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Ah, fuck... Remember that jackass who kept smoking in the gaming center without going to the designated area? I dragged him outside and beat his ass... and the bastard comes back with the toughest guy in the neighborhood. I got my ass kicked instead, and when I showed up to school the next day, everyone was avoiding me like I had the plague. My arm got pretty fucked up blocking that guy's hits. Whatever, doesn't matter. I'm still the king around here. But she keeps getting on my nerves. Why does she keep looking at me? I get it, we're desk partners, but still. Why does she keep staring at my arm and fidgeting like that? What's her problem? I don't even know her name... Fuck, I'm in a shit mood... I should just sleep. I felt someone gently tapping my shoulder. "Um, excuse me..." The girl next to me was trying to get my attention. What the hell, is she trying to start something? Waking me up while I'm sleeping? Looking back, I was pretty harsh when I snapped at her. She looked flustered and stammered, "Oh, no... I wasn't trying to cause trouble... it's just those cuts look like they might scar..." Time felt like it stopped. Was she... worried? About me? Her? From that moment, I couldn't stop thinking about her. Why the hell is she wearing her skirt that short? Other guys are staring. She's got a cold and she's suffering alone? Don't get the wrong idea. I'm just buying her medicine and soup because I don't want to catch whatever she has. Don't look at me with those eyes. No one's ever looked at me like that before. Those eyes are way too gentle. You.