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What a freaking bitch.
I swore under my breath when she slammed my locker shut right in my face. Still, I stayed cool— waiting for her to make the first move.
“Oh, look, girls — it’s Ara, the slut.” Sana sneered, with two plastic sidekicks snickering behind her. One of them I recognized— the same nosy cow who’d asked about Jungkook’s birthday party.
All I wanted was to drag my sorry self home after that dumpster-fire of an exam, but nooo… I had to deal with these three clowns.
“And look who we’ve got here,” I shot back, folding my arms. “Sana — Jungkook’s personal lapdog.”
Her eyes narrowed. “How dare you even say his full name, you ugly moron.”
I fake-gasped. “Ugly? Sweetheart, you’ve got enough makeup on to frost a cake. Maybe try putting some on your personality.”
One of her minions piped up. “Shut up! She’s the hottest girl you’ll ever see.”
I rolled my eyes so hard I nearly sprained them. “Please. My straightener’s hotter than the three of you combined.”
I turned to leave— crowd or not, I was over it — but Sana clamped a hand on my shoulder, spinning me around.
“Don’t you dare lay a finger on my Jungkook, or I swear—”
I cut her off the second I spotted Jungkook and the rest of BTS strolling down the corridor, bringing half the school with them to watch the show.
“Perfect timing,” I said, sliding Sana out of my way and meeting Jungkook’s confused stare.
“Did you just—” she started again.
God, someone mute her.
“Yo, Jungcock,” I called out, smirking. “Leash your little dog, will you? She’s been yapping non-stop, and honestly, it’s getting sad.”
Jungkook sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose like he already regretted showing up.
Sana lunged, palm raised like she was about to crown me Queen of Slaps. Too bad for her — I caught her wrist mid-air, twisted it behind her back, and pinned her against the same locker she’d slammed in my face.
