Chapter III finally sorry if it took me long Oh and excuse my self if there's any typos ^~^ read you soon :D

Jadyn POV

Usher's song Trading Places started to sound as I settled into the Taeyeon's Bentley. I knew Yuri, Hyoyeon and Key were safe in my house, and my father was waiting for me to arrive. I was in for a good punishment and with actually good reasons. It was the fourth time I visited the cells in Trevi's police station in ​​what was this year. And they had just been  eight days after New Year's Eve.

—You know who you've dragged to the police station? —Taeyeon asked, feigning seriousness , but containing a smile.

Taeyeon knew the reason for my arrest and felt she I should have been tougher with Siwon.

—It was a lovely chick —I remembered her long legs. —Seriously, Taeyeon, if you could have seen her, even you had stayed in shock.

She laughed.

—I see. Actually, yes, she was beautiful.

—Did you got to see her? —I asked, puzzled.

—I took her out of the holding cells, Jadyn.

—Excuse me? —Now I was even more lost.

She stopped the car in the driveway of the building Park. Took a small knob, pulled it out of the window and pressed the button. The door began to rise and Taeyeon turned to look at me.

—That lovely 'chick' was Jessica Jung.

If she planed to surprise me, she got it. I looked agape and eyes bulging. Heck, if Daehyun found out that her little daughter had been in the cells because of me, he'll kill me.

"With the amount of cars that were in Gangnam, and I had to take a taxi carrying Jessica," I thought.

—Does Daehyun know? —I asked fearfully. —No, but Hyunki does.

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—It's amazing, Jadyn! You know you can't go around fighting with the small group of Siwon. You keep been on everyone's mouth and that will bring us problems —my father said, trying not to scream ao he won't wake my mother and older siblings up. On top of that, you've got to get Jessica Jung involved. You know the press will do if they finds this out? Jesus!

I was sitting in an armchair, watching how my father walked from side to side chain-smoking.

—We're sorry, uncle Daehyun. It won't happen again, —said Yuri putting a I'm-a-really-good-girl face.

—Quiet, you've already said to much —said her father, my uncle Chunghee—.and you... He looked at Hyoyeon and Key —Did you hit them hard? —He winked.

We all looked a bit confused, but ended up laughing.

We were about an hour discussing the fight. Even Key represented it in the center of the room. What began as a reprimand, ended up as a meeting of colleagues telling each other's war stories.

However, during that time my mind wasn't in that room, but in a girl of dazzling brown eyes.

Jessica POV

On Monday morning I met with Hyuna, Nicole and Jonghyun at the entrance of Seoul High. In this school I will attending the last year of high school before going to college. I was surprised that the building was so big. It even had parking lot.

As Taeyeon planned, my father hadn't heard anything about what happened on Saturday, so I could spend the rest of the weekend with Hyuna and her friends taking long walks around the city and spending money with the card. Of course, we were walking everywhere. I could not risk having another setback. I was sure that would be a while until I get on a taxi.

When I explained it to my friends, they roared with laughter. I didn't understand why It so funny, really. I entered the main office. For the decoration, it felt like you were in a doctor's office: dark armchairs flanking a glass table with a nice vase with red flowers. It Wouldn't surprise me if these colors were designed to combine with our uniforms. The wall was filled with pictures of students and graduates and newspaper articles.

Seoul High school was the best school in Korea and scholarships were very talked. There was a waiting list for almost two years to enter. Some, like my father, just needed  to use his influences.

I watched my image in a mirror hanging on the wall I was dressed in uniform. Red pleated skirt that bared my knees with typical yellow and black squares, something that was unthinkable in my old uniform. In fact, this set was totally different from the boarding school. It was bold, even y, and very red. The white shirt cinched at the waist, which helped to make the figure. The red polo was more loose and classic, with the name and the school crest embroidered in gold thread, and a typical image of royalty. Take that jersey was optional, but my mother didn't seem right to not used (I took it off as soon as I left home). As unobtrusive, as it were, was the tie and socks that hid part of my knees and almost joined to the skirt. And then there were the shoes, high heel wearing something following the prevailing norms. Of course, I wore higher ones.

I approached the counter, where a secretary chewed a pen between sips of her coffee.

—Good morning, I'm Jessica Jung Sooyeon. —The secretary got up smiling and began to rummage my enrollment files on a file pile that were sorted alphabetically behind her. She pulled out my folder, opened it and took a sheet that she quickly sealed and sign it.

—Well, you're in science, right? —She said as she removed the pen of .

—Right.

—Your class is fourth D. Here's the schedule. Want me to come with you?