It's gotta get bad

"I dance, I sing, I act——I do a lot of things. What? No, I'm not a halfie. It's the nose, isn't it..." Lee "Ken" Jaehwan / Year 3 ＳＣＨＥＤＵＬＥ

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People called the kid 'Ken', apparently he wasn't a halfie, though he sure looked like one. Either way it didn't matter. All he knew, was that it had been terribly easy, stealing one of the guy's textbooks from his bag. He ripped the pages out, lighter already in hand and itching to set the thing on fire. He'd make sure to leave the ashes outside his door when he was finished.

—so apparently the foreign-looking-boy’s not going to be doing any studying this lunch break because his anthology somehow disappeared from his bag. He’s received an “anonymous” tip saying a "goofy-lookin’ tall dude went that way" with his book after he’d left his table to get a drink from the fountain. ‘Because apparently, being at this school, studying and being dehydrated makes you a perfect target for destruction. Ken’s thinking that if someone wanted to use his textbook that badly, they could have just asked but he’s going to have to find out who it was so they’ll know where to return it.What he doesn’t expect is to find the culprit outside, behind some sort of electrical, ground-mounted box. He’s lead there by stepping on a sheet reading “Hamlet: Act 1, Scene 2”, following the trail of strewn pages along the snow-littered ground. His brows settle into a deep furrow. “Y—ah! Hey!” 

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She had tucked a loose strand of  amber hair behind her ear, as the dapper boy continued to speak; he was being quite friendly, and amiable - even for a stranger. For a second, she had forgotten she was in Bullworth - the worst school to exist. But yet, she had found this ever-so charmingly mellow boy—Amazing.

His voice and teethy smile had only made her smile grow, she was elated that there were people like him that existed in this school— him. A name; she needed a name.

 "I think you’ll get by with that  charismatic smile of yours. No need to worry," She had nervously laughed, because it all sounded better and less alluring in her head. "O-oh yeah, your name—what’s your name?"

 The boy sinks his teeth into the fleshy expanse of his lower lip in an attempt to prevent his grin from stretching, his brows upturning ever so slightly at her words. He's clearly amused—both by the hint of nervousness in her tone and how she stutters. He releases the bite on his lip to speak. "—You think so?" He laughs now, quietly, as to not embarrass her. "I'm Ken. Or—you can call me Jaehwan. Whichever. What's yours?" Before she can reply, the bell notifying students to head to their first period class chimes above. At this, he glances at his watch (somewhat in disbelief that time flew so quickly), then returns his gaze to the female. "Ah, I guess we better head off. I have English, how about you?" He's hoping she'll have the same—he hasn't exactly made any friends just yet.

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[ 'a minuscule grin was tugged at the corner of her creamy blanched lips, as her hues fixated onto the new and unfamiliar face of bullworths' halls, gratuitously she came into the boys' view, her voice sounding quite angelic-like; ] welcome to bullworth... ['she paused, quickly recollecting her thoughts, a sympathetic smile forming; ] it gets better...i think.

 He's surprised at the amount of people he's had come up to him with kind words—perhaps people aren't as cruel here as he's recently heard. Glancing down at the female, he grants her a charming smile, a cage of pearly white teeth peeking from behind full lips. He adjusts the strap of his backpack over his shoulder absentmindedly. "Oh, thanks!" He does in fact find her voice rather soothing. The last of her words has his nose scrunching in a playful manner. "I sure hope so." A pause. "I'm joking—it's not so bad here! Well, from what I've seen or...experienced so far."

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The cold winter air nipped at the skin of her face as she tried to hid it within the comfort of her jacket. Though slightly effective, she lost her vision due to the dark colored fabric causing her to run into the male. The girl glanced up, slightly embarrassed, "Oh, I'm sorry." She stated, "Really sorry."

 Music's filling his ears through headphones, tucked warm beneath his winter hat. He's somewhat lost in the lyrical content of the song himself (perhaps even humming audibly enough for others to hear), so he's not entirely sure if  he's to blame for the bumping into or not. Instinctively, he reaches out in front of him to place his hands on either side of her arms in an effort to keep her up from falling. Coarse eyebrows raise and he holds his breath, a cloud of white leaving his mouth with the slow exhale.  "—Are you all right? I wasn't watching where I was going—" His hands lift from her shoulders, fingers fishing beneath his toque to tug his headphones out of his ears. It isn't until then that he realizes he's seen this girl before.  "Hey, you're in my homeroom, aren't you?"

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Hello, welcome to Bullworth! I’m Jihoon, I hope you enjoy your time here, and if you ever need anything at all, don’t be afraid to come ask, I’m always here if needed. /he nods before presenting the other with a flower crown; Here, this is for you!

  “Oh,” He begins, not expecting to be approached so suddenly (after all—he was simply walking down the hall. Is it so obvious that he’s new?). That being so, he stops in his tracks. I’m always here if needed. Reassuring. ‘But could he really find him among the noisy crowd of people?  ”Jihoon—hey—”  Amber hues settle upon the flower-strung headdress in the other’s palms. He takes it without hesitance. It reminds him of something he’s had to wear in a past play. Julius Caeser."Thank you! I’m Jaehwan. Or, you can call me Ken." His lips curve into a smile, revealing just a hint of his pearly whites. "It’s because I look like a foreigner. They called me it at my past school." His gaze flickers to the crown once more before returning to the male. “Am I supposed to put this on or will someone make fun of me for it?” He’s teasing, obviously.

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