Alrighty! Here's Chapter 5!


"Ah man! Another day of school!" Hwoarang groaned as he stretched at his seat.

"Oh hush up! You've dealt with it a good 11 years or so; you can put up with it now!" Julia chided.

Just then Steve and Jin entered the classroom and took their seats.

"Hey, guys," the Brit cheered.

Jin nodded. "What's up?"

"Oh nothing' Hwo's just being a baby about school again," Julia smiled. A grumble was heard in response. "Oh, is there anything you would like to say, Doo San?"

Hwo gulped. "Nothing. Nothing at all, ma'am."

The Native American nodded. "Good." She turned towards the rest of the gang. "So, anyone ready for the test?"

"Yep," Steve said, munching on his favorite and breakfast treat: fudge brownies. Jin nodded in response.

"There was a test?" There was no question as to who that was.

"Apparently someone hasn't studied," the Japanese said with a smirk.

Hwoarang glared at him. "Can it, Kazama. I'm not in the mood."

Just then, a shrill voice came from behind. "Hey guys! Hi Jin!" It was none other than Jin's, as the boy so put it, "obsessive stalker, Ling Xiaoyu. Her best friend Miharu Hirano was behind.

"'Sup guys!" Steve greeted cheerfully with a wave before going back in his Ziploc bag for another brownie.

"Steve, you do realize you have a major sweet tooth, don't you?" Julia said, smiling. She turned back towards the girls. "Hey Xiao, Miharu! What's up? Ready for the test?"

"Test? You mean our mid-term? Yeah, I guess." Miharu shrugged. "Although I don't think I studied as hard as I should have." She sat down at the desk next to Julia while Xiao scooted over to a certain someone.

"So, Jin, are you ready for the test? Oh that's such a silly question, of course you are! And I'm sure you'll pass with flying colors. You always do!" Ling said affectionately while hugging Jin. The poor guy looked like he wanted to hit the girl.

"Geez, Ling! Are you trying to blind someone with those things? I swear; you could light up a whole room with just one of those!" Hwo barked, referring to the girl's trademark bracelets, their florescence apparently bothering him.

"Oh, hush! You don't see me complaining everyday about you and your constant attitude!" Xiao stuck her tongue out at the red-headed Korean.

He just rolled his eyes at her. "Whatever. Hey Kazama, try keeping your girlfriend in check, would ya?"

Jin glared at him. "She's not my-hey!" He abruptly stopped due to the pigtailed girl clutching on to his arm.

"Jiiiin," Ling sang. "How about we sit together for lunch, 'kay?"

"Well I uh…"

"Yeah, c'mon, Jin! Don't be such a wuss! Go out and hang with your girl. It's breaking protocol to refuse an offer from an interested lady!"

Jin gritted his teeth. "Shut up, Hwoarang, or you'll regret it."

All the said person did was snicker ."Oh yeah? And what do you plan to do? 'Cause I'm soo interested in what your threat'll be."

Jin was about to make a comeback until Julia raised a hand to silence him.

"All right, fellas, that's enough. We don't want to turn this place into a mosh pit so early."

"She's right you know," Steve agreed, though his comment was a little muffled due to his chewing.

"Yeah, seriously, there's no need right now; we got more important things to worry about, like this test coming up in a few minutes," Miharu said.

Steve nodded his head. "Miharu's right. Let's focus on the topic at hand."

As he was about to go for his last brownie, Miharu reached her hand out. "No! This is my brownie! Get your own!" He held the last one like it was a prized possession. Well, in a way, to him it was.

"Alright alright, sheesh. Selfish prick!" Miharu grumbled.

Just then the math teacher, Mr. Satoshi, entered the room.

"Good morning, class!"

Hwoarang groaned. "How the hell is it a good morning? One, it's math for first period, and two there's a test for it!"

Mr. Satoshi frowned at first, then smirked. "Oh, well if it isn't the class smartass! Well Mr. Doo San, you just earned yourself another detention for the week!"

"C'mon! This is my fifth one this week!"

"Ouch," Miharu slightly winced. "How your master puts up with you is still such a mystery to me." She shook her head.

"Anyways!" Mr. Satoshi cleared his throat and resumed, "I hope you all studied, 'cause we're gonna have a fun, exciting, quiz!"

As expected, the class responded with moans and groans.

"Ah, shut up! Just take the thing, hopefully pass, and be done with it! You won't ever have to worry about anything until the next assessment I give you. So quit your goddamn whining and complaining!"

Within minutes the test was passed around, and the teacher looked at the clock. "Alright class, you have one hour to take the test. This can either help or hurt your grade, so use your time wisely. Wish you all (especially Mister Doo San) the best of luck. Begin!"


Within minutes, the class was silent, and everyone seemed to be working with ease, with the exception of a red-headed Korean, who looked like he was struggling.

Aw man, I knew I should've studied for this! Master's going to have my ass when he finds out I failed…Hwoarang groaned inwardly as he stared down at his still-blank test sheet.

C'mon, can't be that hard! Just filling in bubbles, right? He tapped the eraser end of his pencil against his desk, as a way to occupy himself as he dug through the inner-recesses of his mind to find an answer for these algebraic equations.

Well, there seems like only one thing to do…the redhead discretely looked around him, the surrounding desks occupied by his friends. He decided to bring his attention to the person in front of him, which was his rival/friend.

"Hey, Hey Kazama!" he called out to the Japanese.

"What?"

"Um, do you know by any chance, the answer to-well, all of these questions?"

Jin stared at him blankly before responding. "If you think for a minute I'm going to give you the answers, then you are sadly mistaken, Doo San."

Hwoarang groaned. "Ah, c'mon, Jin! Let me just see at least a few. I promise I'll get off your back afterwards."

"No," was the simple reply.

"Pleeeeaaasssse?"

"No."

Hwoarang groaned again. "Stop being such a prick, Kazama, and help me out here!"

"No, you should've studied. It was your decision to go against doing so; therefore, failing this test and probably this class, will be your downfall, or more so your consequences."

"Look, if I needed a goddamn sermon, I'd— "

"Hey! You two! Kazama and Doo San! Pipe down or else you can kiss this test-and possibly the chance of passing this course-good-bye!" The teacher called out, standing from his desk.

Both boys clamped up quickly. "Sorry, Mr. Satoshi."

A light snicker was heard.

"That goes for you as well, Mr. Fox. And put away those goddamn M&Ms! Better yet, I'll take those off your hands. Why do you do this every class?"

Steve frowned. "Sorry, sir." He slowly lifted up his hand with the yellow package and placed it into Satoshi's hand as the teacher walked up to his desk. The expression on the boy's face showed that it was quite painful to part with the delicious snack. "J-Just take care of it, okay?"

Mr. Satoshi sighed and rolled his eyes. "Well you cut it out, Fox? Look, you're already wasting your time. An hour goes pretty fast, you know." With that, the teacher turned around and returned to his desk.

Steve sighed as he turned to Julia. "Y'see? Hurts me right here," he whispered, pointing at his heart. Julia just shook her head and laughed.

Meanwhile, Hwo was at it again. "Hey, Jin! JIIIINNNN!"

The spiky-haired boy turned towards his classmate in a mixture of anger and annoyance. "What part of NO do you not understand? Now leave me alone. You already got me in trouble with Satoshi-san."

The other boy shrugged. "So you got caught once? That's nothing compared to what I get slammed for. Jeez, you don't have to be "Good Boy Kazama" all the time."

Jin's right eye twitched slightly.

"Listen, I'm pretty sure this assessment means nothing to you, but my hour's slightly diminishing so if you don't mind, I actually don't want to wind up failing this class, unlike you."

Hwoarang waved him off. "Oh, please, for you, this shouldn't be a life or death situation. I mean, you do well anyways. No need for the urgency."

Jin sighed. "Hwoarang, please, just do me a favor and shut up."

"What, I'm just saying—"

"Listen up you two! If I hear one more sound out of any one of you, that's it! You guys have a few minutes left of testing; please don't screw this up for yourselves."

"Yes, Mister Satoshi," was the simultaneous response yet again.

A silence came over the class again. Everyone (with the possible exception of Hwoarang) remained focused on the test.

Jin was working diligently until something landed on his desk: a crumpled piece of paper. Hm? He looked around and took up the paper, opening it, revealing a message:

Hey! Remember, we're on for lunch!-Xiao

Jin slowly looked across from him to see the girl locked eyes with him. She giggled and blew the boy a kiss.

He shuddered. Ugh, what's wrong with this girl, can't she take a hint? And I didn't even agree to lunch! Such a hard-headed girl!

Ling, still giggling, waved at Jin.

He quietly and quickly returned the favor. Hmm. As much as I'd hate to admit it, maybe Hwoarang was right; perhaps yelling at the girl would better get the point across.

"Miss Xiaoyu, is there something distracting you from the test?"

"N-No, Mr. Satoshi!" Ling quietly returned to her test. After a few minutes a quite whisper left her mouth:

"Someone is, though." Another giggle.

Jin gritted his teeth as he continued on his test. And as if things weren't distracting enough, Hwoarang went back to pestering him about the answers.

"Hey! Hey! Jinnnn," came the whisper. The karate master tried his best to ignore it.

"Jin." A tap on the shoulder with a pencil.

"Jin…" A paper ball was thrown at the back of his head.

"Jiiiinnnn…" A pencil thrown at him.

"JIN!" The whisper came a little louder.

The poor boy couldn't handle it.

"What?" Jin finally snapped, turning towards Hwoarang, shaking with anger.

"Well—" A hand was raised to cut the redhead off.

"Now, before you say anything, I'm not going to give you any freaking answers. You already got me in trouble with Satoshi twice already. If you get me into another mess and my grade drops, I'm going to kick your ass so hard, you'll end up finding yourself back in Korea!"

"Whoah, whoah!" Hwoarang rose up his hands in defense. "No need for the hostility, Kazama! You don't really need to worry about your grade; you're already doing well enough as it is. I was just wondering if you could help me with just one or two, pleeassse!" he put his hands together in a begging gesture, hoping the other will comply.

Jin just blankly stared at the boy for about two seconds before slowly shaking his head. "NO, and that's final."

A silence followed as Jin turned around to finish his test. Just a few more questions to go.

Just then, another whisper. "Jin…"

Don't pay attention to him. Jin tried to soothe himself in his mind.

"Jin…hey, what's the answer to question 4?"

Just ignore him, he's an idiot.

"What's the answer to question 4? I know you hear me, Kazama!"

Just focus on your test. You're just about finished.

"Listen, just answer me and I'll leave you alone! Please!"

Just ignore him.

"Please!"

Just—

"Jin!"

Apparently, enough was enough. Having gritted his teeth in an attempt to maintain his composure, Hwoarang's pestering seemed to be too much to bear. An audible snap was heard from the raven-haired boy's pencil. "2√4! YOU HAPPY NOW? NOW LET ME RETURN TO MY WORK!"

The whole class turned their heads towards Jin, some bubbling in the answer. It almost seemed like if one was to look a little closer, you could see smoke coming out of the boy's already flustered head.

"I don't think that'll be necessary, Mister Kazama, because you and Mister Doo San will be turning in the tests now. I already gave you guys two warnings, so now you'll have to pay the price."

Both boys looked up to see Mr. Satoshi, his hands out, ready to receive their tests. As the papers reached him, the teacher gave a light smile.

"Thank you, and I hope to see you two in detention as well."

"WHAT?" Hwoarang was angry (he had this detention on top of the one he earned earlier), but Jin was shocked. This had never happened to him in all his years of high school!

"Don't worry, Kazama. Since this will be new to you, I'm sure your friend here will show you the ropes, considering he's a familiar face in my classroom after school." The teacher said as he tuned to his desks with the now null assessments.

A little while later, the test was over and class was dismissed.

At this point, Jin's back was facing Hwoarang. The redhead gulped. "Uh, Jin…hey, I'm sorry I cost you your test, but hey, look on the bright side-"

"Not a word. Remember that thing I said about kicking your ass? Well, I'm sticking true to that."

Hwoarang's eyes bulged. He made sure to walk a few steps behind as they exited the classroom, figuring it'd be safer for him that way.


It was lunchtime, and the gang is sitting at their usual table outside on the school lawn, chatting about the day and enjoying their food.

"Man, that test had me beat," Julia said with a stretch. "Some of those questions were too damn hard, but I'm pretty sure I did well."

"Same," Steve agreed with a nod as he chowed down on his sandwich.

He then turned towards Hwoarang and Jin. "So, you two, how did the test go for you—oh, that's right," the blonde smiled sheepishly as he forgot what became of those said tests.

"Well, I would've gotten through with it if some idiot hadn't messed that up for me," Jin commented, looking dejected, "Or garnered me a detention, for that matter!"

Hwoarang snorted. "Look, it's not the end of the world. Well, for me it probably is, but it ain't gonna do shit to your grade, so lighten up, will ya?"

"Hwoarang, shut up."

A long silence followed that until: "You didn't have to answer me, y'know."

"THAT'S IT! I'M GONNA MURDER YOU RIGHT NOW!"

The Korean braced for impact that never came. The reason why?

"Jiiiiiiin! Oh Jiiiiiiiiiiiiin!" Xiaoyu caught a hold of the said boy's arm and held it tight. "Hey, don't tell me you forgot we had a lunch date!" A giggle followed.

Hwoarang sighed with relief. Thank God for crazy obsessed love-struck airheads.

"Hey, you guys don't mind me taking him off your hands, don't you?" Though Xiao had a suffocating grip on him, a murderous glare was still shown in the Japanese's eyes.

"Uh, no! Please, by all means, take him!" The Korean urged.

Xiao giggled (yet again). "Well, okay then bye guys! I'll be sure to bring him back after the period's over!" She gave Jin's arm a tug. "Well c'mon! we gotta go, Sweetheart!" She winked at him.

Jin gulped, giving Julia and Steve a "help me" look.

The two looked at each other and shrugged, giving off a "sorry" expression.

As Jin was whisked away by his captor, Julia turned to Hwoarang.

"So, you really were afraid he'd kick your ass, huh? Kinda funny, coming from the one who wanted to fight him more than anything."

Hwoarang shot her a glare. "Shut up, Chang. I'll get my chance, one day…just…not today."

After a long silence taken up by eating, something dawned of the Brit, making him speak up.

"Hey, that bloke never gave me back my M&M's!"

"Uh, Steve, you sure you even want 'em back?" Julia asked.

"…No, probably not…" the boy shook his head as he finished up his lunch.


Whew! I can honestly say, this has probably been the longest chapter I have written! Yes, I know this one has nothing to do with the project, but I figured I'd put in a few bonus chappies like this to show what's going on at school in between filming. Well, I hope you've enjoyed it! Oh, and feel free to leave some feedback! ^_^

Until next time!-AMM