chapter four. ----------------------------------------------         "This is ridiculous!"       Saemi struggled against the rope that tied her down to the wooden chair. The moment she walked through the school gate, someone had pulled a bag over her head before dragging her away. The next thing Saemi knew, she was tied to a chair; circled by a group of students.       "Let me go!" Saemi glared before a bucket of water was poured on top of her head. Saemi gasped as she felt the cold water wrapped her clothes tightly around her. What did they put that water in? Ice?! It's been a week and no where were these classmates of her's close to giving her a rest.        Throwing mud on top Saemi's head, her peers cackled as they each took turns on slapping her across the face. It took to the point that Saemi lashed out by biting one of the girl's hand. She dug her teeth deep into the girl's flesh, causing her to cry out in pain. Of course, that little action of her's caused her a slap; but Saemi didn't mind it since she at least got to strike back.        Saemi struggled her wrist, trying to get herself free when the bell rung for the classes to start. The group turned to Saemi before whispering among themselves. Were they going to let her go? How stupid of her to even ask that question. Instead of freeing her, they left her in the room and left.        Saemi kicked her feets and cursed at them as the chair rocked back and forth before falling backwards. "Noo!" Saemi screamed out as she fell. Blowing on her hair that covered her face, Saemi's left eye twitched. "I hate my life."         ∞ ∞ ∞ ✻ ∞ ∞ ∞ ✻ ∞ ∞ ∞         Earlier mornings little "present" was the beginning of her horrible day. From hearing bits and bits of pieces, there was a rumor going around that Saemi worked the "corner" during off periods. Opening her locker, Saemi screamed inside.       She didn't have to ask to know where the rumor came from, it was pretty obvious that it was that jerk Kris Wu! Closing her locker, Saemi stuffed her hands in her jacket pocket as she walked down the halls, avoiding eye contacts. Didn't they have anything better to do then cause her misery?        Curling her hair behind her ear, Saemi turned around the corner and bumped into someone's chest. Lifting her head, she took a quick step back.        "Watch where your going, e." Kris smirked. Taking a step closer to Saemi, Kris leaned towards her. "I don't like cheap girls touching me." Letting out a quiet chuckle, Kris pulled out a twenty dollar bill from the back of his pocket between his index and middle finger. "Get yourself something pretty," Doing a one glance at Saemi, Kris placed the money between the collar of Saemi's uniform before walking away.       Taking the money in her hand, Saemi crumbled it before throwing on the floor. Stepping on the bill, she walked down the stairs with her cheeks flushed. That mother f-ugh!        With her head lowered, Saemi walked down to the first floor and out the doors. Kicking the pebble grains on the dirt road, she walked towards the soccer field. All she wanted was peace and quiet for her high school year. Make friends, get good grades, meet a nice boy, kiss a boy and fall in love. Instead she got bupkis and it was all that arrogant jerk's fault!       Why did he hate her so much? What did she do to deserve all this madness? Nothing! Kris Wu is just a sick twisted soul who loves to torture innocent people for his own amusement. Sitting on the bench, Saemi stretched her legs out and sighed. Few more hours and then she can go home. Few more weeks then she can have some peace for a month. Remembering that the school winter break was nearing, Saemi smiled. No one can bother her at home, it was her sanctuary.        Stretching her arms, Saemi stared up at the sky oblivious to the stranger sitting next to her. Her whole body tensed up at the sight of the boy. She has seen him around the school before, he was one of the delinquents. He gave Saemi a smile and a little wave.       "Hey, Saemi." He greeted her with a warm yet unsettling smile. "I'm Hoseok, we had Art class together last year."       Saemi just stared at him. Honestly, she wasn't aware that they had a class together. She knew him because of his frequent visit to the Principle's Office.        Sensing that Saemi wasn't going to acknowledge their classroom connection, Hoseok gave a light chuckle before rubbing the back of his neck. Moving a little closer to Saemi, Hoseok pointed towards the equipment shack. "Coach Jung asked me to pull out the vault for the my P.E. class, kind of like a punishment for skipping. I was wondering, if you could help me?"       Fidgeting with her nail bits, Saemi glanced at the shack then back at Hoseok. She didn't have anything better to do, it was her free period. Saemi nodded slightly. Grinning, Hoseok got on his feet. "Thanks."       Following Hoseok towards the shack, Saemi tilted her head to the side a little. Hoseok was a upperclassman, a year above her. Coach Jung was the P.E. teacher for the freshman class, not to mention the vaults are only used for the sophomore class. Walking inside the equipment shack, Saemi looked around for the vault with the nagging feeling at the back of her mind. Something wasn't right.       Running her fingers against the volleyball net, Saemi spotted the vault just as the door slammed shut. Quickly, Saemi turned around to see Hoseok standing in front of the door.       Saemi pointed at the door questioningly, yet instead of answering her; Hoseok shrugged off his jacket and discard it on the floor before loosening his tie. "Danger" screamed from left and right of Saemi's ear as she watched him advance towards her. Saemi took a quick step back only to get her ankle caught in the mass of jumping ropes. Hoseok reached out and grabbed Saemi's forearm before pushing her down on the mats.        Panic ran throughout Saemi's entire body. She kicked her feets, but Hoseok quickly got on top of her; resting his legs between her petite waste. Crap! Saemi gritted her teeth as she lashed out. Hoseok pinned her arms between her head and gave her a smirk. Pinning her wrist above her head together, he used his free hand to his shirts. Shrugging off the shirt and pinning her wrists back down, he loosened her tie and ed the first thre