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CHAPTER TWO

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Lee Byunghun entered the classroom, face blank and revealing nothing. It was the third day since he enrolled. He scanned the area swiftly, and ignored whatever stares and 'inconspicuous' winks he got from his classmates. He had experienced nearly the exact same thing -  even from guys - when making his way to the room.

It was beginning to annoy him.

Of course, he knew he was 'good-looking',' from Heaven itself', 'a gift from angels' and 'just plain y'. He should have expected to receive such attention - and he did. Still, he found he wasn't too much of a fan of it.

In fact, he never was. He thought it 'invaded' his privacy too much. Even in the States, he was fawned upon by nearly everyone for his 'exotic' appearance. Now, in Korea, he was going through similar treatment.

Holding back a grimance, he briefly nodded to a brown-headed girl that was smiling sweetly at him. She was cute, he'd give her that. Probably cuter than the others, now that he thought about it.

Perhaps he would ask her out. Maybe.

He sat down at his seat just as the teacher burst in.

Glancing at the empty chair by his right, he frowned. He then turned away, and leaned back before folding his arms.

That Lee Chanhee was always one late bastard.

Now, before anyone started screaming in rage and flinging sharpened pencils at him - Lee Byunghun had a very good reason to call him - the supposed God of this place and maybe the entire of Earth - such.

First of all, he was a total for giving him glares nearly everytime they locked eyes. Oh, whatever had he now done to His Royal Highness? Was he to kneel down, take his creepily-feminine hand to give it a long, wet kiss? Say 'My precious baby, my sole reason for living, I'm so sorry for being of higher stats and everything else than you'? no.

In addition, Bastard Lee Chanhee would find every chance to attempt to turn him into a laughing stock. Most of the time, it failed. Yet, even when it didn't, Byunghun would be able to turn the tables and the students would just laugh at both; not thinking too deeply and retaining their adoration and respect.. Still, it made him angry. The was Twigman trying to do?

Once, the jerk had spilled hydrochloric acid all over his notes. He apologised, definitely, but with a slight hint of contempt and sarcasm. If he thought he wouldn't catch that, he would have been pretty retarded.

However, in spite of all this, Byunghun kept his cool.

He wouldn't want to be expelled for a second time, after all.

He would get payback, though. No doubt he would.

He was not one to let go of misdeeds aimed towards him.

If Lee Chanhee hated him, he would gladly reciprocate the feelings. Eye for an eye, no?

The cogs and gears were already spinning in his head - scheming, plotting, devising. It was only a matter of time, and careful planning.

As the teacher started to flip open the textbook, the main door swung open and rammed against the wall loudly.

In came Heavenly and Goody-two-Shoes Chanhee; the Chanhee-that-Helped-Out-at-the-Animal-Shelter, Donated-Over-a-Million-Won-to-the-Orphanage-Chanhee. Soon-to-fall-into-Priesthood-Chanhee.

His black-orange hair ruffled by the wind, round eyes narrowed and technically, looking as ing 'perfect' as ever. Dressed in branded clothes - as per usual - he didn't fail to give Byunghun a once-over.

Byunghun stared back, and smirked. It was almost unnoticeable, but Chanhee's supersonic vision still managed to catch sight of it. The transfer student was granted the luxury to see his lips twitch downwards, and anger flaring in his black orbs.

He kept looking forward, even when Chanhee took his accursed seat by his side. He knew it irritated the guy to no end; seeing how he was such an attention-seeker.

Running one hand through his own dyed hair, he suddenly wanted to snicker.

What a jealous kid.

Most people - that used their heads - would try to conceal their green-eyed envy, but not this fool. If anything, he seemed to be flamboyant about it.

Oh yes, Byunghun was aware Chanhee despised how he too was able to not dress in uniform; to not obey the school's rules. After all, he had made it pretty evident. Even a blind man would get the gist.

Most of all, how he was able to snatch whatever limelight shone on him to himself.

Smiling to himself, Lee Byunghun mentally thought,

I'm just that better, 'Mr Right'.

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Ricky was by his locker. He looked into the small, round mirror installed near the top. After combing through his blond-blue hair and scrunching his nose, he slammed the door shut. The hallway was deserted - he was the only there. Pft, obviously, he told himself, you got permission to leave during lesson period.

As he adjusted his outfit - mind you, each piece cost nearly up to two hundred American dollars -