Monday morning, Seunghyun dropped you and Seungri off at school.
“See you later, oppa.” You waved. “
Don’t forget to send me the library pictures.” He raised an eyebrow.
You pouted. You had hoped he had forgotten.
You shut the door and you and Seungri entered the school.
Downtown Seoul High School wasn’t a very good school. It seemed like only delinquents or the dumbest of the dumbest went to your school. Also everybody was already friends with each other that no one was interested in befriending you or your brother.
It didn’t matter since the two of you had each other. It had always been like that. Because you had to run away so often, it was hard to make real friends.
That’s why your closest and best friend was Seungri.
You went to your locker. Right when you shut it, the bell rang. “I’ll see you lunch, oppa.” You waved. He waved and ran off.
You went into your classroom and went to your seat in the back by the window.
Mr. Park, a tired-looking man, came in, “We have one new student today. Come in.”
Uninterested, you looked out the window.
“Yo, my name is Pyo Jihoon.” A unique, deep voice said.
*Wait a minute…that voice…* You turned your head and gasped. It was two-cap’s friend! P.O.!
“Jihoon, sit in the empty seat in the back.” Mr. Park instructed.
P.O. headed towards you. You quickly put your backpack in the seat. He raised an eyebrow.
“~~~~~~~.” Mr. Park warned.
You sighed and took your backpack away.
P.O. sat down and put his backpack away.
*He probably doesn’t recognize me.* You thought.
P.O. took out a piece of paper and wrote something. He elbowed you.
You defensively frowned *What does he want?*
P.O. nodded at his paper. You looked down.
Nice to see you again, .
Your jaw dropped open.
P.O. snickered and lay back in his seat.
*Jerk!* You crumpled up your paper and squeezed it inside your tense fist.
When the bell rang, you shot out the door. *Must find Seungri oppa!* You raced through the students. You turned the corner. BAM!
“Whoa.” He said. “Sorry.” You said.
“You know how to apologize?” You could hear the smirk.
You looked up and your eyes widened *O…M…G.*
Zico was right in front of you. Behind him were his friends.
“W-what are you doing here?!” You asked.
“What else would I do in school?” Zico pointed to his uniform.
*Don’t tell me…HE’S GOING TO MY SCHOOL!* You thought. *This is the one time I wish I can move schools!*
“~~~~~~~~~~~~!” Seungri raced over. He skidded to a stop and gasped at the sight of Block B.
“Hey, classmate.” Zico smirked.
Seungri gulped. He yanked you towards him and whispered in your ear, “They’re the new students!”
“I think I know that by now, thanks.” You gritted your teeth.
Zico smirked and reached out. He touched your nametag, “Kim ~~~~~~~~. I didn’t know you were in high school.”
You slapped his hand away, “I didn’t know your rude was in high school, either. I thought with your mind level you were stuck in elementary.”
Jaehyo chortled. Zico shot him a look. “Sorry.” He kept a straight face again.
P.O. came over and slung an arm around your neck, “Guess what, hyungs? She’s my new desk partner.” “Oh ho ho.” U-Kwon chuckled. Everyone laughed.
You pressed your lips in a firm line. You grabbed P.O.’s arm and flipped him over onto his back. He blinked in shock. His friends gaped at you.
“You nasty -“ U-Kwon stepped towards you with a glower. He was an easy-going, playful guy until someone hurt his friend.
Seungri pulled you safely back, “Hey, it was an accident, right?” He shot you a look.
“No, not at all.” You honestly replied.
“~~~~~~!” Seungri hissed. The bell rang.
“I hope we won’t run into each other again.” Zico growled.
“Stay out of my way and I’ll happily stay out of yours.” You sneered. Jiyong’s attitude was reflecting on you. You walked away.
Seungri caught up with you, “What do I do?! My next class is with them!”
“Defend yourself.” You growled.
“You know I can’t!” He miserably whined.
Zico watched you walk away. “Let’s go.” His friends left. B-Bomb helped P.O. up.
Zico raised an eyebrow in curiosity. *For some strange reason, that interests me. There’s something about her that’s…refreshing. She’s not like other girls. That, I know for sure.*