♚ Ruby Red✦KNJ ♚

Chapter Two

Author's Note: to all the hardcore jungkook stans out there- im sorry jungkook is such an a--hole in this chapter, but i promise you that he has this whole character development throughout the fic! yes, he will be in more chapters lol...let me know what you think of this chapter<3

Warnings: None to Note

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You never walk alone. The song crackling through your mother's phone comforted you more than any pitying words or worried glances. "It's in a whole another language, what the hell are you doing with your life? You are a disappointment in every way. You can't even have a good music taste!? Spawn of the devil, that's what you are!" Your mother had said after stumbling into the house as drunk as a lord at the crack of dawn, and then proceeded to throw your phone across the room, cracking it beyond repair. After she left, you thought it acceptable to 'borrow' the phone she had forgotten behind. I mean, a phone was nothing compared to forgetting a heart-broken child.

The gaping hole inside you was forgotten for a while as the combination of the soothing music and the muted sounds of the train you were in moving over tracks lulled you to sleep. Finally, a moment of peace from your terrorising nightmares...

"Doors opening, please alight. Doors opening please, alight." You opened your eyes sleepily. Then you sat up, startled, almost falling off the hard blue bench you were sitting on. No, you can't have missed your stop. There was no way you were going to break your perfect attendance record with something as stupid as this. "Next stop, Time Square. Next stop, Time square." The robotic and weirdly enthusiastic intercom blared loudly, making your headache worse. You gave a sigh of relief. One more stop left.

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You looked down as you walked, staring at the grey concrete covered in random splotches of chewed up gum. You looked up to see the familiar silver gates of your school. They were regal, beautiful, and expensive. Everything you weren't. "You are only here because of your scholarship. You're lucky to even have been given one. Now don't screw this opportunity up, it's your last year." A voice whispered to you. You nodded slightly as the gates opened and students flocked into the prestigious Lancashire-Cook Manhattan High School.

Walking the busy halls in the morning was terrifying, to say the least. "Ay, pass the ball here!" A basketball whizzed past your head, and landed in the hands of the one and only Jeon Jungkook. Idiotic, but annoyingly the most popular boy on campus. Or should you say, the biggest player on campus. "Sorry?" He flashed his signature bunny grin at you, which was infuriatingly adorable, as you glared back at him. He pushed past you as you continued to stare at him, stupidly. Shoot, you were going to be late to Math. You bolted past him and the other loitering students in the busy hallway, not forgetting to shoot him a dirty look as you barged into the classroom.

"Alright, please set down your bags, we have the final calculus test today." Ms Brinely droned as you walked into the classroom. She hadn't noticed you walking in almost five minutes late. You sat down in your seat at the very back of the room,  as someone slammed open the door. "Mr Jeon, you are more than 10 minutes late to class! Again! And on a test day, the nerve of you youngsters!" your teacher yelled, exasperated. "Sorry about that, Ms. Brinely. The girls kept me occupied." He said, smirking. Muffled laughter rang throughout the classroom. Your teacher shook her head in disgust. You rolled your eyes. Misogynistic jerk. "Please do not forget that you guys have a half day today. The math test will be 75 minutes,  and then you can go home for a well deserved break, after those gruelling exams you endured for the past week." Ms. Brinely said, with a slight smile. The whole class cheered. Then someone handed out the test papers, and your brain was consumed with numbers.

As you handed the test paper back to Ms Brinely, she raised her eyebrows mockingly. "Finished already?" She checked your test, completely surprised to see every single question answered, and that too correctly. "What was your name again?" She asked, trying to get a better view of your face, which was partially clouded by your hair and hat. She flipped back to the first page of the test with your name on it.

"Oh my, you're the student with the highest SAT score in the grade!" She exclaimed. "You are in my class?" She questioned, her eyes wide. "Yes. I have been for the past two years." You muttered back. Of course. You were the lettuce in a burger. Easily overseen. You, yourself, were not in any way memorable, but your test scores were. "What colleges did you apply for? I mean, with your SAT score, the sky's the limit!" Ms Brinely said excitedly. "Stanford. Harvard. Yale. Imperial. Cornell. I'm doing medicine." You said quietly. Only if she knew that you couldn't even pay college application fees, as your mother had spent everything, including your college savings on alcohol, alcohol, and more alcohol. As embarrassing as it was to admit, you had had to request financial aid for each one you applied to. "You are more than eligible for any Ivy League University! I just know you are going to make an amazing doctor!" A year ago, you would have burst out laughing. Who knew you could ever be eligible for these elite colleges? You walked back to your seat without another word.

"Ok guys, if you have finished your test, feel free to leave. Remember your chosen language tests are happening soon, and enjoy fall break!" Ms Brinely announced happily. She sure was done with you lot. Fall break, so a little less than a year of high school was left. 8 more months of hell. You thought to yourself as you rushed out of the classroom and into the subway station, your boots crunching over brown and orange maple leaves as you ran in the chilly autumn breeze.

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