The Flower Four + Me (A Boys Over Flowers Fanfiction) ON HOLD

Chapter 4: What "IT" Means

Sixth period was my only free during the day. I thought it would be nice to linger by the library and soak up the air conditioner without looking like a loser.

On my way to the library courtyard I heard a loud ruckus of students. A boisterous noise began to emanate from the school cafeteria. As I looked down from the balcony I saw a rowdy group of students.

My first thought was, do all these students have a free period? Then I caught a glimpse of what they were surrounding.

In the middle of the circle, the little nerd from before was pushed around and mocked and in the front of the circle of students stood three handsome young men snickering at the poor nerd. The tallest, and the dude with the weirdest perm, raised his hand and snapped his fingers as if he were a king calling his servants.

And the servants all responded. A flurry of action erupted. Many muscular looking boys stepped forth with wooden baseball bats, some even had metal bars.

Students were all yelling "hit 'em hit 'em." It was depressing to watch. The students were attacking him, punching his stomach, slapping his face. He couldn't move any more and all the students left him lying on the sidewalk while he was gasping for air, his blood pooling on the sidewalk.

I felt so bad that I didn't have the courage to go down and protect him. But what could I do? It was one against a million. If I wanted to stay out of trouble for the first time and out of the student body's radar, I couldn't get myself involved in these petty gang attacks.

So after they all left, I went to help him up and brought him to the infirmary again. Random acts of kindness, that's what I say. Or at least that's what Morgan Freeman taught me.

"Thanks for helping me again." The little kid blood, dripping from his cut gums and nose stuttered.

"Don't even mention it. It's just a pity that I didn't have the guts to stand up for you."

"It's not your fault, if it's anyone; it's the F4's fault." He muttered.

"F4? What the hell is that, a cult?"

"You don't know who the F4 are?" I shook my head no. "You must be new here. The F4 are the most powerful group of students. Their like the Gods here. Their word is law." I helped him onto a bed in the infirmary. "You've really never heard of them?"

"I legit never heard of them before." I smiled proudly. "And I probably don't want to."

"The F4 rule the school because their parents built it." This nerd kept rambling, "Tristan Rally is a playboy extraordinar. It's rumored his father has connections with the mafia and he's even an important shareholder in the black market. The second guy is Taylor Corp, the kind-hearted virgin killer. They say that if any girl looks into his eyes they lose their virginity. His family runs hundreds of famous museums and history foundations. Third is Ryan Hamada." Ryan Hamada, the horrible flute player? "Although he doesn't really fit in with the other three, he has his own secrets. His late parents were famous musicians. Now, Ryan stays with his grandfather who runs a popular medical clinic." I still can't believe Ryan is part of this bullying group. "And last, but not least, is the leader of the group, Kevin Tsukasa. The Tsukasa corporation is world-renowned. They started as a chain of five star hotels, but now they do everything from distributing oil to running supermarkets."

"So how did you get them so angry?"

He twiddled his thumbs. "It was an accident. I was drinking water when a girl in back of me pushed me and my water spilled on his Burberry jacket."

"Wait, that's it!?" I asked incredulous. "You accidentally dropped water on his jacket and he wants to kill you!"

"If you piss off anyone in the F4 they send you a "red notice" which spurs the whole school to attack you. I've heard that in some cases students have committed suicide."

"This is just ridiculous! Who do those guys think they are?"

"Don't do anything, I mean don't do anything to piss them off. I can see you're a good person, I don't want to see you get hurt too."

"Don't worry; I don't want to see it too. I'm just trying to stay under the radar here." He laughed, and surprisingly it wasn't unpleasant.

I couldn't believe what I had just witnessed. But I knew one thing. There was someone missing from the group of people cheering around the nerd. Someone missing from the action of the assault. Someone was missing when I was sure he would be there. Yes, I couldn't help but notice but, Ryan Hamada was missing from the scene of the crime.

"I don't think I introduced myself. I'm Adam Locksley."

"I'm Lansing Carter." We shook hands in a friendly manner.

"Don't forget what you promised, try to stay out of harms way."

Those were the last words I heard from Adam. The next day he dropped out of school. I wondered if I would ever see him again. Poor kid.