Game On| Weak Hero Class 1

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Wonder if its because I'm black. I take a seat at a computer. I looked for games that seemed interesting. I found one that was a fighting game.  i watch the tutorial and begin playing it.  I kept losing which was starting to get frustrating and boring so I quit the match. "Aw why did he quit?" I hear someone whine.

I get up and begin walking towards the exit. "Hey you. Why did you quit?" I hear from behind me. I look back to see a tall guy with glasses. I didn't feel like responding to him and just kept walking away. "Did he just ignore me?" He scoffed. It didn't matter how he felt. I was just ready to go home. I walk home and enter the apartment.

I text my dad letting him know that I have arrived home. I head to the living room where my dad installed a punching bag for me. I start punching the bad as a way to keep my train of thought.

After a while of working out, I take a shower. I started reflecting on my day then my thoughts began to focus on Sieun. He seemed so tired. I could tell by the look in his eyes that he had been through some rough things. He kind of reminded me when my mother died how I had that exact look in my eyes.

Just on autopilot mode. He's burned out. I shook my head forcing me to stop thinking about it before I start to spiral. I hop out the shower and change into some pjs. I head out into the kitchen and see my dad making dinner.

"Hey dad"  I greeted. "Hey Neveah, how was school?" He asked while setting the table. "It was good. Nothing too exciting" I responded as I took a seat at the table. "No boys messed with you?" He pushed. "Nope" I lied through my teeth. "That's good" he replied. I nodded. "Tomorrow I will be coming home late. So make sure to be careful" he states.

"Ok I will" I replied. I could tell he wanted to ask me how I've been feeling lately. He would always give me hesitant glances from now and then. "I'm done. Thank you for the meal" I replied. I grabbed my plate and wash it before heading to my room. I decide to study for a little bit. The math wasn't too hard. I remembered how to solve from when I went to school in the US. After a couple of minutes, I decided to go to bed. 

Timeskip:

I'm in class and I see Jun-tae rush into the classroom with a bag in his hand. He rushes past Sieun's table hitting his head with his bag. Sieun slowly puts his head up and looks at him annoyed. "Jun-tae is fucking screwed" One of the boys whispered. "Sorry.. I.. I was kind of in a rush and bumped into you by mistake" Jun-tae stutters.

Sieun just puts his head back down. Jun-tae looks at me nervously. I offer him a small smiling. He offers one back before rushing to a desk and setting down a snack with chocolate milk. I tilt my head at this. Is he somebody's errand boy? He rushes back out the class.  After a few minutes, he returns and sits at his desk. He pulls out a tablet.

He looks back in my direction but not at me. He was looking at Sieun. Sieun slowly wakes up rubbing his eyes. He makes eye contact with Jun-tae. He pauses looking at him in confusion. Jun-tae looks away anxiously. I watch this whole interaction. Something was off but I wasn't sure what. The teacher enters the classroom. Everybody took their seats.

After a while, it was now lunch time. I walk out the classroom and make my way towards the vending machine. As I'm walking through the hallways, I see Jun-tae. I go up to greet him but I see bruises on his face a busted lip. "Woah what happened?" I asked him as I grabbed his face to take a closer look at it. "Nothing" he brushed off. I could tell he was afraid to say why.

"Do you have any ointment that I could put on your face?" I sighed. "I'm okay really" he reassures. "I didn't ask if you were okay. I asked if you have ointment to treat your face" I interrupted. He nods. "C'mon show me" I instructed. He leads me to this little room. It was a nice looking handout spot. He pulls out a box filled with first aid supplies.

I grab a qtip and put ointment on it. I gently apply it on his bottom lip. "I won't force you to tell me who did this to you but if you ever need help. Please come to me" I say as I finish apply it. "It's better to ask for help than suffer in silence. Especially when there's someone there willing to help you" I say as I stood up and walked out the door.

I knew he was getting bullied but I didn't know by who. I go to the vending machine and order my snacks before heading back to class. Once school was over Jun-tae returned back with the bag that contained our cellphones. He calls for everyone to grab their phones. I get up and grab my backup phone.

I put a backup phone because I saw no point in turning in my actual phone. I went back to my seat and saw Sieun walking to retrieve his phone. Just as I'm about to head out, I hear Sieun call out. I look back to see him facing Jun-tae. Jun-tae turns to him clueless. "Why is my phone missing" Sieun asked.

Jun-tae rushes over back to Sieun and looks for the phone. He starts apologizing saying that he's not sure where it might have gone. Fuck Jun-tae don't tell me you stole his phone for someone else. Sieun stares at him bluntly before leaving the classroom. Jun-tae makes eye contact with me.

I sigh before heading out. I head to the same arcade as last time. I walk in and begin playing the same game from yesterday. I slowly started to get the hang of the game. I started beating my opponent. I could hear him cursing on the other side.

"Victory" my screen said. He curses out in frustration. I get up and start walking out. "Yah" I hear from behind me. I turn around. It was the same guy from yesterday.

 "One more round" He asks. I was contemplating it but then my phone buzzed. I look at it to see it was Dad telling me to get home safely. I pull out a piece of paper and write on it. I point at it and set it down on the computer keyboard. I walk out the store and onto the bus that had just arrived.

What I didn't see was that he took a look at the note. "Maybe another time. If you could catch me" the note said. He started laughing. "Game on" he says.

Author's note:
I hope yall liked this chapter. If I'm being honest as I writer I never know where the story is heading and just go with the flow. I enjoy writing fanfics especially when there's barely any with representation of black girls. See you next time I update. Take care of yourselves and love y'all 💓