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During her free period, just before lunch, Rika marched toward the teachers lounge with a singular purpose. She needed to see the supervisor for the school’s mathlete debate team: Mr. Suguru Geto.

She found him at his desk, and without waiting for an invitation, she demanded to see her raw test results. The paper was held out to her, and there it was in bold ink: 99/100

In any other context; Rika would take this as a stepping stone in her own success, but right now? Rika just viewed this as an insult.

“I got 99%” Rika started, her voice tight with growing irritation. “Do you know how difficult getting a score like this is? Especially since I’m so busy with other important subjects? Look at the boundary between me and the others. I’m sure they all fall at 85% and below. I deserve first place!”

OMDS A FELLOW ALEVEL STUDENT ‼️‼️‼️

Nah like actually I hope my papers don’t get leaked 😭 I’ve been lucky so far I do psych and both paper 12 and 22 got leaked but my school does paper 11 and 21 so I think I’m safe 🥀 maybe

I don’t do math but it was so painful watching my classmates come out of the exam and they go and check YouTube and saw their entire paper just ON YOUTUBE???? Like that’s crazyyy 😭

Mrs. Orimoto's exited the school, heels clicking in anger as she left behind a humiliated Mrs. Fuji. The first year teacher remained on the floor, taking in the shame of being berated in front of all these students, her uniform crumpled and dignity shattered.

When she finally scrambled to her feet, her heels clicked in an uneven stumble on the ground. She kept her head down, avoiding the eyes, and the few phones that were hovered up to film the mess. She made an immediate beeline for the stairs. She had a first period class to teach, she tried to make her exit as quiet as possible.

Mrs. Fuji climbed all the way to the stair's mid platform, passing by some few unassuming students on the way, however, a hand shot out.

You held the teacher's wrist, stopping her in her tracks.

"Are you okay, Miss?" You asked, your voice was smooth, devoid of any form of condescending tone that Mrs. Fuji would expect from anyone in this situation. You sounded concerned, offering a smile. A smile that was small and symmetrical, almost too perfect that it was eerie.

Mrs. Fuji's tear-filled eyes stared back at you. She looked at you, searching for genuine sympathy or concern over her well being but when she saw the polished empty mirror in your eyes facing back at her, a chill run down her spine.

"Today's my birthday, you know?" You continued, your hand still holding the teacher's wrist with a stable grip. "I believe yours is coming in a few days aswell. For being such a good gift... I'll have something prepared for you, too."

Your words were soft, but they carried a heavy weight. Creeped out by the strange intensity in your gaze, the teacher snatched her wrist away. She didn't say a word, instead scurrying up the stairs like a wounded animal.

You stood at the base of the staircase, your expression shifting as soon as Mrs. Fuji left your presence. Your upturned mouth faltered into a straight line, void of any other emotion. You turned slightly to Yuta. "I'm late for math," you said flatly.

You didn't wait for his answer, already walking ahead, Yuta’s tall stature followed the soft clicking of your shoes, station right behind you. Even though he was a third-year and his english class was in the complete opposite direction from your math class, the schedules of the Academy didn't exist to him.

As long as he was walking right beside you to anywhere you saw fit, he was exactly where he was meant to be.

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While the hallways simmered with gossip, Rika Orimoto stormed through the main entrance. Her face held severe anxiety. She had just arrived right after the chaos. However, she had no intention of involving herself in such a trivial thing, she had a more pressing mission.

She pushed past a group of lingering students to get to the second-floor notice board. Her heart hammered against her ribs as she read the headline of one of the papers plastered on the board. 'Qualified Candidates for National Mathlete Competition.'

This was supposed to be her moment. Her mother had promised her the leadership position; it was her birthright to have everything she wanted as an Orimoto after all. Rika's eyes scanned the list, searching for her name at the very top.

Her enthusiasm didn't just fade; it decimated.

2. Rika Orimoto

Second. She had placed second, and who placed first? You.

Rika's breath hitched. She was only a first-year, and she knew you were her senior student; meaning you’d be smarter with more educational experience backing you, but that didn't matter. You had beaten everyone. Even the smartest students in the third year were ranked below the both of you. So to Rika, It wasn't just a win; it was an insult.

It was meant to be mine, Rika thought, her fingernails digging into the palms of her hands. Especially not her. Not the girl whose mother is a murderer.

The sound of light, melodic laughter pulled Rika from her internal spiral. She turned her head toward the end of the hall.

There you stood, outside your class with a few of your classmates. You were smiling; a soft simple expression as you chatted with your friends while you all waited for your lessons teacher. You looked so normal, so innocent.

Then, Rika saw him.

Yuta Okkotsu. The Chairman's grandson. The boy who had haunted Rika's dreams since the moment she stepped onto campus on the first day of first year. Her heart skipped a beat, then several more, as she saw just how close he was standing next to you.

Rika had obviously heard the rumors; they were constant. She always heard how you two were together, that you two lived together, that you were a "matched set." Rika had always forced herself to ignore them. How could a boy like Yuta, with his lineage and his future, want someone so tainted by blood and scandal?

Rika's eye twitched with a violent surge of jealousy. She watched as Yuta reached out, pulling you into a hug in front of your classmates. You didn't reciprocate with the same energy he gave you; remaining somewhat passive. Apathetic even, while your friends squealed and giggled at the public display of affection.

She doesn't even appreciate him, Rika fumed, her vision tunneling on the pair. I would show him so much more than she ever could.

The rage that had started with the notice board shifted targets. It wasn't just about the Mathlete position anymore. Rika wasn't going to let you have what she was supposed to. Not the rank, and certainly not the boy.

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prologue | next chapter

author’s note: sorry for such a late chapter 😭 I started my A levels so I had to focus!!! Next chapter might also be a bit late 🙁🙏🏾 appreciate y’all patience ‼️‼️

But since my inbox is empty rn let’s do a poll ‼️‼️

You always felt a wave of satisfaction whenever it was your birthday.

For most, the day marked the celebration of life, but for you, it was the grim anniversary of the ending of your father's. You remembered the static in the air of the cramped, suffocating apartment that you, your mom and father lived in; the smell of alcohol was pungent in the air and so was fear.

Your father was abusive, a narcissist, overrall a shitty person. You would always remember the sound of furniture breaking against the walls and the sound of your mother's pleas whenever he'd put his hands on her. You hated the way your mother allowed him to always have his way, and how whenever you'd plead with her to leave or run away, she'd always choose to stay by his side. You had pitied your mother, pity was the only thing you could feel at that moment in your life.

But on your tenth birthday, the pity died, and disgust took it's placed.

Unlike normal children, who celebrated, ate cake and opened birthday gifts, instead, you had been sent on an errand to buy your house some groceries for the week, father had requested for you to get the same bottle of alcohol he had been drinking for the past few weeks that had just ran out.

However, the store didn't have that specific brand and when you had returned with the wrong bottle, it was like you had committed a grave crime only worthy of the punishment of being beaten black and blue for hours in your room.

Your mother did nothing but prepare dinner in the kitchen, your father sat in the living room right next to the kitchen, taking a drag of a cigarrette as he watched a game show. You laid on your bedroom floor, bloody and bruised, you hiccuped as your body convulsed, breathing ragged as you rolled over, staring into space. You didn't feel most things; you didn't feel sad when your father ran over your pet cat when you were seven, you didn't feel angry when your father beat you for getting below a B in english when you were 7, but today? Today was the day something finally snapped.

You eyed the flower vase filled with purple lavenders, thinking today was the day you would finally have a use for them.

You took the vase downstairs, walking to the kitchen where your mother had been hunched over the counter, visibly shaking from the sounds of her husband when he was beating her only daughter. You didn't say anything, your little legs walking toward your mother, she sensed your presence. At first, she eyed you in confusion, before realising the flowers in your hands, she took the vase, looking at you with a strange yet frightful look.

You knew she was going to do it. She had to, in order for this to all end.

As you all sat at the dinner table, your face was puffed up and your ribs were aching, your eyes watched your food, your mother stared ahead of her, watching her husband dig into the stew.

You only looked up from your food when your father began to choke. His face turning a shade of purple as he suffocated on his own throat, your mother stood up, face devoid of the usual terror, and tightened the strings of her kitchen smock.

She stepped behind him, wrapping the fabric around his throat and pulling until his frantic clawing at the air stopped. He died staring at you, his eyes bulging with a hatred, cursing you as if he knew you were the reason for his death today.

You and your mother ate the rest of their meal in a heavy, peaceful silence. For once eating dinner didn't require them to walk on eggshells. They cleaned the table, leaving his limb body sitting at the table.

At midnight you two dragged his heavy corpse out into the freezing rain, throwing him at the bottom of the neighborhood steps. You stood in the cold, letting the rain drench you as you stared at your father's corpsed. For the first time in a while, you felt something other than pity. You felt satisfaction.

And it seems like you've been chasing that high ever since.

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The sun's light shone through the window, your eyes flickered open as it hit your first. Your head felt heavy from your nap. The first thing you saw was Yuta Okkotsu.

For the past thirty minutes, he sat in the seat in front of you watching you as you slept with his chin resting in his palm. His gaze forever focused, even with the curious, judgemental eyes of their classmates, Yuta didn't look away. He never did.

"Yuta," Y/N said dully, sitting up straight.

Yuta gave her a sickenly sweet smile. He reached down and pulled a bouquet from beneath his desk. It wasn't roses or lilies, it was a bouquet of lavender. Attached to it was a white card wrapped in a bow of her favourite colour.

"Happy Birthday [name]!" he said to her sweetly.

You looked at him, then at the flowers, then ever so discreetly to your nosy classmates that watched the two of you. Your apathetic face morphed instantly into a reciprocating smile; it was perfect, practiced, and warm.

"Thank you, Yuta." you said, taking the gifts.

You waited a moment before getting up, Yuta following behind you like a lost, loyal puppy. You walked down the stairs to the nearest trash can and, without a second thought, tossed the flowers inside. You did keep the card, tucking it away into your navy blue and white uniform blazer. Your fake smile dropped the second you were out of that classroom.

You looked up at Yuta expectantly, your eyes hollow and dissatisfied.

Yuta knew better. He always did.

Yuta's smile didn't waver. He only stepped closer, "Don't worry. Your real gift is coming soon."

He darted his eyes to the hallway clock on the freshly painted wall. As the hand struck 8:00 AM, the bell rang, and students began to come out for their next class. Just then, a series of obscenities tore through the air from the teacher's wing.

"You absolute whore! Did you think you could hide it?!"

Students stopped in their tracks as a middle-aged woman in a fur coat chased Mrs. Fuji, the first-year homeroom teacher, down the hall.

"You've been spreading your legs for my husband?!" the woman shrieked, lunging for the teacher's hair. "I'll kill you! I'll strip you of everything!"

As the hallway erupted in chaos, Yuta reached out, his hand sliding into yours with a firm, possessive grip. He led you to the top of the stairs, positioning you so you had the perfect view. He leaned into your ear, his breath was warm.

"Mrs. Fuji was having an affair with the father of one of the students here," Yuta whispered, his voice light. "Mr. Orimoto. I made sure his wife got photos this morning when she came for a private parent-teacher conference. Her daughter's files were replaced with them. Right on time for your first class."

You didn't say anything, you tilted your head, watching the teacher fall to her knees in shame as several students filmed the meltdown. You crossed your arms, feeling Yuta's taller frame right behind yours. You felt a tiny, cold spark in your chest, you couldn't help but crack into a small smile.

"Rika Orimoto's father," you repeated softly, you finally turned your head to look up, staring Yuta in his navy blue eyes. He felt happy to see you smile, knowing he did well.

As the chaos continued, a student in a plain white button up uniform and a navy blue skirt walked through the doors of the school, quickly trying to avoid the chaos. She looked angry, and slightly embarrassed, as if knowing she was somewhat part of the problem.

Rika Orimoto, first year at Tokyo Metropolitan Arts Technical Academy. Also known as your first 'X'.

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unedited; 1.31k words - next chapter

author's note; lord knows the insanity that's about to unfold...

Will be posted ASAP 🫡🫡

megumi’s in his feelings and he can’t get out of it [megumi fushiguro smau]

— in which megumi takes a liking to the new girl in class a.k.a you pt. 1, pt. 2

note(s): megumi’s a [somewhat] blunt texter, jealous!megumi 👀, slightly!oblivious reader, another kugisaki cameo! gets suggestive at the end.

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megumi’s in his feelings and he can’t get out of it [megumi fushiguro smau]

— in which megumi takes a liking to the new girl in class a.k.a you pt. 1 , pt. 2

note(s): megumi’s a [somewhat] blunt texter, slightly!oblivious reader, kugisaki cameo!

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crossposted on wattpad

In which…yuta okkotsu is in love with his childhood best friend, who is a sociopath.

— Or

In which…retribution is the only way of survival. Haunted by your past, you harbored a cold heart for those who are ruining society with their own evil. With targets who you call your ‘X’s, you will ensure each and every one of them is crossed off your list.

LEE JULIE LOOKED AT HER REFLECTION in the mirror, the dirty mirrors of the girls bathroom, gave her a reflection in the form of the girl she once was.

It wasn't the school bathroom mirrors— no. It was him. The familiar face of the new boy that had walked right through her classroom door.

Oh Beom-seok was someone that Julie thought she'd never see again, but it seemed people from Julie's past never seemed to leave her alone.

Mungang highschool, 2020. Lee Julie held the head of a pale thin boy, the back of his hair a little bit above his nape, and his round glasses that never failed to remind her of Harry Potter.

"If there's anybody to rely on, let it be me okay?" The melancholic smile from her lips engraved itself in its brain, he watched how she cared for him— like something that she was so abandunt on protecting. "You promise?"

"I do."

FACING HER OWN DEMONS was a task that Julie had never found easy to do, even as she repeatedly told herself that she was going to face him, but the truth was— she couldn't.

She'd had told herself that if it came down to it, she'd storm into that classroom and drag Oh Beom-seok out of his seat. If there was something that needed to be done, it was to have a conversation.

But she sat there, quiet as a mouse as she doodled in her notebook. She ignored Hyoryong who was chatting with some guy that sat behind her and she ignored Eun-bi who was silently staring at her back the whole time she had returned from the bathroom.

Oh Beom-seok was staring too, his eyes unknowingly digging into her soul.

It wasn't until the students —who were curious about his new arrival— were done introducing themselves, before he meekly got up, the sound of his dragging chair catching the attention of a few people around them. He walked up to her seat, his down, but staring right at her.

"Hey, Lee Julie." He murmured, it was loud enough for her to hear.

The pen that Julie used to doodle dropped, her hand resting with a thud on her desk. She looked up, her deep brown eyes stared at slightly crooked glasses.

"We need to talk."

Julie leaned on the wall near the vending machine, staring at the floor, she crossed her arms, the look of irritation had seemingly rested into her face.

"You've changed, you look different" Beom-seok spoke first, he put in money in the vending machine, and watched as a slender can of soda popped out.

It was true—Julie *did* look different. Her long, straightened brown hair had been replaced by her natural black curls, now styled in a half-up, half-down look. She no longer wore her thick, noir glasses; instead, she had switched to contacts.

But the biggest change of all? Her face, no longer marked by bandage-covered cuts and bruises. It was blank, like a new canvas.

"You don't look that different." Julie spoke back, "you may have grown taller, I guess."

She went silent after that.

Beom-seok let out a scoff in disbelief, slightly clutching the soda can tighter, "so there's nothing to talk about? You're not going to say anything meaningful to me?"

Julie tilted her head back, letting it hit the wall, "well fuck, you're the one that called *me* to talk. you should've just left me alone."

"Like you did me?"

Julie's shoulder's instantly slumped, her jaw tightening at his retort. Beom-seok had struck a nerve— Not because he was lying, but because he was telling the truth. He was calling her out and it stung.

"Look," she sighed, her voice low but edged, "If you're gonna antagonise me for something I couldn't control. Then save it."

Beom-seok could only stare through his glasses.

"I didn't choose to leave you behind—" she continued, her voice slightly shaking, "I'll admit—I should've handled it better. And I'm sorry for that. But that doesn't give you the right to say what you said to me that day."

Her eyes started welling up "You had no right to tell me I was worse than the assholes who bullied you. Or that I never cared about you."

Beom-seok's mouth opened slightly, but no words came out at first. His chest tightened under how heavy her words—the truth—felt. He swallowed hard.

"I...I didn't mean it like that." He muttered. "I just- I just wanted." He stumbled over his words, trying to piece together something at least coherent.

But Julie sharply cut him off, "you wanted what?"

Beom-seok froze

Her tone wasn't angry—it was tired. Like she had nothing left to give this conversation.

Julie stood there for a beat, staring at him. Then she shook her head, quietly, and turned toward the hallway that lead back to their classroom.

"For both our sakes," she said over her shoulder, "we shouldn't talk for a while."

chapter 2

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌 𝐁𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐃 in it's usual mischief, sneakers squeaking around as students roughed around, others laughing at the dismay of others, dismay that they may have caused their own selves.

Lee Julie found herself laying her chin on her desk placed at the front of the class next to the door, scribbling indecipherable nonsense on a random piece of paper, there was nothing worth doing— watching the bullies torture some poor student was substandard and gossiping with the girls who she was forced to call her friends was an even bigger waste of her time.

"Are we going to visit the beauty stores after classes?" Min Eun-bi giddily asked around the other girls. Park Hyoryeong, —whom sat at the desk across — Eun-bi's close friend smiled and hummed in agreement, nodding excitedly as she scrolled through her phone.

Eun-bi turned to her left, Julie sat at the desk right infront of her, "What about you? Julie? Are you going to come with us?"

Silence bestowed the group, Hyoryeong awkwardly looked up from her phone, staring at the girl in the front.

Julie put her pencil down, sitting up from her slouched position, turning around with a blink and bored facial expression, she looked at Eun-bi. "The beauty store? When we have mock exams coming soon?"

"Yes—"

"If you don't want to come that's fine." Hyoryeong interjected, causing Julie to divert her attention. "They may not have anything that you might like anyways.."

Julie furrowed her brows, choosing to stay silent, she stared as Eun-bi jokingly chastised Hyoryeong for being rude. "Hyoryeong you can't just say something like that" Eun-bi bantered.

"What? Like I'm lying? She wouldn't find anything for her, it'll just be a waste."

With a flat face, Julie turned back around. By now she was used to the little jabs Hyoryeong would make, and the unserious attempts from Eun-bi; trying to force her to be nice.

She looked at her hands, the bronze skin tone staring back at her. The words; they may not have anything you might like, irked her to no end. The not-so subtle prejudice was never missed. The small snide remarks, the discrete looks that was made towards her, the leaving her out of activities just because they felt like they didn't want to be seen with her.

Lee Julie knew that Min Eun-bi and Park Hyoryeong were only friends with her to make themselves feel better about themselves. So that they could get a pat on the pack for befriending the new student who's clearly different.

Amidst Eun-bi and Hyoryeong's unsettling banter, Julie felt her eyes drift around, landing on the figure she so often found herself staring at.

Everyone was well aware of Yeon Si-eun. The boy who's top-grade student. The academically gifted one. He was the type that could look at a mathematical problem and solve it with his eyes closed shut. Always with that look of aloofness.

One thing that Julie liked staring at, were his eyes— when they weren't glued to a notebook or random textbook— Those dark black eyes that looked so waxed that she could probably see her reflection if she looked close enough. Julie would always find herself lost in them, finding peace in watching his irises move left to right as he jotted down notes. She thought they were beautiful.

Unfortunately for her, the boy usually kept to himself, always tangled in his academics. It kept him distant from the rest of them; like a guarded wall that she so desperately wanted to break down.

She never felt like this often, especially for a boy she barely knows at all, but it was something about Yeon Si-eun, that made her want to protect him from anything and she didn't know why. Maybe she was experiencing a strong case of limerence, or, maybe it's because he reminded her of someone that she used to know.

"Hey, Lee Julie."

The simple pronunciation of her name made her jolt, startling her from her day dreams. Her heart skipping a quiet beat. She turned around, looking at Min Eun-bi, the one who called for her.

"Stop zoning out." Eun-bi said, "Teacher said it's time for P.E."

Most of the class sat on the track field's stoned steps, waiting as they watched the remaining few of their classmates finish their usual end of class laps around the field.

Julie was one of the first girls to finish, she was quite athletic. Sports was something she took quite seriously. Back in her old school, she was one of the highly notable members on her girls team. Byuk-san didn't have a girls team for any sport the school had to offer yet, so the only way Julie could show off and show out was in physical education classes.

Her scalp grew slightly itchy from sweat, and she released it from it's captive hair tie, letting it breathe. One thing she really liked about herself was her hair, it was long, curly, dark and healthy.

She placed her hair tie on her wrist, and decided to pay attention to the remaining few of her classmates. The slow ones who weren't really deemed to be skilled athletically.

"Look at him,he looks so stupid—"

Julie glared at Hyoryeong, who was down the steps with Eun-bi and other girls, they were standing around with Yeong-bin's group. She hated that group.

"If I beat Bolt's record, I'd think about it," Julie hears Ahn Su-Ho say to the phys Ed teacher.

Ahn Su-ho was one of the few people at this school Julie had ever truly respected. He never pissed anyone off on purpose, he didn't go out of his way to undermine and bully others. He stayed in his lane and minded his business. Plus— he was an excellent fighter.

Julie wouldn't say she knew the boy personally, but, they were fairly acquainted.

After his conversation with their teacher, Julie saw Su-ho climb up the steps, his footsteps heading towards her.He slid into the empty space next to her, stretching his arms as he grabbed a water bottle from her duffle bag.

"Did I say you could take one asshole?" Julie chuckled as she watched him open the bottle and take a huge gulp.

"Stop acting so tough" Su-ho swallowed, a small smile on his face from her insult.

Ahn Su-ho had met Lee Julie back in his MMA trainee days, back when she never attended Byuksan, back when Julie's hair was taken through a straightener and her eyes were covered with big chunky glasses.

She was a decent fighter he'd admit, someone that would always give him trouble. But they didn't know anything about each other besides their names. But one day she had just decided to quit, and just a few weeks later, she had shown up in his class, as one of the first new female students that Byuksun High had started accepting.

It's been a year since then, yet Ahn Su-ho and Lee Julie still don't know much about each other—aside from their first and last names.

The two sat in silence, Su-ho's posture relaxed into the back of the step behind him, Julie sat up straight and poised, arms crossed as she watched the rest of her class.

Yeon Si-eun was struggling to complete his run, he stood out from the rest of the class with his white undershirt and black school pants. Julie theorised reasons for his lack of P.E uniform.

Her eyes darting to Yeong-bin, unknowingly staring daggers.

"Fuck man." She overhead one of Yeong-bin's lackies chortle "he's like a zombie."

She then watched as the same bully proceeded to reenact the movement of a zombie, causing Yeong-bin and the others around him to laugh.

"Fuck you're so right" Hyoryeong agreed with him.

Julie glared even harder, her crossed harms tensed— the more angry she began to feel, the more her hands gripped her arms. "Shitheads" she unknowingly chided.

Su-ho felt her irritation, and honestly he agreed, which is why he took the water bottle he was drinking and flung it straight at the bully's head, hitting him.

Julie couldn't help but snort at the way the whole entire group froze.

The bully he flung the bottle at looked at the two, visually upset but he knew he couldn't say anything. Su-ho looked as relaxed as ever, leaning forward as he pointed at the bottle. "Get that."

The bully brought the water bottle back with a fallen facial expression. He stood infront of Su-ho, ashamed of himself.

"What's your name again?" Su-ho asked the guy

"I'm Jeong-chan" he's mumbled

Su-ho nodded and hummed, waving the water bottle dismissively, sending Jeong-chan on his way.

Julie was finally able to wipe the smile off her face, all while Yeon Si-eun had finished his run. She got up, knowing the period was almost over.

"Catch you around" Su-ho offered a goodbye.

"Yeah" Julie hummed away.

In the girls locker room, Julie was the first to arrive and the first to leave, showering and changing into her school uniform, her beige hoodie over her left shoulder and school bad slung over her right. She hummed a small song as she closed and locked her locker, the old metal making a loud sound.

She was just about to turn and leave, but then she was stopped by Eun-bin and Hyoryeong.

"Lee Julie" Hyoryeong spoke, she didn't look quite happy, but then again, when was she ever? "Since when were you and Su-ho friends?"

Julie scoffed, "we're not."

"Then why were you so close to him all of a sudden?" Eun-bin asked her, looking to the side a little, trying to avoid eye contact.

Julie stared right into her soul, her brows furrowed in confusion, "why do you care?"

"Because—" she coughed, "Hyoryeong wanted to know."

Julie's face contorted in that of annoyance, she forcibly stopped her body from making her eyes roll, "whatever, can I go now—"

"You know he used to be a fighter right?" Hyoryeong cut her off, hands on her hips matter-of-factly.

Julie nodded "yeah I know—"

"And you know the rumors that went on about you when you first got here, so you being friendly with him would be really telling."

There it was— another snide remark.

Julie just sighed, she was honestly so sick and tired of tolerating Hyoryeong and her stupid antics.

"You're just going to stay quiet—"

"Hyoryeong." Julie spoke, "do me a favor. Just shut up."

Eun-bin physically tensed, backing up a little bit. Hyoryeong blinked, she wanted used to Julie talking back, never had she ever responded to her words before, it was usually recieved with silent glares and annoyed grunts.

"What?" Hyoryeong choked, unable to speak.

"I think it's best if you mind your business instead of worrying about who I'm friends with." She got close, "Because I'm definitely not friends with you."

She walked off with the final word, bumping shoulders with Hyoryeong on the way, not even sending Eun-bin a glance her way.