~Rose is the perfect daughter of the principal. Hanbin is the sexy rebellious bad boy. What happens when the Park Academy Board of education decides to make Rose tutor Hanbin After his grades plunge too far? ...What happens if they fall in love? "Th...
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Rośe P.O.V After leaving the bathroom, I got back into the spirit of things, I passed off my guy friends from basketball, and hooted and wolf whistled me, knowing it would embarrass the crap outta me. "Hey Rośe! You're looking SEXXAY tonight!"
The guys crowded around him laughed and nodded, tossing me wink. I turned red and laughed sheepishly. "Thanks Mino"
They laughed and blew me kisses, and I walked past the group with extreme haste. "Hey Rośe"
I gasped as I saw another one of my friends. "Oh my Gosh Hyeri! You look amazing!"
Hyeri grinned. "Thanks! So do you! Come on, join this picture with me."
She and I made silly faces at her phone, and she snapped a picture. We laughed about it, and she sent it to a bunch of her friends, and posted it to twitter. After talking with her a little more, I went to the snack table, assuming I'd find Lisa there. Before I reached it, I saw a bunch of cheerleaders run over to me. "Hi Rosie! I love your dress"
I smiled. "Thanks ladies, you all look gorgeous as well"
They all giggled modesty. "So, make sure some freshman girls your mom accepts next year are cheerleaders! We're running short one player for next year, as of now."
I nodded re assuredly. "I'm sure we'll find a bunch of girls willing to do it."
One of them, pressured me. "Why don't you be a cheerleader next year? You are so beautiful and you'd look hot in uniforms!"
I laughed. "I'm flattered, but I'm busy with a bunch of other clubs and things next year."
"We'll get you on our team yet!"
They hollered, as they walked away, back to their captain. "Bye Rośe"
I waved at them, and tried not to make eye contact with the cheer captain, Nayeon. She utterly hated me. I maneuvered my way through the dancers, smiling and saying 'Hi' to the people I knew, until I went to the refreshment table. As I had expected, there was Lisa, along with the bunch of our other friends. "HAY GURL HAY!"
She hollered, beaming at me. A bunch of people looked over, but naturally, Lisa barely registered it. She was the sort of girl who was used to being the prettiest girl in the room, used to being worshiped by boys, and girls alike. However, she honestly didn't give a crap. And that's why I love her. "Hi Lisa."
She gestured to the DJ, who was playing some songs that involved jamaican drums with some crazy maraca solo. I shrugged, wincing. "Sound pretty dang ghetto"
(Ghetto means of poor quality or poor looking. That shirt is so ghetto. Your mom is a ghetto. See more words with the same meaning: bad, poor, sucks, common, generally displeasing.)
She nodded, and in a split second was pulling me behind the large table of refreshments, grinning mischievously. "What the hell Lis-"
