Chapter 3 THREE

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The school roof was Agatha 's choice this morning, accompanied by her favorite strawberry milk, and whose most loyal friend would it be if not Fang Alina.

"Agatha " Alina, doesn't know how many times she called her name. However, the owner was not heeded at all by the name.

"Agatha " Alina, calls again, if once again, Agatha ignores it, then Alina will push her down to die altogether.

"Agatha ," Finished. Alina's patience had run out. She stepped closer to Agatha , who was currently still focused on looking at something she didn't know what. Alina immediately pushed Agatha and then held her, surprising Agatha , then released the milk she was holding that had fallen from the rooftop, which the top floor to the bottom on the ground, poor milk.

"FANG ALINA, WHAT ARE YOU DOING." Agatha , who had been daydreaming for a while, felt Alina's urge earlier, surprising her.

"I should be the one asking, what have you been doing since I called you, but you didn't even pay attention." said Alina with a bit of annoyance.

"Can't you see I'm drinking - WHERE'S MY STRAWBERRY MILK?" Agatha said, shocked.

"See, you didn't even notice your milk had fallen."

Sighing, Agatha sat down on the used sofa on the rooftop. Alina went after Agatha .

"You must be thinking about what happened last night, right? Your motorbike, right? Oh, come on, you're not a poor person, you have to buy a new one. How hard is it?"

"Lin, that's not the problem, even though it's my favorite motorbike. But it's about my pride, you know." Agatha complained.

"It was your fault that you offered a bet as if you already knew you would win."

"Not helping at all," Agatha said to Alina. Instead of helping, it just added to the burden of hearing Alina's chatter.

"You think you're the only one who's sad. Because of you last night, I couldn't play with my favorite enemy, and I heard last night he was partying with his winnings which earned millions of won overnight." Alina groaned while looking at her nails for some reason. Her nails were more attractive than her best friend's annoying face.

"I didn't ask you to watch me, so don't blame me, damn it." Said Agatha . Whoever was blamed by Alina didn't accept it, "Never mind, better go to the cafeteria, because I want strawberry milk."

Of course, Alina, as a good friend, complied with the wishes of that one friend.

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"Mark's school anniversary is coming up. You haven't submitted a proposal to the principal yet?"

The almost perfect handsome man asked Mark.

Learning and teaching activities it's over a few minutes ago. Now, it's time for them to rest, most of them go to the canteen to fill their stomachs, as well as Mark and Gavin, they are currently walking towards the canteen, on their way there are many pairs of eyes watching them with adoring eyes. How could they not both be school princes.

A man is cold but different when he smiles. His smile is so sweet. Gavin, the vice-chairman of the student council and the proud basketball captain of their school, has contributed many achievements from the basketball sport. His demeanor is so friendly. Even though he sometimes acts coldly. When he is serious, his wealth is unquestionable but doesn't make him arrogant.

Mark Avion Lee, a Korean-Canadian mulatto, is cold and arrogant to everyone. His position as student council president. And also, his parents, who were the school's main benefactors, earned him great respect. Mark is also a clever student. He has donated many trophies for his victories in academic and non-academic achievements, making him a gold student in the school.

"After the Olympics," Mark replied to Gavin's words.

Gavin remembers when Mark will hold the Olympics.

"Oh yeah, your Olympics is tomorrow?"

"Hmm,"

"Hopefully so -"

"Damn." Gavin's words cut off when Mark suddenly cursed. Gavin, confused, immediately looked at Mark, who now seemed to be holding back his emotions. In front of him, there was Agatha with an innocent look.

Agatha blinked a few times and then looked at the milk box, the straw was nowhere to see, and the box she was squeezing in her hand reflexively when she tripped.

"My strawberry milk," Agatha said sadly.

All the students looked curiously at Agatha , Mark, and Gavin.

Mark snorted at her. So, when Mark was walking with Gavin earlier. Agatha came from the opposite direction with them, carrying a milk box. And then when it was close to them. The girl stupidly stumbled due to the luck of her own feet. But the girl was lucky to be able to balance herself well but because of reflex Agatha's hand gripped the box too hard, Which caused the contents of the box to leak, aka shielded strawberry milk which hit the school coat and clothes Mark was wearing.

"You have to clean my clothes," Mark said coldly.

"Hey, it's not my fault, bastard." Agatha spoke annoyed, because she felt that it wasn't her fault.

"It's your fault you stumbled in front of me and then squirted the boxed milk on me." Shameless thought Mark was clear that this was Agatha 's fault.

"Hey, I stumbled, unintentionally, anyway it's your fault for being in front of me."

What kind of bullshit is that. Mark wants to punch Agatha Lee in the slick mouth.

"You, I don't want to know you must clean my clothes." Mark insisted on asking for an answer.

"You, I don't want to know you must clean my clothes." Mark insisted on asking for an answer.

"I do not want to," Agatha said lightly. Leads don't care.

Gavin and the students in the cafeteria still faithfully watched the debate between the two people, who were both stubborn.

"Agatha . Clean my clothes now," Mark emphasized every word. Trying to contain the emotions that explode.

"Do not want," Agatha replied, not wanting to lose.

Mark immediately grabbed Agatha 's arm. He ignored Gavin's screams calling his name. He took Agatha to the toilet and locked the toilet room, cornered Agatha 's body against the wall, and locked her up. Mark took Agatha to the toilet room, not without reason. At least if something happened like Mark would hit Agatha for getting out of control, it wouldn't be a public consumption that would make his image nasty.

"What the hell do you want?" Agatha slightly looked up to see Mark.

"You don't want to clean my shirt, so I'll wear yours," Mark said casually. He took off Agatha 's coat, Agatha herself was still silently digesting Mark's words.

Mark managed to take off Agatha 's coat and throw it in any direction, then started to unbutton Agatha 's shirt. Agatha , who begins to realize, immediately holds Mark's hand.

"Hey, you can't be like that. Damn it." Agatha protested.

"I can. You don't want to clean my clothes, so accept my decision." Mark released his hands from Agatha 's grip and held them back above Agatha 's head, making their position very ambiguous at this time, not to mention Mark's one hand took off Agatha 's shirt.

"MARK, FUCK OFF, BASTARD HMMPTH-" Agatha 's curse was muffled when Mark suddenly kissed her.

Crazy, Agatha thought, she wanted to refuse, but she couldn't move her body. He looked right into Mark's eyes, Mark looked back at her.

Mark smacked Agatha 's lips in turn. His hands unbuttoned Agatha 's shirt.

Mark ended their kiss when he opened the last shirt button. Mark looked at Agatha 's lips which now swelled. He let go of his grip on Agatha 's hands.

Agatha was currently still catching her breath. She didn't rebel when Mark took off her shirt. Mark himself immediately took off his jacket and shirt.

"Your shirt is too small." Mark's comment when wearing Agatha 's shirt.

"Who told you to wear my shirt?" Finally, Agatha realized too.

Mark immediately threw his shirt filled with milk stains at Agatha , who hit the child in the face.

"Bastard." Agatha cursed. Agatha , herself must be willing to wear the dirty shirt if she doesn't want to use a bra until school hours are over. Because Agatha doesn't wear an undershirt and Mark doesn't feel comfortable wearing a shirt filled with milk stains, it's sticky when worn. If it's the suit, it doesn't matter anyway. It's black, so the spot can't be seen.

They are both now wearing clothes. But now Agatha is a little dazed because she doesn't know where the suit is.

"Mark, you know where my coat is?" Agatha asked absentmindedly

Mark looked at Agatha intently. "Do not know," Mark answered.

"You were the one throwing my coat in any direction, you bastard." Agatha turned to Mark, who was staring intently at her.

"Mark," Call Agatha . Mark just stepped closer to Agatha , eroding the distance between them. Agatha herself felt intimidated and stepped back so that Agatha , now really cornered because of the wall behind her.

Mark smirked because of that. He lifted Agatha 's chin, so the child looked up at him.

"Mark, don't be like you," Agatha whispered right in front of Mark's lips which were so close to her own.

Mark himself doesn't care that he brings their lips together again, not just kissing and crushing this time accompanied by a bite. He uses his hand to hold Agatha 's bend.

While the other one was on Agatha 's waist, Agatha herself put her hand on Mark's shoulder and squeezed it when Mark bit her lip hard. They enjoyed the kiss.

"Agatha , are you in?" Someone shouted outside the toilet while hitting the toilet door brutally.

While the two of them were in the toilet, they paid no heed to the screams from outside. They were busily intertwining their tongues, intertwining with each other. Agatha , who was passive, is now actively kissing.

"I know you're in there." She shouted again.

"Agatha ." She continued to throw brutal blows at the door of the innocent.

"Agatha , open."

Mark, who had been hearing voices from outside, was disturbed. Agatha pushed him away as he bit Agatha 's lips so hard it bled.

"Aghh," Agatha screamed as their lips parted.

"Lucky I didn't hit your sassy mouth and just bit it," Mark whispered to Agatha , who was now neutralizing her breath while looking at her sharply.

Mark gave Agatha a lick of the injured lips before sucking the blood out of it.

"Ugh." Agatha moaned when she felt a strong suck on her lips.

Mark distanced himself from Agatha before giving the last kiss on the lips. He walked towards the door and unlocked the door.

The door was immediately opened brutally by someone before a very disturbing shriek sounded in Mark's ears.

"Agatha !" Alina shouted dramatically. Mark, who saw that, snorted then left, leaving Alina and Agatha .

"Agatha , you ..." Alina looked at Agatha from top to bottom with an appraising look.

"What?" Agatha asked fiercely.

"Did you get raped or what?"

"WHAT FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT, HUH?" Agatha looked at Alina sharply. Alina brought Agatha towards the glass.

An over sized shirt stained with strawberry milk at the bottom with the top three buttons left open, cheeks flushed, hair slightly tousled, and lips swollen and sore at the corners. Agatha gaped at her reflection.

"So tell me how fiercely Mark, the student council president, is playing?" Alina whispered in Agatha 's ear.

"I HATE YOU ALL" Agatha screamed hysterically and grabbed her hair.

***

Mark called Gavin as he came out of the toilet.

"Vin, bring my shirt that's in the locker to the basketball boys' locker room."

"Damn you, Mark."

"Fast," Mark said, then ended the call.

Mark casually walked towards the changing room. He smirked as he remembered what had happened.

"Tasted like strawberries."

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TBC