NOONA CH. 2
~ EIGHT YEARS LATER ~
Eight years have gone by since Chansung started to live with us. The both of us now go to the same high school. He's into sports where I enjoy fashion but prefer to be behind the scenes. It was one of those days when I allowed my mouth to get the best of me and ended up in detention. (YEAH) Three days of it and I had to serve it in the mornings before first period.
By 7 am, I had already left and was on my way to the final day of my detention. The good thing about it was that the detention that I was serving was also my first-period teacher. So since I didn't have to do any homework, allowed sleep to get the best of me.
It was a few minutes before class was supposed to start and slowly the classroom started to fill up. I had my head down ignoring all of the chatter when I felt a tap and the room go silent.
I rolled my head to the other side and the tapping feeling hit me again. Okay, now I was getting annoyed. Everyone knew not to bother me when I'm trying to sleep so who the hell was messing with me?
Then I heard, "Noona," being called.
"Noona," once more.
I rolled my head to the side where the voice was coming from. I knew damn well that only one person would call me Noona. And I'm thinking he had some sort of death wish.
"What? What isn't it, Chansung?!" I groan.
He smiled once he knew I had his attention. "You forgot your lunch," he answered.
I lifted my head and focus my attention to the dangling brown bag in between us while he smiles. Of course, I pout snatching the bag out of his hand and tossing it down next to me. "Thanks," I said then rolled my head back the other direction.
He jumps up and of course smiles to everyone including the teacher before heading out to go to his class. Once the door closed behind him, I could hear squeals come from the girls as they gossip about him.
"He's so cute."
"How does he know Logan?"
"Do they date?"
With my head down I could hear all of this. Including the voice of the person, I despised the most. "Even if they are together, they won't be for long," said Tifany Reid.
I knew she was smirking and already thinking of a plan to get with my brother. Her only problem was me.
~~~~~
The classes had ended for the day and I was heading towards my locker to put my books way when magically it closed for me. How nice, I smiled.
I looked up to see that I was being stared back the wicked bitch and her monkey minions. "What?!" I asked, opening back up my locker.
"Dump him," she orders with her squeaky voice, folding her arms across her fake chest. How do I know this? She bragged about it for weeks in the women's locker room when she got them for her sixteenth birthday. Ugh, the many painful headaches I had to endure.
I knew who she was talking about but I'll play her game. "Dump who?"
Now I was leaning on the locker waiting for her reply.
She rolls her eyes and smacks the chewing gum that was in her mouth. I felt like popping that gum back into her mouth."Don't play stupid with me Logan, you know who I'm talking about."
Closing my locker, I sling my bag over my shoulder to head out the opposite direction ignoring her and her demand. Just then a hand grabs my arm halting me from moving farther, 'big mistake.'
I turn around seeing the owner of hand try to snap it back but was too late. I lowered my bag down to the floor next to my locker and crack my neck and knuckles. "Really?" I asked.
Tifany and her friends start to back up away from me as I inch closer to them, clenching my fingers into a fist.
"I thought you wanted me to dump him," I teased.
The girls whimpered as I got closer until their backs were up against the wall. I lifted my right hand up to swing when I was stopped. Standing 6'0 ft tall, weighing a 175lbs, with brown eyes and brown hair was my brother.
He held my right wrist with one hand as he held his backpack with his other. "Seriously, noona, you can't go one day without fighting?" He whined.
I released my wrist out from his grip. "Can't I just have some fun?" I asked, smirking. I turned to walked away heading back to my bag.
He turns his attention to the girls standing all in a corner crying, probably wet their pants too. "I'm sorry, my Noona is having a bad day."
I started to walk down the hall. "Let's go, if you want a ride," I yelled.
He smiles his signature smile at them, which caused them to flood the floor again.
Nasty heffas.
He turns to me and back to them. "Is there anything I can do, to make it up to you?"
"A date," miss desperate suggested.
"Let's go, Chansung," yelling again. By now I was almost to the exit of the school.
"Uh, yeah okay," he said.
One of the girls tossed him their phone and he inputs his cell number. He looks up seeing me pushing the door open and stepping out of the school. "Got to go," he runs out behind me, knowing that I would leave his ass in a heartbeat.
In the distance, the girls are screaming as Tifany's plan is already in motion.
~~~~~
(THIRD PERSON'S POINT OF VIEW)
Chansung steps out from the school looking around for his sister. He stares out and doesn't see her by her car or not even walking towards it. Just then he feels a tap on his back that made him turn around.
(Smack)
Right in the forehead, a small little pebble hits him smack dab on his forehead. He brings his head down to his hands as he rubs the area repeatedly. "Ahh, Noona, oww, what was that for?"
She was now walking down the steps and heading to her car. He pulls his head up and following behind her. Logan pulls out her keys from her pocket and hits the unlock button, allowing them both to get in. She opens the door tossing her bag in the back as Chansung does the same. Doors slam as Logan starts up the vehicle. Before she could put the car into park, Chansung grabs her wrist.
She looks at him and glares her eyes in his directions. "Let go," she orders.
"No," he shots back.
"Chansung let go or I'll cut your hand off," she threatens.
He starts to laugh at her threat.
"You really think I wouldn't do it?"
He shakes his head. "No, since I've known you, you haven't made a promise to any of your threats against me."
Logan smirks at his statement. She goes inside her glove compartment retrieving something that caused Chansung to jump in fright.
Her pocket knife.
She stares at him and then back at the knife. "Let go," she said.
This time, Chansung let's go.
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