Chapter Six

I now find myself stared at, thirty-four pairs of eyes fixated on me. I stand with much conviction in front of class since my professor insisted that it’s tradition that new students should introduce themselves. It is quiet. I take a deep breath and begin, “Good morning! I’m Oh –“

“Ah, Mr. Kim! Glad you could join us today.” The professor says. I’ve been cut off for the fourth time today. Will this become a regular thing?

The gazes that stuck to me have shifted. I my head to the left to see whom the professor was talking to; must be one of those troublemakers. But I was wrong.

Right at the arc of the door, stands the boy who saved my life just this morning. His hair is messier, his polo now a bit drenched with what seems to be sweat. His uniform is ed and he’s panting. Through his undershirt, I could make out a tattoo – well, at least I think it’s a tattoo – right in the middle of his chest in the shape of a hexagon. What on earth has this guy been up to? He walked to school minutes before I did! Or did he?

“What now?” Kai exclaims. The professor abruptly walks toward Kai and slaps him at the back of his head. “You dare question the rules in this school, boy?” Kai cringes at this and rubs a hand through his nape.

“Get in.” And Kai does so. He takes his seat beside the window and fixes his buttons. “Oh and Mr. Kim?”

Kai looks up. His eyes are grim and hard. I feel as if I share his sha