Jeontugi High School
Rebellion
The next day after class, Jimin introduced me to some of the guys. I already knew Minhyun and TK and now Ren. I also knew Dongho, but Jimin introduced him as Baekho. He was also friends with Junhong, who went by Zelo. The kid that had been so good at fighting was named Hyunsu, and he was a friend of Zelo’s, despite beating him. Hyunsu told us that he would work on pulling Jungkook and Maru to our side. It wouldn’t be too difficult, and he was in many classes with them.
Once everyone was seated in our bedroom, I smiled at them. “This is about the school system. I don’t think any of you are happy with how things go around here, like getting bitched out once you go home if you happen to lose a fight,” glanced around, seeing that everyone was still listening to me. No one was mad at me, which was what I had been going for. “I am also going to find out how far this control goes. Does it go beyond school? It honestly doesn’t seem to. I have a friend who just started college classes, so I’ll ask him how things are there and in the work force. Things aren’t right here, as they are.”
Zelo nodded, looking more serious than I had ever seen him. “I know what you mean. My parents don’t care to speak to me if I have a loss on my record, and it’s not fair. It was the same for my brother, when he was in school. How are you planning on changing this?”
I smiled at him. I had known him for a few years and had figured he would take interest in this. “Well, most laws are changed by someone standing up for what’s right. We can begin by drawing a tie in the fights, wearing our uniforms the wrong way, even with rips, and not taking shit from out parents when we go home. It’s not right for any of this to happen. It ends now.”
Zelo nodded again, this time smiling at me. “That sounds good. If this goes down, we go down fighting.”
Jimin glanced at Zelo, then me. “Right. We should begin today, when the next class begins. This sounds like it could work.”
For the next week, we followed this pattern, confusing the referee and the principal. No one was winning, and the school wasn’t happy. That Friday, the principal called me into his office. “Jonghyun, is everything alright with you? You stopped winning, and the school has been taking losses for it. Do you realize that this could cause trouble in this system? If the school doesn’t have wins, it will be shut down. That is what the school goes on. We are a fighting school, and that is what we pride ourselves on,” he looked me in the eye and I met it confidently. “You are our champion, whether you chose to give up last year or not. If we don’t have you winning, we don’t have a winning team. You WILL start winning, or I will be forced to expel you, and you will spend the remainder of your senior year at the special school. No one wants to go there. It’s a disgrace.”
That brought up another point to investigate. Why was the “special school” in existence? Was it because people wanted to make certain that we “made it” in life? I am beginning to think it’s because they want to gain control. I smiled at him. I could play along with this game. I would have to, so I could accomplish me real goal this year. “Yes, sir. I will try my best.”
That evening, I got a call from Ricky. He had been doing some research for me, since he was out of school. He told me that it was illegal for him to take his own career path, so he was working at the lab his parents had assigned him to years ago. He told me he would email me his work form, so I could see it for myself. My parents had also told me to fill one out, and it had gone to the National workforce base. Ricky told me he was going to look into this some more and try to help us to overtake the system. He seemed to think there was something further than school unfairness going on. I thanked him for his help and also advised him to be careful. This could be dangerous.
We continued to do as we had been, but instead of drawing ties, we alternated wins. That way, none of us were above the others. This was still confusing to the superintendent and the principal, but that was what we needed. It was good for them to be confused. It would help tighten our case against them, once we found out some solid evidence against the school.
One day, I lost badly to one of the biggest, meanest looking guys in the school. He beat the shit out of me and I could hardly move to go to my room. I felt his eyes on my as I was leaving, which was strange.
When I got back, Jimin told e to take my shirt off. He could see that I had several bruises and a few cuts. The guy had been relentless, as if he had been trying to prove something. “Jeez, Changjo. This looks like it hurts like hell. I’m sorry,” he ran a cool cloth over by back, then rubbing some salve into the cuts. I felt a tingle run down my spine, and knew it wasn’t just because of the salve. It was his touch.
When he moved to my side to begin putting some on, I had to suppress a groan. Why was he affecting me so much?
When he had finished putting the salve on my cuts, I turned to him and kissed him lightly. Jimin jumped back in surprise, thinking about it. After a moment of contemplating, he kissed me back and pulled me down on the bed. This would be a good evening, after all.
I didn't realize that I had gotten several texts from Ricky while I was making out with the short, hot guy.
Once everyone was seated in our bedroom, I smiled at them. “This is about the school system. I don’t think any of you are happy with how things go around here, like getting bitched out once you go home if you happen to lose a fight,” glanced around, seeing that everyone was still listening to me. No one was mad at me, which was what I had been going for. “I am also going to find out how far this control goes. Does it go beyond school? It honestly doesn’t seem to. I have a friend who just started college classes, so I’ll ask him how things are there and in the work force. Things aren’t right here, as they are.”
Zelo nodded, looking more serious than I had ever seen him. “I know what you mean. My parents don’t care to speak to me if I have a loss on my record, and it’s not fair. It was the same for my brother, when he was in school. How are you planning on changing this?”
I smiled at him. I had known him for a few years and had figured he would take interest in this. “Well, most laws are changed by someone standing up for what’s right. We can begin by drawing a tie in the fights, wearing our uniforms the wrong way, even with rips, and not taking shit from out parents when we go home. It’s not right for any of this to happen. It ends now.”
Zelo nodded again, this time smiling at me. “That sounds good. If this goes down, we go down fighting.”
Jimin glanced at Zelo, then me. “Right. We should begin today, when the next class begins. This sounds like it could work.”
For the next week, we followed this pattern, confusing the referee and the principal. No one was winning, and the school wasn’t happy. That Friday, the principal called me into his office. “Jonghyun, is everything alright with you? You stopped winning, and the school has been taking losses for it. Do you realize that this could cause trouble in this system? If the school doesn’t have wins, it will be shut down. That is what the school goes on. We are a fighting school, and that is what we pride ourselves on,” he looked me in the eye and I met it confidently. “You are our champion, whether you chose to give up last year or not. If we don’t have you winning, we don’t have a winning team. You WILL start winning, or I will be forced to expel you, and you will spend the remainder of your senior year at the special school. No one wants to go there. It’s a disgrace.”
That brought up another point to investigate. Why was the “special school” in existence? Was it because people wanted to make certain that we “made it” in life? I am beginning to think it’s because they want to gain control. I smiled at him. I could play along with this game. I would have to, so I could accomplish me real goal this year. “Yes, sir. I will try my best.”
That evening, I got a call from Ricky. He had been doing some research for me, since he was out of school. He told me that it was illegal for him to take his own career path, so he was working at the lab his parents had assigned him to years ago. He told me he would email me his work form, so I could see it for myself. My parents had also told me to fill one out, and it had gone to the National workforce base. Ricky told me he was going to look into this some more and try to help us to overtake the system. He seemed to think there was something further than school unfairness going on. I thanked him for his help and also advised him to be careful. This could be dangerous.
We continued to do as we had been, but instead of drawing ties, we alternated wins. That way, none of us were above the others. This was still confusing to the superintendent and the principal, but that was what we needed. It was good for them to be confused. It would help tighten our case against them, once we found out some solid evidence against the school.
One day, I lost badly to one of the biggest, meanest looking guys in the school. He beat the shit out of me and I could hardly move to go to my room. I felt his eyes on my as I was leaving, which was strange.
When I got back, Jimin told e to take my shirt off. He could see that I had several bruises and a few cuts. The guy had been relentless, as if he had been trying to prove something. “Jeez, Changjo. This looks like it hurts like hell. I’m sorry,” he ran a cool cloth over by back, then rubbing some salve into the cuts. I felt a tingle run down my spine, and knew it wasn’t just because of the salve. It was his touch.
When he moved to my side to begin putting some on, I had to suppress a groan. Why was he affecting me so much?
When he had finished putting the salve on my cuts, I turned to him and kissed him lightly. Jimin jumped back in surprise, thinking about it. After a moment of contemplating, he kissed me back and pulled me down on the bed. This would be a good evening, after all.
I didn't realize that I had gotten several texts from Ricky while I was making out with the short, hot guy.
