Ahh i remember the first time i met Kyungsoo.

He was sitting in the front row of my new class, staring foreward, eyes wide.
He looked like he was about to snap his table in half.
I could feel his pain.
School was horrible to no end.

"Class this is Nam Joo Dae, be nice to her and treat her well!"

She gave a sickly white smile at me and then to the class.
My new class groaned loudly and i mentally forced knives into each of them.
Screw you people, i could be very ing nice, don't you judge me on my appearence,
I took my seat somewhere in the middle.
The teachers voice was annoying as hell as she went over our homework that was due tomorrow.
That i conveininetly didn't have to do.

I fell asleep sometime during the period and an inanimate object hitting the back of my head woke me up.
i jumped up, ready to knock a out for ruining my slumber. 
But i came in contact with the wide eyed kid i noticed this morning.
And for some reason, i didn't wanna kill him.

Weird i know.

So i settled for killer language instead.

"What the do you want?"

"It's time for next class you dip" 

And with that he walked off.
That little bastard, how dare he swear at me like that.

I followed his warning and plodded out into the hallway, yawning loudly with my arms flared out; somehow hitting some girl in the face.

"Yah! Watch what your doing transfer!"

I stuck my tongue out at her and walked on.
I could hear the blonde bimbo gasp dramatically behind me.
And then i felt my head whip back.
The ing bimbo pulled my hair.
Oh okay, you wanna go?

"Oi patty ! Did you just pull my hair?"

"What the is 'patty ' transfer?"

I gestured to my own voluptious chest and smiled.

"Paded, ya know. As in you have no so you stuff them"

"I DON'T STUFF MY BRA YOU !"

"Oi patty calm down or i'll slice what you do have, clean off!"

She backed away, completely shocked and then started crying.
Nope, not gunna get me with the waterworks.
I turned and walked off, giving her the finger as i made my departure.

My next class was english, which i knew pretty well.
I eventually made my way there; constantly telling people to piss off along the way.
No i don't need your help.
No i don't care that i was in your way.
No i don't care about your designer bag that i accidently touched, oh my god.

The wide eyed kid was sitting in the exact same seat, only a different classroom.
I took refug