They all dropped me off at my class, wishing me luck. I just gulped, making my way in. It seemed everyone was already in there, so I just moved to the back of the class where an empty seat was. I placed my bag down, pulling out my headphones. I put them in, one of my favorite songs playing. I was hoping this would keep anyone who wanted to talk to me away, and I wouldn;t have to talk in Korean too much. I knew how to speak the language just fine, but that doesn't mean I was very comfortable in doing it.
A hand slammed on my desk, and I looked up to find a guy who seemed my age standing there looking down at me. He was sort of tall, with blonde hair that sat on his head in waves. "I'm Mark, and you would appear to be new here."
(Okay look I hate putting in notes mid-chap but everyone keeps asking YALL ITS LEE. MARK LEE BECAUSE ALL THE CHARACTERS IN THE SCHOOL ARE SM ENTERTAINMENT RELATED)
I pulled my headphones out, looking up at him. I just tilted my head to the side. "Yes, I am. My names Zitao. Can I help you?" I asked. He just shrugged, leaning down close to my face. He moved his head around, and seemed to be taking in all of my features.
"You're cute, Zitao. Just my type," he said, leaning in closer to me. I tried to lean away, but seeing as I was kind of trapped in my desk, I couldn't really go anywhere. I didn't have to try for very much longer, though. He was ripped away from my desk, thrown harshly into the wall. I just looked at where Mark's body was slumped, my mouth hanging open in shock. I quickly got up, rushing over to where he was.
"Oh my god, are you okay?" I asked, looking over his body for any injury. He seemed fine, just a little shaken up. But that wasn't the point. I looked back at the person who had shoved him, only to see the same guy who had been trying to hold me not even ten minutes before in the hallway. "What on earth is wrong with you?"
He didn't say anything, instead just reaching down and grabbing my wrist. He pulled me towards him, dragging me off of the floor. Everyone was watching us as he pulled me out of the classroom and down the hall. I tried to yank away from him, but to no avail. He had a death grip on my wrist.
He finally stopped when we reached the rooftop. My wrist was throbbing from his grip, and he loosened his hold enough for me to yank away from him. "Damn, that hurts."
"Why did you let him get that close to you?" he said, looking at the ground. He was faced away from me, so I couldn't see his face. The fact that he was speaking in Mandarin surprised me, but once again that wasn't the point of what was going on.
"What on earth are you talking about? That had nothing to do with you," I said. HE just shook his head, turning around to face me finally. He walked to stand right in front of me, looking down at me in anger.
"That had everything to do with me! Do you have any idea how much that just pissed me off? You need to stay away from fuckboys like him. You're too innocent to be with someone like him." he said, grabbing my shoulders and getting super close to my face.
"Fuckboy? " I shouted. "Says one of the infamous playboys! And you have no right to tell me what to do. You don't even know me, or my name. You've seen me once, maybe twice, before today. You have no right to come barging into my classroom and throwing my classmates around, then yanking me out of it just to come yell at me on a roof! Just back off!"
I pushed him away, shoving him as hard as I could. "Your name is Zitao. My name is Yifan. And yes, I do have the right. Whether I know you are not isn't the point right now. Because I know one thing for sure." He made is way over to me again, grabbing my wrist and pulling me into his body.
"No one touches the dragon's prey. And right now, it's prey is an innocent little panda," he said. bending down towards me much like Mark had. I had a strange urge, but soon enough I recognized it. I couldnt help it.......
I kneed him in the groin.
He fell to the ground, his hands falling from my wrists to grab himself. I stayed standing, holding myself back from doing anything worse to him.
"You don't know me, you don't know my past. You don't know my friends, you don't know our parents. Say what you will, Yifan. I am no ones prey." I turned around, pulling my phone out of my pocket. I quickly dialed Minseok, running away from the roof as fast as I could.
"Tao? What's wrong?" he said, his voice static because of the phone. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, but the guy I just left on the roof isn't."
"Tao, what did you do?"
"I may or may not have kneed Wu Yifan in the groin after he tried to kiss me."
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