Author’s Note— This is Chapter Three. Please refer to the previous chapters if you haven’t read them yet :)
'Not your average human.' The phrase twirls around in my head for days. The freak did he mean by not being an ordinary human? I mean—I’m obviously not an ordinary human but at least I know what I am. The characteristics between Jiyong and dragons are too similar to go unnoticed. Jiyong’s different but to think that he could be—that very thing, is frightening. I shake my head. It’s no time to be thinking about that cheese bread idiot. I walk around the groups to talk about the progress with their first project.
"How’s it going, Group 1?" I ask. Group 1 consists of Im Yoona, Park Bom, Lee Seungri, Yoon Doojoon, Ahn Sohee, Choi Siwon, Ok Taecyeon, and Park Jaebum. Their song is 2NE1 — I am the Best. As I sit down with the group, they all scoot far from me. It’s like I have a contagious disease that they don’t want to catch. As if I could ruin their perfect world. Ridiculous. “Look, the faster you answer, the faster I will walk away and you won’t get ill from my evil sickness.” I say the last few words in an eerie tone to further their fear of my existence.
Yoona starts to explain what her group has come up with but I’m zoning in and out. From the corner of my eye, Jiyong leans back into his chair and crosses his arms. He tilts his head at me with his cotton candy pink and blue hair falling to the sides of his face. The boy just screams trouble. If I were to look in a dictionary, his name will be synonymous with troubled disaster.
"I should definitely, definitely stay away from him," I tell myself.
"Stay away from whom?" Jaebum asks carefully, sliding his body away from his seat.
I give him a face, “No one. Go practice. Your dance moves have been lacking these days.”
Jaebum’s mouth drops in horror as I criticize the very thing that he does best. I laugh to myself as I turn and go around to other groups. Jiyong watches my every move. It’s weird having a troublesome kid looking at me. It really is. It’s like he’s waiting for something to happen—something to slip. When I finally reach his group, the very last group, I sit far from him. Since he’s the leader of Group 7, he tells me what they plan on performing for their version of BEAST — Fiction. I’m scribbling down notes, but all that I can feel are those eyes watching me.
"Okay, class dismissed. Remember which day I assigned your group to use this room for after lesson hours," I tell the classroom as soon as Jiyong finishes speaking.
"Have you figured out what I am yet, witch?” he walks over to where I’m standing as all of the students trickle out of the room. I can only think about why he has this personal affliction against me. Does he do this with all of his teachers and counselors—or is it something about me that he despises?
I grit my teeth. The word witch is crawling over my skin to the point where I can’t remove it even with all of the soap in the world. I raise my hand to slap the back of his head but stop. “You know what—maybe physical violence isn’t the way to get to you, Jiyong.” I walk around him, pondering what could be his weakness. He knows mine. I need to know his. I scan him, up and down—hoping that maybe the Sherlock Holmes side of me will surface and I can find out what makes him tick.
"Oh god—" he starts and wraps his arm around his body. "Are you going to sexually harass me——again?”
My plan of finding his weakness backfires of course.
"The hell do you mean again?!” I cry out. My tone a bit more surprised than it should be.
"You fell on me—remember?" he scoffs at my question. "I mean, I really didn’t think you are that kind of person. I guess the title of witch doesn’t really suit you. Lady Fox might be a better fit.”
"That’s not—I was totally not s—e—x—ually harassing you,” my eyes grow wide as I reply. He makes a face at me. Oh no. He’s doing that thing when he’s found something else to make me feel even less of a human. Or worse—he’s going to use it against me in a way so terrible that I will have to quit my job.
He walks around me and sits on top of the front desk, “Witch Seri, you are making this way—way too easy.”
"What are you talking about?" I try to change the subject. "Don’t you have another class to be in?"
"Trust me, this is by far, the most interesting class I will have all year."
"Seri—you let him find out that you’re—that you’ve—never—done—that—with a guy?” Seungyoon asks with his hands ruffling through his hair. “Seri!”
"You know I have trouble saying s—e—x. I can’t help it!" I say. It’s not like it’s by choice. I just never found anyone worth the time and I don’t know. The word became taboo to me—as did the word witch. I’ve got issues. I know. I’ve got guy issues. Witch issues. Just plain issues that I have yet to fix.
"It wasn’t even the word sex, Seri. It was the word sexual harassment," Suwon peers over from his book.
"Well, it’s more like he’s the one harassing me at school!" I reply and scrunch up my face, dreading to see Jiyong next week on Monday. "You know he tried to kill me? He knocked me off a ladder!"
"He’s got a number on you, my dear sister," Seungyoon, a man of the obvious, states. "You’re doomed."
"Can’t I get revenge on him—like turn him into a wart or something? Or a snail and then step on him?" I ask and rub the sides of my head from the headache caused by my nemesis.
"You know that we’re not the revenge type and you know mom will never allow you to use your skills on a mere human like that."
"He’s not human. He’s a fucking demon that belongs at the bottom of the sea—under a boulder—with sharks eating his pretty boy face," I say and pick up my voodoo doll of Jiyong. Okay, so maybe the voodoo doll I claimed that I didn’t make was a complete lie.
Seungyoon laughs, “Oh—so he’s pretty?”
"No. Seungyoon. No. Don’t get any ideas. Don’t even think about it. You know I don’t think about relationships like that."
"Well, obviously since you’ve never you know—done it!”
I plop down onto my desk and groan into my arms. I already get enough heat from Jiyong. I don’t need it from my brothers too. I change the subject to what has really been bothering me. “Yah. What do you guys know about dragons?”
Seungyoon and Suwon stop laughing immediately. Suwon drops his book. It falls from his hands and I see his jaw clench as I said the word dragon. Seungyoon does the same thing, not with a book, but with his sunglasses. He was wearing them to shield his eyes away from the monstrous life form growing on my head—my hair but as soon as I said dragon, the shades come off.
"Why are you asking about dragons?" Suwon asks, carefully.
My brothers may be protective of me, but I’ve never seen them this serious. Seungyoon, especially, is usually the joker out of the three of us. Something tells me that this is a sensitive issue.
"Seri, if you’ve seen one, don’t go near them. Whatever you do, stay away from them," Suwon advises.
"I know that I’m supposed to stay away from them. Mom told me the same thing when I was little—I just want to know—why?" I’ve been curious about them since I was young but only recently has this curiosity resurfaced.
"You don’t need to know why. Just—don’t let them find out that you are a witch and that your name is Seri. Do you understand?" Seungyoon orders.
I slowly nod my head, still unclear as to why my family doesn’t want to tell me about dragons. Are they our enemy? Did they do something to us to make us hate them—or—did we do something to them to make them hate us? “Can I just ask one more question about them?” I pout to my brothers as they close their eyes for a moment and both dishearteningly agree to my request. “How many are left?”
Suwon answers, his tone is low and full of regret. “One. Just one.”
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