- classroom c

@kim jongdae Tiffany laughed as she continued to pull the male towards her locker. "We have to hurry before the roof is taken by other weird people!" She exclaimed as they reached her locker. Opening the locker with the right combination, she smiled as she pulled out a large bag. "Come on! Lets go~" she said as she pulled him towards the roof, this time a bit slower.

@hwang miyoung "Yah, dont pull me so hard!" Chen tugged lightly on his hand, frowning sulkily at the girl. Why did she have to be so cheerful about everything? It mae chen want to be more depressed, if just to be arbitrary. He heaved a huge sigh, letting her drag him off, and muttered to himself. "Dragging me round like im some sort of stuffed toy," he muttered, grumbling. "Your gonna take my arm off."

@kim jongdae Tiffany laughed as she followed the male with a dramatic gasp. "Me? Bossy? No way! I'm just persistent!" She exclaimed as she followed him out. "You'll like my cooking, so far no one has said that they disliked my marvelous cooking~" she said with a small giggle. "Let's go to my locker to get it before we go up to the roof!" She exclaimed happily, pulling the male towards the hallways.

@hwang miyoung Chen nodded, standing up and stretching lightly. The heat of the room was suffocating, and he needed fresh air. "You cook?" He asked, a spark of curiousity in his voice. "I had you pegged as more of a "bossy" girl. Well, im hungry. Lets see if your cooking is any good." He strode towards the door, jerking it open and standing in the hall expectantly. At least this would be a break from the monotony of everyday school life.

@kim jongdae Tiffany smiled at he male, trying not to show her sad face towards the boy, because she knew he didn't have that much time left. "Great! I packed a whole bunch of food because I love cooking. We can eat at the rooftop, it's usually empty during lunch unless we run into a couple of guys who like being there 24/7. But they usually skip school." She said with a smile, trying to brighten the mood. She didn't like it when things got awkward and quiet. "Let's go, we don't have to spend the whole period here." She said as she stood up, poking his arm. "It's a bit crowded and stuffy in here isn't it?" She asked.

@hwang miyoung "My time, huh.....i dont have much of that to give." He was half joking, half serious, knowing that shed pick up on what he meant. It was his warning: dont get too close, because you'll only be hurt when im gone. Chen shrugged and waved a dismissive hand, feeling resigned."alright. I suppose you can join me for lunch. Its not like itll kill me." He chuckled slightly at the ironic comment and went back to staring outside of the window.

@kim jongdae "I don't have many friends here. Transferring from France about two months ago, apparently isn't enough time to make friends. Even if I did make friends, it's pretty obvious that their fake. So, since I know who you are and what family you're from, I think you're my best bet as to having an actual friend, even if you ignore me." She said with a bright smile. "I might not be able to sit next to you, but give me some of your time during lunch, okay?"

@hwang miyoung "Oh, really, now?" Chen narrowed his eyes, a cold, distant frown on his face. Fine. the girl wanted to latch on to him, did she? Well, chen would show her what exactly the consquesnces of that would be.." go ahead, knock yourself out," he said in a chilly tone. "I cant promise you anything-i might just ignore you."

@kim jongdae "What do I want?" She asked with a smile, "I want... The seat next to or near you, some of your time during lunch and also the time we have for next period since it's going to be a self study day." She ended, clasping her hands together and staring into the male's eyes. "It's not because your mommy told me to or my mom told me to, I'm doing this because I want to. My mom knows how hard it is to control me." She said quickly, not wanting the male to misunderstand.

@hwang miyoung Chen tilted his head scrunching slightly in confusion. He didnt know whether to believe what the girl was saying about sympathy ir not, as it had been too long sonce hed had a true friend to count on. Chen simply shook his head wordlessly, his.eyes downcast. He looked up again, rubbing hiabchin."hwang, eh? I think i might just have heard of them..ahh, i remember nkw." His mother had been froends ith tiffanys mother, it seemed. "So thats who she was always calling on the phone, huh." He shrugged nonchalantly and eyed her. "Well, tiffany. What do you want?"

@kim jongdae Tiffany smiled at the male. "Who knows? I might be one~" she said with a small laugh. "Joking. Why would I sympathize you? Why would I feel bad?" she asked, tilting her head. Lowering her voice she said, "I won't give you any sympathy or pity, just because I know about your... illness.." she said in a whisper. "My name is Tiffany Hwang and I'm the Heiress to the Hwang enterprises." she said out loud, acting like nothing happened before.

@hwang miyoung "Who you are? You make it sound like you're some sort of movie star," he said dismissively. Perhaps he had been a little too pblivious to the things his mother talked about. But then, his mom was always such a clueless woman... he disliked feeling that he was a charity case for this girl, and he let his discomfort show. "I dont need sympathy." His voice was quiet, firm. "If you think your talking to me because you feel bad," get away from me. If not...then tell me who you are."

@kim jongdae "That answers my question, You didn't ask your mom about me. Ouch~" she said dramatically, with a grin on her face. "Maybe YOU aren't opening your ears. I heard from my mom that your mom talk a lot about my family, including me." she shot back at him playfully. Noticing his bad mood, she turned around and stared at the other students who were looking at them and pointing fingers. "Pointing is disrespectful. Give us some space and go back to what you were doing. Nothing interesting here." she said to them with a forced smile that clearly showed how irritated she was.
Watching the students back away from them, she turned back around and smiled. "I can tell you who I am if you want." she said with a true smile on her face.

@hwang miyoung Chen opened his other eye, raosong an eyebrow at the girp and shakijg his head. "Nope, you dont seem familiar at all." He said, his voice still cold and indifferent. "Maybe YOU are just xrazy. I dont know you." He didnt want all this damn attention drawn to himself, and the girl had done just that- drawn attention to him.he scowled mooodily, rubbing his aching forhead and blowing out a breath. ""Im looking, happy now?" He griped.

@kim jongdae TIffany smiled at the male who had his head down on his desk. "Did you ever find out from your mother who I was?" she asked him as she poked his arm. She wasn't really interested in knowing the reason why he was here. He was here because of reasons and she had a pretty good guess as to why he was here anyways. He didn't need to explain it to her if he didn't want to.
"You should look up when someone talks to you." she said as she leaned towards his head. She heard the students in the room looking at them with curious eyes. The questions they had were pretty obvious. How do they know each other and other stuff like that. Paying no need to the whispers and gossip that was going around, she waited for the male's answer patiently.

@hwang miyoung Chen didn’t smile back, figuring it would be best to discourage the girl ahead of time. he didn’t have time to “play nice” or “make friends”. He turned his attention towards the front of the room instead, staring dully at the teacher, willing himself to fall asleep..and ended up dozing off for the duration of class. The teacher didn’t dare wake him- he was sure his parents must have had an “understanding” with about half of the class on just what their expectations should be for him.
Chen kept his eyes closed as the chair scraped across the floor across from him, hoping that she would just leave- what did she want, anyway? To ask him why he was here? To question him about the pathetic state she had seen him In yesterday? Chen didn’t want any of that. He opened one eye and grumbled at her. “go away, im sleeping.” He said, his voice cold.

@kim jongdae Tiffany smiled at the male who looked back towards her, not fazed at how she was caught staring at him. laughing softly at his actions, she gave him a small wave and decided to mumble a small "Hi...". She stared at him one last time and turned around to face the teacher who was continuing on with the same speech she gave to almost all of her past classes.
Finally when the teacher was cut off by the bell, signalling that homeroom was over, she quickly said a goodbye and left the classroom. Sighing in tiredness, Tiffany was glad that the teacher was finally gone. Standing up from her seat she made her way towards Jongdae and pulled up an empty chair and sat across from him. "Nice to meet you, again." she said with an eyesmile.

@hwang miyoung Chen sighed, leaning his chin on his hand and zoning out as the teacher began speaking about rules and restrictions, about what to expect for the year and every other piece of nonsense she could think of. Chen had had a private tutor for the past nine years of his schooling, and he had missed his sophomore year due to his cancer; he had been stuck in the hospital all day instead of getting his education, too sick from the medication and the chemo to learn anything. All that had changed this year- it seemed that with the death sentence on his head, came a brand new chen. At least, as his mother saw it.
She had clucked, and tutted, and sobbed over her “poor, poor son,” who would never know the joys of making friends in school. Chen scoffed at the thought. He had made plenty of friends, before he’d gotten sick. But it just proved how people really were- they were only nice out of pity. Chen had agreed to go to high school on the condition that he be sent somewhere where no one would know of his illness- and so here he was, a seventeen year old sitting in a class of sixteen year olds, bored out of his mind. He didn’t care about school; what use would this knowledge do him? Besides, his head hurt the way it always did in the mornings, and it was making him angry and irritable. He slouched back In his chair, fiddling absently with the strings of the blue scarf- the same one that weird girl from yesterday had given him. Why hed kept it, he didn’t know. He should have thrown it away when he got the chance. The feeling of being watched made chen look up, right into the eyes of the very girl he was thinking about. He raised his brows in shock, shaking his head in disbelief- she went to this school?

@kim jongdae Tiffany jumped at the loud noise that was heard from the door as she looked at the male who entered the classroom with a hat pushed low on his head enough to cover his eyes. She tilted her head at his behavior and her eyes widened when he spoke and introduced himself to the class.
"Kim Jongdae..." she mumbled to herself. She remembered their little short meeting the day before and looked at him as he sat next to a kid who really didn't seem to give a crap about anything.
She wasn't really surprised about the fact that he transferred, but rather wondered why he didn't go to this school in the first place. After all, this school was the one school where all the heirs and heiresses went to because of their family background, and she knew that he was of course one who was above the ranks than most of the student in the classroom this moment.
Staring at his sitting figure, she wondered if he was feeling okay. She knew that cancer wasn't the prettiest thing one could have and was informed from her mother to take care of him whenever she saw him. She had told her that he would have frequent burst of anger because of his condition and that he would be in a bad mood every morning.

@hwang miyoung Chen strolled down the hallways at a lazy pace, slouching, his hands shoved deep in his pockets and a scowl painted onto his face, reluctant to get to class; he would take his own sweet time, he thought. After all, there wasn’t much of that left. He was not looking forward to the awkward introductions, the long looks from the other students as they decided where he would fit within their social hierarchy; the whole thing just gave chen one massive headache.
He sighed, reaching the room of his class at last and standing beside the heavy oak door, his hand on the brass knob as he listened to the voices within.
A rather frazzled-sounding teacher was calling out directions and morning attendance over the general roar of student chattering; and then at last, came the cue. “we have a new student with us. His name is-“
Chen pushed the door open with a rough jerk and stepped inside, his hands still in his pockets and his hat pushed low over his forhead. The class turned to stare at him, analyzing him, and he cleared his throat.
“it’s jongdae. Kim jongdae.” And then he was walking forward and slumping down into a seat at the back of the class room, next to a kid who looked like the resident burnout; his lip curled at the sight of his seat partner, and he sighed. No matter. As long as these people left him well enough alone, hed be fine.

Tiffany entered the class room and sat down in her seat that was towards the back and next to the window. "I wonder if he's okay... He didn't look so good at the hospital." she mumbled to herself as she rested her head on her desk. Sighing, she remembered about the events that took place yesterday. After her small meeting with Kim Jongdae, she had found her father and demanded him for the package he had taken away from her. He refused at first, but she had threatened to never set foot in the house and cut all ties with the family, which made him give in and hand her the package she had been waiting for.
Then, she had talked to her mother before dinner and told her about her meeting with the only heir to the Kim family that she knew so well about and asked her about him. Of course she knew that he was limited in time and his death wasn't so far away, it saddened her because he was around her age and was limited on the things he could and could not do. What she wanted to know was why he seemed so... empty and cold. But then again she would probably feel the same way if she was told that she didn't have a long time to live.
Pulled out of her thoughts when the teacher entered the classroom to start class, she raised her head so that it rested in her arms as the teacher spoke about a new student that had transferred to the school not to long ago. Her eyes were on the teacher before she heard the classroom door opening.