That stupid Taemin kid is going to wish he had never messed with me. Who in their right mind would go tell on Choi Minho? Only some one who wanted to die, that's who. All he had to do was give me his homework.

Flashback

"No," he said curtly.

"What are you stupid?" I growled, "Just give me the goddamn homework!"

"You should have done your own homework," he lifted his chin up snobbishly.

This stupid kid was getting on my nerves. I grabbed his bag and searched until I took out a blue folder with the words "Homework." Gee isn't he organized. While pushing him away, I opened it and saw today's homework. 

"Yah!" he shouted in frustration. I grabbed the homework and stuffed it in my back pocket.

"Yah!" I imitated his girliness, "Thanks for the homework."

He pushed me, but I was bigger so I kept my balance, "Give it back!"

"I don't want to," I shrugged and galred at him. He jumped around trying to get his assignment. He was so annoying.

I pushed him and he landed on his , his banana milk spilt all over him, "Look what you did!"

"Dumb kid," I said, "You should've listened to me when you got the chance."

"Choi Minho!" he belted, "You give me back my homework or else!"

"Or else what? You can't fight me. I could knock you out in a second," I bragged, "What are you going to do little man? Tell on me?"

He kept quiet, and I left without knowing that was exactly what he did. I had to clean the entire gym because of that stupid runt.

End of Flashback

After I finished screwing around with whatever it was I was screwing around, I shut the hood of his car and headed home. 

"Have a safe trip to school tomorrow, Taeminnie" I sang sweetly to myself, as I smiled, imagining the kid in a hospital bed.