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Heyley

I craned my neck from left to right after reading the whole English textbook for my upcoming entrance exams for the earlier orientation to Harvard. I haven't even got back home from school  and it's currently 9.00pm already. Why do I always spend the day till the wee hours of the night at this school library? Gosh, I really don't have a life.

"Heyley dear, I think it's best if you head home now. You can come back tomorrow," Ms. Yoon, my counsellor and the teacher in charge sending me for this program beamed.

"I still have a bit more, madam. I'm still not satisfied learning all these English terms," I answered flipping through the book in front of me.

"You're joking! You're one of the best students who are fluent in English and your writing, speaking and listening are A plus! Don't pressure yourself too hard alright!" Ms. Yoon cheered as she patted my back, she's like a mother to me ever since I got in Seoul High and she's always there to advice me in every single matter which indecisive about.

"So am I the only student attending this program if I got in?" I asked out of curiosity.

"You're chosen by them, Heyley Song Jane. And yes, you're the only one from our school but there are a few other students from other school in our country as well. All the top students who ranked first place and 10 from Korea. While the other 90 is from 9 other countries who are going to sit the exams with you. Only 50 will be chosen," she said to me passing me a file for the exams and course structure.

I eyed the file in front of me and I felt my head clenched in a mixture of worrisome and all sorts of minor anxiety.

"I'll just try my very best for this, sam," I sigh. This is not going to be easy.

"I know you will! Besides, you always ranked first in our country and the other 9 chosen Koreans are always behind you. So don't quit just yet!" She cheered giving me a high five.

I bid my goodbye and headed for the school gates to walk home. It's my first time ever walking home this late from school since my parents are unable to pick me up as they have some last minute office work to do.

I grabbed the red scarf from my bag and rolled it around my neck to keep me warm from the strong wind. I just realized the word 'KW + HS' was knitted at the far end of the scarf. He's so cheesy sometimes.

As I turned the corner of the streets, I felt as though a pair of eyes was following me. I have a bad feeling about this.

I turned around and stood there on the spot. No ones there. I quickly took out the pepper spray I have in my hand and continued walking.

I walked further and faster this time only to hear the fast footsteps coming from behind even louder. Oh no.

As I was about to run, a man wearing a trench coat without, ONLY his trench coat with his curly hair appeared in front of me. I don't need to guess, he looks like a pervert or even worst - a rapist. Gulp.

"What's a pretty lady walking alone outside under the moonlight?" I ignored him and took out the pepper spray and sprayed it across his face but he was fast enough to back away.

"DON'T TOUCH ME AND JUST LET ME GO HOME," I yelled as loud as I could but I guess no one will hear me at this dead walkway.

"Not unless you stare for a bit," he was about to open his trench coat but I covered myself with the scarf.

The next thing I knew, he pulled away the scarf from me and run. SHIT. I can't loose that. Kris made it for me.

"AJUSSHI PLEASE GIVE ME BACK THE SCARF!" I chased after him, he's pissing me off. I sure as hell know that even if I didn't chase after him for it he still won't let me go so I might as well just do so.

I was panting to the core as I stopped my pace.

"Okay, I'll do it. Just give me back the scarf," I finally said.

"What an obedient lady you are, now if you'll excuse me.... " he spat and unbuttoned the first few button of his trench coat.

Just when he was about to reach his last button, my eyes was covered with a hand and I was spun around harshly. I know this broad chest in front of me.

"We already have enough perverts  in this country and most of them are already in jail. Should I call the police to take you away?" Kris's husky voice was heard sternly. I've never been so relieved to see someone.

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