more annoying. I mean, sometimes DongHae can be a buzzkill- who am I kidding, he is a complete buzzkill, but something about him just throws me off the bridge a bit. Something that HeeChul isn't able to do. Thank God.
I whipped out my phone and dialed my mother's number. HeeChul hasn't necessarily given me quite enough information except for how 'perfect' he thinks he is, so I'm going to have to take a closer look.
"Yobose-"
"Mom! Have you already arrived at the school already?
"Yes, I'm here now."
"Great, can you find a file for me on one of the students?"
"Lee HyukJae. I am not your personal slave. You can't just go around requesting files for random students."
"But, umma~! This is important!"
"How important?"
"Uhh... How about-"
"Goodbye, HyukJae."
"But, mo-ugghh! Mom~." Since when the hell did she stop giving me what I want? I swear, parents now and days. Tsk Tsk.
I called my mother because she was an assistant at this very 'education center' as she likes to call it. The primary reason I go scot free with a great deal of the problems I've caused in this school. She seemed to be cracking down much harder on me these most recent weeks, though, for some understanding I'm unable to even guess of. I haven't questioned her doings yet.
Hmmm. Should I just go tease HeeChul some more? Maybe he'll tell me something else if I'm annoying enough. Luckily for him, being a pain in the is my specialty.
I scurried out the classroom door and gazed down the hallways. At the end of one way, two figures tiredly arguing with one another could be made out. I ran. Faster than I probably should have because the moment I was a meter behind them, I tripped and slammed my face against the tiled floors. Ouch.
I think I've made a new record on the amount of times a person can bleed from the face by falling various times in one week.
"What the he- Oh, God, it's you again. C'mon, HeeHae, let's go before he infects us with his stupid."
"No, HeeChul, he looks really hurt." DongHae squatted near my face and I swear I was in heaven for at least 6 seconds. I mean, my face hurt like you couldn't believe, but that was nearly the last thing on my mind.
"Aish, HeeHae, you're too sweet for your own good." HeeChul said in his aggravated voice. I abruptly stood up, earning myself a humongous headache.
"Ah, ah, ah~. Oka-okay. I'm fine, if you're wondering."
"I wasn't."
"I wasn't telling you, I was telling DongHae. I don't really care about your opinion, HeeChul." I spat. He just wasn't able to stop, could he? I'm nearly sure my entire face was red at this point.
"Well, I'm sorry that you don't care about my opinion, HyukJae, but I honestly doubt anyone gives a damn about yours."
"Oh, you think you're so good, don't-"
"Yes, I do!"
"Oh, God, 'HeeChul Sunbaenim'", I said, mockingly. "You're lucky I even remember your stupid name!"
"Why are you getting so -hurt over this, huh?"
"I'm not. I just don't think that you're being quite nice to me."
"Ugh, why don't you go learn how to throw a freaking baseball with your father or something?" He snorted.
At the remark, I felt a thick film of tears coat my eyes.
"I don't have a father, okay?!" I yelled at him before I ran away. I didn't even know where I was going. I just wanted to get away from him.
I know it's bad but I tried my hardest!
I promise that I'll do better next chapter, okay? Don't hate me, please?
DAMN YOU, RANDOM UNSUBSCRIBER! I FINALLY UPDATE AND THEN YOU DO THIS?!? WAE?!! Lol. Jk jk.
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