*Ri-na POV*

I followed Anya as close as I could while still keeping my distance. I didn't trust her. I didn't trust anyone really. My hand was interlocked with Kyung-hee as I glanced at her every few seconds.

There was something odd about this school I didn't see that many students walking around or teachers rushing to get their papers sorted, it was quiet and carried an ominous feeling. Anya suddenly stopped and looked back at us with our 'papers' in her hands.

"Lee Ri-na…..why are you still in school at the age of 21?" Her eyebrows creased in confusion as she looked me up and down suspiciously.

My mouth dropped and my throat went dry, how did she get that information? And how the hell am I supposed to explain it??

I was about to say some bullshit excuse but Kyung-hee spoke up for me.

"Our mum died a few years ago and our whole family went through dark times. Ri-na was just setback a bit, she's still smarter than any girl in this school." Kyung-hee squeezed my hand tightly and glared at Anya.

I wished that was the case but still, I felt my heart swelling with love for my little pure-hearted sister. I don't know what I would do if anyone were to hurt her.

"Mhm kay, whatever floats your throat." Anya shrugged and kept going through the papers.

I felt annoyed that she was just looking at our personal information like that but she gave off a 'I'm the main bitch around here' vibe so I had to be careful to not start something I can't finish.

"Your father is Lee Douhyuk? He sounds like an asshole." She looked at me for a second and I forced out a laugh.

You don't say.

"Well, you're wrong." I half smiled and looked away.

To call my father an asshole would mean regarding him as a human being and that's something I don't see him as. He's a monster.

"Lastly what the fuck are you two wearing? You trying to freeze or are you going 50 shades of illegal prostitution??" She crossed her arms and motioned to our thin bare blouses.

Of course. The fucking blazers that dad wouldn't buy. Ugh.

"Funny for you to assume we would need extra covering, we're not some weak little girls that you're most probably used to dealing with so why don't you let us dress however the hell we want to dress and mind your own goddamn business." I took a step closer and snatched the papers out of her hand.

She stared me down silently with a look I couldn't make out.

"I like you." Her mouth parted and she took a step closer so we were barely apart.

What the….fuck?

"Let's go to an empty classroom, I can assure you the teachers won't mind if we're a bit late." She grabbed my wrist and started undoing the top button on her blouse with excited eyes.

"Woah, woah, WOAH! Not happening!!!" I wrenched my arm out of her grasp and took a defensive step backward.

"What? You want Little Kyung-hee to join as well? shit, I've never been into incest but I'll give it a go." She stepped towards me again and this time I put my hands on her shoulders and held her away.

"I am not a lesbian, I will never be a lesbian and I'm certainly never going to have sex with you!!!" I pushed her back harder, feeling repulsed by her forceful and slutty behavior.

"Ooh, someone denied Anya~"

A soft melodic voice came out of nowhere and I turned my head to the right where a boy with silver hair and a gorgeous face was leaning back against the lockers.

"Park-fucking-Jimin mind your own business." Anya snapped at the boy only for him to laugh in response.

He suddenly started walking toward us, looking me dead straight in the eye. His gaze made me feel…..penetrated. I protectively folded my arms over my chest and cleared my throat.

"W…what?" I looked away to avoid his glare but came back to it, finding his deep, chilly eyes too mesmerizing.

"I didn't say anything to you but if you really want me to use my mouth on you let's at least go somewhere more private." He ran his hand through his hair and winked at me.

I felt a sudden pulse inbetween my legs and choked on my saliva. I stared at him speechless wondering what the fuck he had just did to make me feel that.

"W...we'd like to get to class, if you don't mind." I didn't have a watch but I knew the first class already started and I would do anything to get away from him and compose myself.

"We?" Park Jimin frowned and looked around, his eyes widening as he saw Kyung-hee to the side of me.

"What is that? This is a high school not a preschool." He said disrespectfully.

"Ohhhhh shit!" Anya made a shocked face and looked at me expectantly.

Are you kidding me? This man-bitch.

"Yeah well you're short enough to make this place look like a kindergarten." I winked back at him and his face changed slightly.

"Oh no she didn't!" Anya screeched in disbelief at my retort as Jimin grabbed his chest in fake pain.

"Oh yes she did." Kyung-hee responded to her immediately as they high fived.

Oh no, no, no, no fuck no. I am not letting these two even think of becoming friends. Who knows what horrendous, promiscuous things Anya might teach her.

"Don't touch her, Kyung-hee. Lord knows which vaginas she's had her hands in." I eyed her angrily as I felt my fuse lighting. I was already pissed off with these two so blatantly disregarding the class times and now she was trying to befriend my sister.

"Mhm, girl's got some bite." Jimin smirked to me and leaned forward.

"I'll have to see about taming that mouth later won't I?" He blew a kiss to me then walked off.

I stared at his retreating form, comprehending what he had just said and trying to figure out why I felt that thing when he spoke.

I turned back and saw Anya and Kyung-hee taking a selfie together. The poses Anya was showing her to do were extremely inappropriate and my fuse blew.

"That's it." I surged forward and grabbed Anya, pushing her back into an empty classroom. I locked the door behind me and slammed her against the wall.

"I didn't want to have to do this but you're really leaving me with no choice." I grabbed her by her hair and held her back against the wall while she stared at me in surprise.

"Stay. Away. From. Kyung-hee." I leaned forward and closed my eyes, fighting the urge to harm her.

Don't fuck this up, Ri-na.

"You asked why I'm still in highschool at my age.  It's because I purposely failed year 12 until Kyung-hee had caught up to me and we could both be in the same class together. I did that so I wouldn't graduate and be able to stay in school and protect her 24/7. Now, I don't want to threaten you so I'm asking you woman to woman….please stay away from my sister." I let go of her and stepped back, closing my fists tightly.

She remained silent and all that could be heard was Kyung-hee's desperate knocks on the door.

"You really love her that much huh?" Even though the classroom was dark I could just make out her face and the saddened expression on it.

"I love her more than anything this world can offer. I'd give my life for her in an instant." I took another step back feeling heavily emotional at how precious Kyung-hee was to me.

After mom died, she was all I had. Every time I was upset over something dad said to me…Kyung-hee would hug me or tell me stories to cheer me up. There's nothing without her, no family, no future, no happiness.

"Fine. I'll stay away from her." Anya moved away from the wall and straightened her clothes out.

I breathed out in relief. 'Thank y--"

"But I'm not the one you need to worry about."

My breath caught in my throat and I felt genuine fear from Anya's serious tone.

"What do you mean?" I grabbed her and made her look at me.

Her face looked fallen and I could tell she was in turmoil. She was about to speak but the high pitched whine of the school p.a system cut her off as the familiar male voice floated through the classroom.

"Students, why is it when I walk through the halls during CLASS TIME, I hear some little shitheads fucking around in the empty classrooms? Hmm?? Exactly. Now get to class before I come down there and fuck you back to 1st grade."

The sound cut off abruptly and my thoughts were a jumbled mess at the unbelievable message.

"We should go. Don't wanna make him mad." Anya turned and started walking to the door.

"Wait! Tell me what you meant when you said you're not the one I should be worried about." I squeezed her arm and held my breath. Something about her expression was making my stomach turn in a not-so-good way.

"It doesn't matter." She grabbed my hand and pulled it off her arm while sighing tiredly.

"You'll meet her soon anyway."