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"Mr.Kobayashi you're very handsome but you're not my type."
What the fuck Ae Chung! Seriously! You're not my type! I can't believe I just said that out loud to the motherfucking Principal! Oh my god how embarrassing. I bang my schedule on my face 1 too many times.
"But if I ever become your type...you know where to find me." I feel my face become heated. How can he say that with a face like that. Of course your my type. You're more of my type than Kyle.
Pause.
The fuck did I just think. I took a breath in before repeatedly banging my head on the paper in front of me. I look around slightly around. Sorry Kyle. I didn't mean that. My head was weak for a split second. I will never think that ever again. Now I'm going crazy thinking that Kyle could possibly be hearing my thoughts. Or even be near me right now. Goddd I meet hot guys and I become weak.
"You're not my type either. Mr.MyoArak."
Damn that stung. He didn't have to be so blunt. My mood instantly got dejected with that thought. My mind started drifting into reasons why I'm possibly not his type. I mean he's obviously a top- and I'm the king of twink nation. I mean look at me.
I subconsciously flashed a pose. I heard some people whisper and I snapped out of my complimentary zone. I looked down at my schedule.
-Criminal Justice 103B-
103B? What building am I in? I look around. Fuck I'm still in the office. I quickly get out of the building, trying to find a map.
After awhile walking aimlessly I realized I'm back in the same place. Maybe I should just ask for a map. I turn around bumping into something rather soft, followed by a screech.
I quickly backed up to come into view a model like girl. Tall, skinny, tanned and bleach blonde. It just so happens that her breast was the same height as me. And I think they just walked into me.
"Pervert!" She yelled out. "Pervert! The fuck you mean?" I retaliate. "You GROPED me!" This sentence started getting recognition because people coming out their cars started staring at me. "Why were you tailgating me! I should have room to turn around freely."
That absolutely fumed her. "Maybe if you Ching Chong your chopstick legs faster, I wouldn't have be so close."
Ching Chong? Ching motherfucking Chong!?!
This riled me up more than it should've, I felt my blood boil.
"Is Lil Minli upset. Does she needs to learn how to walk. Or does she need glasses." She put her hands on her face and stretched out her eyelids to create a sharp slit. And mock me. My fist just suddenly tightened and I'm not going to lie but was midair into a swing, before getting pulled back.
"Jay~" She said with this fucking disgusting flirtatious voice of hers. I look up to see Jamar who's holding me in his arm's.
"He attacked me! Protect me from this immigrant." She whined while pushing me aside and clinging onto Jamar. He had this face of pure Irritation.
He took a breath before slowly unclogging himself from her. "Cheryl please. I saw everything. You were videotaping him and mocking his height plus, I really didn't appreciate that eye imitation and immigrant remark."
She was completely baffled. "Obviously I wasn't talking about you." He glares her down. She crosses her arms and stomps like a whiny child. As I was about to pick up my slip that I accidentally dropped. She stomps on it, ripping into it before flipping her hair and walking away. "Bitch." I whispered under my breath.
I feel a pat on my back. "Wow, I didn't think you had it in you to talk back. And you were seriously bout to throw hands to. Impressive."
"Yeah, I go crazy when I see dolls. Couldn't stop myself from trying to rip he-their heads off." I quickly grasped the ripped paper trying to identify if, it's useable. I turn towards him. "Thank you for stopping me. Could've seriously messed up my scholarship." He just smiled back at me, and ruffled my hair. "It's all good Jhit."
"Let's see what we have here." He takes the paper. "Trash." He crumbles up the paper and throws it in the trash while saying 'Kobe.'
"Let's go get you a new one."
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