Yoona’s POV

            “I’m going to make your life a living hell, Park Yoona.”

My name rolled off his tongue both beautifully and deadly. It sent shivers down my spine; the bad kind of shiver. I tried distracting my mind, but no matter what the possibilities of him making my life hell was endless. I’ve heard the things he’s done to girls; they were so bad that they’d transfer out of the school. Something hit me on the side of my head, bringing me back to reality.

“Sorry, my finger slipped.” Mark said with a smirk, no sincerity behind his voice. I ignored him and tried concentrating even harder into the book when he began kicking my chair. I finally turned my head letting out a groan. He lifted up his eyebrow in amusement, “Aren’t you going to get that for me?”

“It’s your pencil.” I simply stated.

“It’s on your side.”

“It wouldn’t have been on my side if you didn’t throw it!”

“Now who was the one who made me spill my coffee?” he argued back.

“Look I said I was sorry!” I yelled out and the classroom was dead silent. I looked around the classroom and everyone was staring, I felt my face burning up with both embarrassment and annoyance, never has anyone made me this mad. Even the queenka’s who constantly bully me don’t make me this mad.

“Park Yoona, Mark Tuan; detention afterschool,” I slumped back into my seat, the classroom filled with whispers.

“Park Yoona and Mark Tuan?”

“Isn’t that an odd combination?”

“Ghost Park Yoona?”

“Seems like Mark has another play toy.”

“Thanks a lot, .” Mark muttered underneath his breath.

. I’ve been called that millions of times. So much that I’ve grown immune to it, but when Mark called me that . . . I couldn’t help but feel . . . hurt.

The rest of the day flew by and I wish it hadn’t gone by so quick. I didn’t want to see Mark again and I do not want to go home. I dragged myself back to class, while everyone was happily bumping into me on their way home. I opened the door and found both Mark and the teacher there.

“Good you’re here. Since the two of you like to cause so much commotion during class, you will be cleaning this classroom," he stated as he took a quick glance at his watch. "By the time you two finish my meeting should be as well. I’ll see you two in approximately 3 hours.” He threw the mops at us and walked out of the room. Both Mark and I just stood there, not saying a word to each other. I let out a sigh and began moving the desks to the wall, the floor wasn’t going to clean on its own and I sure as hell do not want to get into more trouble.

After I finished pushing the desk to the walls, I turned around only to find Mark sitting on the teacher’s desk, playing with his phone.

“Aren't you going to help?” I asked.

He stuffed his phone inside his pocket and hopped off the table. “I have to be somewhere, I’ll be back.”

I let out a sigh and continued to mop, "Whatever..."

 I knew this would happen, it happens all the time. Whenever I would get in trouble with the queenka’s they’d leave me to do all their work and they would come back minutes before the teacher would come making it seem like they actually helped me. Yeah it wasn’t fair but who am I to tell them what to do?

Mark’s POV

To: Mark Tuan

From: Llama

“Ya where are you? Your supposed to show me around the school remember?”

To: Llama

From: Mark Tuan

“I’ll be there; I just got caught in some stuff. DON’T go anywhere, who knows what kind of problems you’ll cost.”

I hopped off the table and straightened out my uniform, “I have to be somewhere. I’ll be back.”

She let out a sigh, “Whatever.” I left with a shrug and hurried down to the entry way of the school, trying my best to avoid the queenka’s. I remember the last time I was late picking her up; she nearly killed me for being late. As I got to the entrance a hoard of girls were surrounding her.

“Y-ya Mark help me out will ya!?” she waved her hands in the air, the girls excitement soon subsided with a hush and soon they all left running away, leaving her in a confused statement.

“Amber you’ll never change will you, always attracting the ladies.”

“Ya it’s not my fault for being too good looking, plus I don’t really mind the attention.”  Amber Liu, 19 years old, tomboy and she’s also my cousin. We practically grew up with each other since her parents were overseas most of the time, till this day they still are. When she turned 17 she decided to move out, claiming that she’s mooched off of us for too long. She found a place in Jeju and would constantly come visit us every year; it wasn’t until this year that she decided to come back to Seoul she even moved into the same apartment complex as me. “What was that all about though, the way they just dispersed like that . . . I thought the girls here liked you?”

“They do, I don’t know what their problem is . . .  come on, I have to finish being your tour guide before 6 and this school is pretty huge.”

“Yes sir.”

Yoona’s POV

            I managed to finish within an hour, that’s my new record. If only Mark were here we’d managed to get finished within minutes. I slumped into my chair and plugged in my earphones when the door slammed open, causing me to jump a little from my chair. It was Hae Ra and her gang . . . again. This wasn’t my first run in with them, heck ever since I stepped foot into this school they’ve been bugging me constantly. They forced me to do their homework, buy them food, even sweet talked to the teachers to get them out of trouble, to make things short I did all of their dirty work. If it weren’t for me, they would’ve gotten kicked out of this school long time ago. Was I proud? No. Did i have a choice? You bet i did, but if i were to refuse i'd probably be dead by now.

I let out a sigh, I just wanted some peace and quiet, at least to catch up on my sleep. “What is it this time Hae R-.” I stopped mid-sentence when she threw her water at me. “H-Hae Ra . . . wh-what’d you do that for?”

“You knew how much I like Mark, I told you to in stay away from him!”

“H-Hae Ra . . . i-it wasn’t my f-fault!” she grabbed me by the hair and pulled me up, “Stop making in excuses! What’re you trying to do!?”

“N-Nothing!” she pulled my hair harder before pushing me to the wall. “Stop lying! Your trying to get into his pants aren’t you?”

“It’s not like that!” she slapped me, the impact was hard enough to cause my lip to bleed and I could feel the stinging pain on my cheek. I was on the verge of tears but I knew if I cried right now, it would only give her the joy to torture me even more. She slammed my head against the wall before leaving me to her group. They kept throwing punches at me, even kicked me a few times. The beating came to a halt when the classroom door swung open,“Ya what the is going on here?!”

“J-Jackson!”

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