I walked over to that smart and punched him right in the stomach. 

He winced in pain. “What was that for?!” 

I rolled my eyes and looked at him. “I don’t know? Maybe this will help you, no.” 

He stood up and looked at me. 

I looked straight in his eyes. “What? Do you want to hit me? Here, hit me right here,” I pointed to my right cheek. 

His hand went back. 

I smiled. I did this with my brothers many times already and not once did they hit me. “I’m waiting.” 

He rolled his eyes and his hand went down.

“That’s what I thought.” I smiled and stomped on his feet. “Next time you raise your hand at me, it’ll get worse.” 

He laughed. “Who are you to tell me what I can and can’t do?”

I smiled and looked at him. “I’m none of your business. Now if you excuse me, I have to get to class.” I went over to the principal’s desk and started writing myself a late pass.

The guy went over next to me to look at what I was doing. “Can you write me one too?” 

I sighed. “What’s your name?”

“Kim Jong In but I go by Kai.” 

I smirked. “I didn’t ask you what you go by.” 

 He rolled his eyes. 

“What class are you in?”

“Three hundred and five.” 

“Me too!” 

“I didn’t ask,” he mimicked me. 

He was getting on my last nerves! “Do you want your late pass or not?”