Chapter Four
I Never Regret Loving You
Jiyong's POV
I knew I'd be called into the new principal's office at some point during the year, but I didn't expect it to be on the first day of school. I heard Mr. Han was hired because of his hard- personality at some high school nearby. Someone must have pegged me as a ringleader, 'cause it's my sitting here instead of another gangster's.
So here I am, pulled out of gym so Han can puff up his chest and ramble on about tougher school rules. I detect him feeling me out, wondering how I'll react, as he threatens me.
". . . And this year I've hired two full-time armed security guards, Jiyong. "
His eyes focus on me, trying to intimidate. Yeah, right.He knows nothing about how our streets work. The next thing I know he'll be talking about how he grew up poor, just like me. He's probably never even driven through my side of town. Maybe I should offer to give him a tour.
He stands in front of me. "I promised the superintendent as well as the school board I'd personally be responsible for rooting out the violence that has plagued this school for years. I won't hesitate to suspend anyone who ignores school rules. "
I haven't done anything besides have a little fun with the pom-pom diva and already this guy is talking suspension. Maybe he heard about my suspension last year. That little incident got me kicked out for three
days. It wasn't my fault. . . Entirely. I just don't want to talk about it.
It's clear Sandara Park is responsible for me being in here today. You think her jerk of a boyfriend'll ever get called into Hans office? No freaking way. The dude is an idolized football player. He can ditch class and start fights and Han will probably still kiss his . Lee Donghae is always pushing me, knowing he can get away with it. Every time I've been about to retaliate, he's found a way to escape or rush to where teachers were in abundance . . . Teachers who were just waiting for me to up.
One of these days. . . .
I look up at Han.
"I'm not startin' any fights. " I might finish one, though.
"That's good, " Han says. "But I heard about you harassing a female student in the parking lot today. "
Almost getting run over by Sandara Park's shiny new Beemer is my fault? For the past three years I've managed to avoid that rich . I heard last year she got a C on her report card but a little call to the school from her parents got it changed to an A.
It would hurt her chances of getting into a good college.
Screw that . If I got a C, my mom would smack me upside the head and nag me to study twice as hard. I've worked my off to get good grades, even though I've gotten interrogated more often than not about my means of getting the answers. As if I'd cheat. It's not about getting into college. It's about proving I could get in ... If my world was different.
The south siders might be seen as dumber than the north siders, but that's bull. So we're not as rich or obsessed with material possessions or getting into the most expensive and prestigious universities. We're in survival mode most of the time, always having to watch our backs.
Probably the hardest part of Sandara Park's life is deciding which restaurant to dine at each night. The girl uses her smokin' bod to manipulate everyone who comes in contact with her.
"Care to share with me what happened in the parking lot? I'd like to hear your side, " Han says.
Not happening. Even if I did I learned long ago that my side doesn't matter.
"The thing this mornin' . . . a total misunderstanding, " I tell him. Sandara's misunderstanding that two vehicles can't fit in one spot.
Han stands and leans over his polished, spotless desk. "Let's try not making misunderstandings a habit, okay, Kwon Jiyong?"
"GD. "
"Huh?"
"I go by GD, " I say. What he knows about me is in my school file, a file so biased it's probably ten inches thick.
Han gives me a nod. "All right, GD. Get ready for sixth period. But I have eyes at this school, and I'm watching your every move. I don't want to see you back in my office. " Just as I get up, he puts a hand on my shoulder.
"Just so you know, my goal is for every student in this school to succeed. Every student, Jiyong. Including you, so whatever biases you have about me you can throw them out the window. I understand?"
"Understood, " I say, wondering how much I can believe him. In the hallway, a sea of students are rushing to their next class. I have no clue where I'm supposed to be and I'm still in my gym clothes.
In the locker room after I change,the bell rings on the loudspeaker indicating it's now sixth period. I pull the schedule out of my back pocket. Chemistry with Mrs. Lim.
Great, another hard- to deal with.
I'm so sorry...for you guys to wait this long... I'm just busy nowadays and i have to work! But i promise you, i will update this story as much as i can.. and this is just a short chapter and kind of boring but it ill get interesting!!!
Mianhe again but thank you for still reading this fanfic:) you guys are the best(^_^)
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