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Okay now this fic reaches ch3 at last… I'm so glad. Well this one starts from Bob's apartment. Saturday morning…Sorry for a long lag…I'm happy I could continue at last… :D

Prologue: things never change after the chemical teacher gave her critique on Hwoarang. He doesn't even change his style. And all the days in school flow the same for him. Bored in lesson, but having fun with friends. Now the day reaches Saturday finally… :)

Chapter 3 SATURDAY'S SCHOOL

7.15 AM Hwoarang's apartment

Both of the alarm he had set before ringing. One is his alarm clock near the bed, and the other is his mobile's alarm. But can be seen, no matter how loud they have been "screaming", they still can't interrupt the Korean youth's sweet dream.

The sunshine filters through the closed curtain. He didn't close it properly last night so the light can trace his face now. It's kinda interrupting his eyes… well you know the ray beams right onto his face. The heat of the light makes his face feels rather hot.

He moves his hand first to shut the alarm clock near his bed.

BANG!

"Awww… !Holy $#, dude!" he finds that he smashes it down. Now the clock's condition turns tragic. He gets the two batteries out it and breaks the cover glass.

He jumps out his bed to reach his mobile now. He stops the alarm first, and then takes a look at the clock.

7.35 AM

"O FUCK, sure fuck you are! Why is the time running so fast?" he rubs his head. Ruins his own hairs.

He finds it's dangerous coz he's gonna be late to school again. Why dangerous? Coz he has the record of 12 times late in a month and if he makes this the 13th, maybe the headmaster will give him punishment: guess what? Clean the toilet. All of the men's toilets in the school. Not kinda good job even for cleaning services…and not a kind of good custom to treat those rule breakers… hahaha.

With a quick move he takes the towel on the wall, put off his tanktop and jeans, goes to the bathroom, and takes a swift bath.

Finally he puts the uniform from the cupboard, wear it on and take the styling gel from his drawer. Quite hard to find this one because he filled the drawer with all of his accessories: the belts, all the earrings, the wallet chains, hand straps and at last his rubber armlets with various colors. And they are all blending altogether.

Next he applies the gel to his hair. Yeah, different hairstyle today. He spikes up his hair. After make sure everything bout him is alright now on the mirror, he sprays his CK perfume to his neck , then runs out with the motorcycle key in his hand.

8.05 AM School yard

The yard is empty. No good… he's late for lesson. He was caught by a traffic jam so it takes 30 minutes to school. He kicks the stone near his feet when suddenly remembers something bad. 13th late!

"GOSH! Shit! Shit!" he stares at the school clock. He's just late for 20 minutes,"mothafucka! I'm not gonna clean the toilet-ass! NO!"

He walks along the corridor and watch every classroom he passes until he reaches his own class, 3-G.

It's Mr. Brunson, the English teacher who's teaching now. He is a native speaker.

He steps in into the class, without noticing the teacher. His classmates and friends stares at him, some nearly laugh. He's always acting crazy. Outrageous.

"You… stop right there!" unluckily, the teacher catches Hwoarang.

"You're late?"

"Yeah." Hwoarang walks to his desk and sit down there.

"No. I want you to get out the class and report to the teacher-in-charge."

"WHAT?" Hwoarang replies spontaneously,"no, Sir. I'm not gonna clean the toilet! You know I'm not up for such sucking work!" all the things which were on his mind all spoken out.

The class laughs. His fan girls giggling to take his attention. Mr. Brunson laughs, too. He walks to Hwoarang's desk and decides to talk to him.

"This is your 13th?"

"Yeah. Damn yeah." He replies casually.

"Hmm… I can smell a good fragrance from you."

Hwoarang realizes it was his perfume,"This is my shower gel, y'know? Smells good, right?"

Mr. Brunson kinda a humorist teacher so he jokes Hwoarang,"You aren't late because you wasted your time with your perfume, right? Hahaha." So he realized finally it was the perfume he used.

"No, fuckin' no." Hwoarang replies with a simple sentence. Well, well, shut up already ya sucks! "I'm not using any kind of perfume, you know that, Sir?"

Class laugh one more time.

"Lemme know your reason."

"Traffic jam." Hwoarang replies and continue immediately ,"that's not my fault so it's not my business to report." He decides not to tell the truth that he's late because he was too sleepy in the morning after all-night online chatting with his foreign friends.

"But if you go earlier from your house, there won't be any traffic jam, I think."

"It's not my fault!" Hwoarang shouts ,"NOT my fault! NOT!" he hits the desk.

Mr. Brunson smiles,"Umm…I don't care. Go and report your status."

"Shit! You cursed blockhead." Hwoarang mumbles.

"What did you say?" asked Mr. Brunson. He raises his pitch.

"You aren't deaf, are you?" Hwoarang replies,"I know you heard that."

The class stares at him. It's not weird for him to do such thing. Hwoarang's always like that. Maybe no one in the class (except his friends) dare to do such thing to teachers.

In this beautiful Saturday seems like the Goddess of Luck isn't by Hwoarang's side.

"Bob, y' alright?"

"Go pray for me." Hwoarang replies and leaves the classroom.

"I don't like indiscipline students. He he," said Mr. Brunson as Hwoarang leaves,"I think he needs to learn some etiquette…"

Teacher-in-charge office

"Yes. What's your prob—?"The teacher in charge stops asking when she finds who was there.

"Oh, you must be Hwoarang from 3-G. I've heard so many about you," he smiles ,"what's your problem?"

"I'm late."

"I see. Let's check your status—"the teacher checks his book,"this is your 13th, Hwoarang?"

SUCKS! DAMN SUCKS! Toilet-ass is in front of my eyes now!

Hwoarang widen his eyes and stares at him,"Yes. Of course. Y'know that!"

The teacher smiles at him ," So—"

"No! Let's negotiate, okay?"

"What is it?" the teacher stares at Hwoarang.

"I'm not a bad boy and I'm late because of the traffic jam." Hwoarang stares at him," so NO punishment, okay?"

The teacher replies his sentence with a smile. Not a bad boy? Hey, what I've heard about you recently is you're a kind of rule breaker…

He closes the book.

"No, it is rule, Hwoarang," "you know what you'll have to do, right?"

Hwoarang punches the office's door,"Shit! You're bastard!"

"Now go to your class and join the lesson."

"Shut up!" Hwoarang closes the door rudely.

oOo

11.35AM break 2

Hwoarang and his friends are in the canteen chatting. The noise around them cannot interfere what they are talking now. The 7 of them chat with almost everyone there. On the table in front of them are ramen noodles. But not including Hwoarang. He stays cool while his friends are eating.

"Hey,why don't you eat?"

"Agreed. Anyway, this is delicious."

"Nope, thanks." Hwoarang replies.

"You alright, eh?" one of his friends asks him,"you seem not in a good mood today."

Hwoarang stares at him,"Why bad? Just cleaning up the closet doesn't make me upset."

His friends laugh.

"So eat now."

"Nope. I'm not in a mood for eating." He replies and types on his mobile pad.

"Hahaha! I know you have thousands of idea in your head!"

Hwoarang smiles, "Of course." Still typing on his mobile pad,"I know I can avoid that fuckin' punishment somehow."

"Hey, this is Saturday! We're going to have lots of fun!"

"Another gang challenging us?" one of them asked his friends around.

Hwoarang smiles again ,"That's what I've been waitin' for…"this time he looks so sweet that he steals almost all of the attention from the girls around ,"is there?"

"Looks like yes."

"Sort of alleyway gangsta?"

"Hey hey, you sure? You're all really sure?" Hwoarang asked them enthusiastically.

13.35PM The end of the9th lesson

The last lesson, national language ends with the teacher's last quote:

"See you in Monday. Have a nice day, everyone!"

But in that short moment another teacher enters the class 3-G. He was the teacher-in-charge in the morning.

"Excuse me, everyone. I want to call Hwoarang."

Hwoarang hits his desk. His friends stare at him. They knew that Hwoarang's plan was to escape after the last lesson ends.

"No! Shit!" Hwoarang stares at them.

"I don't think this would happen…"

"Me too."

Hwoarang leaves them alone and walks to the teacher. Both of them leave the class before anyone.

"Hey phone one of us once you back home!" he can still hear one of his friends speaking to him.

O sucks! Sucks! Sucks! $#! No street fighting today! No cinema too! Just smelly toilets left for me!

In front of the level 1 men's toilets.

"Hey! Isn't this all too much? I'm just late and this is what I get?" Hwoarang throws the floor brush to the floor, stares at the teacher ,"will you just go away? Don't watch me like a stupid shit!"

The teacher just stares at him and smile. He ignores all the things Hwoarang said.

"No, this is fare, I guess. You've been 13 times late." He explained,"I'll leave and back at 1430. You have to finish this work fast."

"I see! I see! Now go away!" Hwoarang starts to take the water, pour it on the floor and cleanse the floor.

"And never show me your idiotic face anymore!" he muttered and swipe the floor.

14.00PM

Level 2 Closets.

Hwoarang throws the bucket and the brush to the floor. He swipes his sweat and lean on the door. Just as the moment he's ready to take the tools again, he sees a male cleaning service passing through. He grabs his hand and pulls him in.

"Hey ya! Finally I found someone who's really up for this work!"

"W-what's up?" the cleaning service seems so afraid to see who was pulled him in.

"Clean this! I won't ease your work!" Hwoarang hands over the brush and bucket to him ,"now go!" "You know this isn't my work!"

The cleaning service does the work Hwoarang just told him to do. He fills the bucket with water, pour it onto the floor, and finally swipe it. Just like what Hwoarang did while ago.

5 minutes pass…

Hwoarang watches him work and unwinds himself. He takes his mobile out from his pocket then takes a look at the LCD.

7 new messages

He decides to put it back on his pocket. He's really sure that they aren't coming from his friends. They are waiting for his contact.

10 minutes already…

"Hey! Hurry, can't you?" Hwoarang shouts at him.

The cleaning service becomes more afraid. There's something in this cool boy's appearance make him afraid. Maybe because he looks more like a gangsta than a student.

5 minutes more…

25 minutes later…

"Oh c'mon! Don't make me wait so long…!"

"Y-Yes." Finally he cleans the brush in the water and lean them on the wall.

"Nah, nice work, dude!" Hwoarang gives the cleaning service his mother finger,"now wait awhile." You're faster than I thought, heheh.

He takes something from his shirt's pocket and show it in front of the cleaning service's face. 1000 Won. Not so bad.

"Take this. I'm not a bad boy, you know. I'm paying for your work. See?" he smiles arrogantly," NEVER tell this to anyone or… I'll blow you into smithereens!" he warns him with his fist then leave the toilet.

Perfect! Ahahaha! Easier than I thought! Now I'll get back to the fucka' and lie! Piece of cake!

He runs down the stairs.

14.40 PM

Teacher-in-charge office

"Hwoarang you're finished?" asked the teacher.

"Yes. Hahaha! I'm faster than you think, eh?" Hwoarang laughs at him ,"now lemme go home!"

"Ok, I see." The teacher tidies his properties and stares at Hwoarang ,"you can go."

Hwoarang leaves the office and goes to the parking yard. He takes the key from his pocket, insert it into his motorcycle, and get ride on it.

Saturday afternoon, our Hwoarang has just freed out from his horrible punishment.

The big motorcycle runs across the highway. Now Hwoarang's ready to have another fun with his friends to spend the day!

Aahaha! Ch3 is up finally. I'll continue if you want me to.

Hwoarang cleans the closet. Horrible punishment… heheh…

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