“Yah!” I lifted my banana milk above my head, and shouted, “Min Yoongi, you jerk!”
    With no hesitation I tilted it and in a flash Gongchan ripped himself free and Yoongi was looking up at me, eyes wide, hair soaked with milk, and most of all eyes ablaze with fury. A fury so deep I was a little petrified, what was to come . . . aww man who cares? I can take this piece of poop any day!
Bring it on, Min Yoongi!
“Y-Yah. . . What did you just do . . . ?” Yoongi asked looking around the cafeteria his face flushed, before landing his eyes on me.
“Yah, what just happened?”
“Did she really just do that?!”
“She needs to die!”
“Oppa is such a loser . . .”
“That was so cool!”
     Yoongi growled lowly and reached for my wrist but Gongchan interjected between us two, his gaze stuck to the ground, “Go.”
 Suga stood still staring at the boy stunned, I was too honestly but I was sure he would punch him soon so I immediately jumped off the table and grabbed his hand. “I hope you’ve learned your lesson,” turning I made my way out the door nonchalantly with Gongchan by my side.
“Yah, wasn’t that cool? Wasn’t I cool? Amazing right?!” I burst excitedly the moment we were out of the cafeteria but Gongchan turned to me and glared.
“Omo . . . No?”
     “Yah! We were almost killed!” He quickly his heels, leaving me in the dust as he made his way back to the classroom. It was the first time he had ever raised his voice at me it was kind of shocking . . . I frowned and sulked after him, we still had three more periods to go until the end of school. Then finally we’d be out of this hell hole.