"AAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

2 DAYS EARLIER

*RIIIIIIIIIING*

"I'm up! I'm up!"

"Dude.. you slept through the whole class"

Junhong raised up from his desk and wiped the drool from his face

"Dammit.. how else will i past this upcoming test if i have no notes"

Junhong looked over at his friend Youngjae with puppy dog eyes

"No no no! Last time i let you 'borrow' my notes, they came back with food stains on them. The Great Gatsby was The Great Ga when i got them back"

"Just one more time please"

Youngjae rolled his eyes at the begging boy

"ARRA!.. Why are you so sleepy anyway"

The boys walked of the class room and to their lockers down the hall

"Lastnight... i stayed up all night doing drills. Preparing myself for try-outs only not to make it this morning"

"Really? You didnt make the team?"

Junhong sighed

"But i made the team"

"YOU WHAT!"

He said,slamming his locker

"You dont have aim worth dog "

"Oh yea.. watch me!"

Youngjae ripped a piece of paper out of his binder, crumbled it up and aimed for the garbage can but hit the counselour who was walking out of his room instead

"Sorry Mr.Cho... lets go! lets go!" 

they both ran down the hall and on to the cafeteria.

"You only made the team because your dads the coach"

"And im taller than you and bigger than you"

"2 inches and 5 pounds is nothing"

"Whatever.. just eat your rice little man"

Junhong rolled his eyes and continued to eat his rice like a 1 year old child. 

"Ugh look at this guy.. strutting like he owns the place.. i hope he trips on that big lip of his"

Junhong looked up from his plate to see what the hell Youngjae was complaining about now. A boy.. A boy with deep soulless eyes, dark brown hair that stopped in the middle of his jaw with a part down the middle. Wearing black tight short sleeve shirt with dirty looking jeans and boots. He walked by the two boys at the table and gave Junhong a slight grin as he passed on by

"Who.. who was that"