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     The following day at school was filled with the same-old things: couples making out against lockers, people yelling obnoxiously loud, girls giving everyone condescending stares, jocks checking out practically every decent-looking female to walk by. I was among those girls to unfortunately catch the attention of the jocks, and they whistled as I walked by. I clenched my fists. One of these days I’ll smack each and every one of them upside their heads. Anyways, the only thing that was different about today was the excited chatter of Youngjae’s upcoming party- but only among the people who were considered “cool” enough to go. I was happy to hear that cheer practice was cancelled, but it was unfortunately due to the fact that coach wasn’t feeling well. No wonder she took so long in the restroom before practice yesterday. On a more cheerful note, that meant that I had more time to spend on Tumblr once I got home. That thought kept me sane throughout the remainder of the day until the final bell rang and we were finally able to leave for the weekend. I made a quick stop at my locker to grab a couple of books, then strategically took an alternate route out of the building so that I could avoid passing by Changjo and his posse.

    As soon as I arrived at home I flopped onto my bed and whipped out my laptop, so that I could log in to my real-self. I swear, only people on the internet get me. I managed to spend about three hours mindlessly scrolling through my feed and snorting at the occasional funny post. I glanced up at the clock on my dash that read 7:12 PM and decided it was about time I started getting ready for this party. I stripped off the clothes I was currently wearing and slipped on a new pair of jeans and a cute sweater. Then, I combed through my tangly hair, which turned out really nice afterwards, so I left it natural. Finally, I redid my makeup. I may be lazy, but I do like to look nice- especially if Namjoon is involved. Once I gave myself one last glance in the mirror, I went downstairs to put on my favourite pair of combat boots and headed out the door. I had been to a party or two at Young