I​ hope you're happy as you pretend to be.

​I swear to God that these damn flies are bothering me and I barely woke up from being beaten up by these jerks. The first thing I walked into the classroom, I saw the professor just looked at me with such hatred and think that I'm such a bad student being late on the first day. Well, old man . . .at least I went to class. I just shrug off the looks my stupid classmates were giving me. I'm not even paying attention in this damn class. What is this class anyway? I turn on my phone to play some Piano Tiles and eventually beat my high score. A huge THUD interrupt my game playing. As I look up, the professor grabs my phone. "You are not allowed to have phones out in this classroom". I smirk at him.

 

"This is not highschool, you old fart". His face turns at shade of red from anger as he told himself to calm down. He puts my phone in his pocket, "YOU ARE NOT GETTING THIS PHONE TIL AFTERSCHOOL". I just stare into his eyes with a hint of I don't give no s whatsoever. In the end, I'll get my damn phone back anyway. Whispers turn louder about me. Great. People talking their crap out and not confronting. Sooooo great. "Can you guys shut the hell up?" I turn to them. They all went quiet. What a bunch of losers. When does this class end?

  Lunch arrives as I speed walk to Jimin's classroom. I can't wait to see him and his adorable smile. I smile to myself, humming a song by Zion T. My hands swinging gracefully as I see a familar short figure. His eyes look scared for some reason. Then I realize a group of guys were surrounding him.     "So, you going to pay for the food all of us right? We sure would become your friends," the tallest among them had his hand on Jimin's small shoulder. Don't hurt him. ​Jimin smiles at him with eyes like a kid getting lure to get candy from a stranger.     "Okay!" The dude smiles at him, ruffling his hair. "Really? Okay. Let's go!" He wraps his arm and drags Jimin with the rest of the group. I hope Jimin knows he's getting tricked. They all walk past by me. Jimin looks directly at me as I wave hi, but he turns away. God. Don't tell me Jimin is just like all these shallow heads at this school! I bit my lips in anger. I really thought Jimin was a good person that I could be friends with. I couldn't help it but fall for that sinning smile of his. Walking to lunch by myself, I see Jimin laughing with his so-called 'friends'. His eyes crinkles into a cute smile. God. I couldn't help but stare at him. His smile fades as he looks pitifully at me. I just sigh in annoyance. He doesn't even like me. Why is there so many people like him? Wanting to liked and pretend to be happy. I didn't know what to do next, so my intinct was to wink. Yes, wink. Is he blushing? My plan work as I smirk to myself. Jimin's lips slowly curve into a smile and he just puts his head down. Avoiding eye contact again. Like how you gonna play with me like that?   I get up angrily marching to him. But yet again, I fall by this force that hit my left shoulder. Here we go  . . .AGAIN!! The same guy from this morning smirks at me. Mocking me, eh? I lift my hand to punch but Jimin quickly gets up and holds my hand.   "N-no. Jungkook . . .you can't be hurt again". I look down at him. "Look. He started it and I'm ending it". Jimin lets go of my hand and spreads his arms to protect me.   "You can't hurt him! He's been hurt already!" The jock just looks at both of us with a questioning expression. His eyebrows went up in amusement. "Jimin, kid. You are a nice kid, but if you defend this then you can say goodbye to your popularity". Are you serious right now?! I throw my hands in a 'WTF' motion.     "You got to be kidding me!! Jimin, do you even believe in popularity?" Jimin nervously looks at me and gulps. "Well . . ." I swear to God, he's going to say it. "I actually like being with people and making them happy!!" He blurts out with cheeks flaring with red. I side-eye him while slowly clapping. Slowly. "Wow. Look here, don't hurt him. But, you can hurt me because Jimin's nice". I put a peace sign and smile to the jock. "Stop Jungkook" Jimin yet again grabs both my arms. "Is this some type of love quarrel that I'm not catching on or you guys are just being extremely friendly?" A girl with medium length hair and dark skin, walks up between us and that jock. "Jaegyu, isn't this enough? Stop bothering the new kid and Jimin". The jock just either slap himself some sense or is annoyed by the girl. "B-but Nini!!" Nini smiles at Jimin then frowns to Jaegyu.   "Leave them alone before I have to hurt you," Nini threatens him by yanking his collar and pushing him as he lands on the ground. Jimin looks at her in awe. "T-thanks, Nini," Jimin sheepishly grins at her while awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. Nini does the same as her