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"Class dismissed." The teacher said as the students started to pack their things for their next class.

"Ms. L/N, I would like to have a word with you." He said as you rolled your eyes while sighing.

Your classmates started to whisper about you getting into trouble once more. You coudn't help but silently scoff at them. So much for minding their own business You thought as you sat down at your chair and waited for everyone to leave.

Yup, you are the baddass bitch in campus. You know nothing but trouble, your parents are filthy rich as to why you haven't got expelled yet.

You have everything anyone could have. You always cause trouble and you love that. Because you yourself is a trouble indeed.

Your grades were low but you coudn't care less about it right now.

You sighed for the second time as the teacher haven't spoken for the past six minutes.

"Are you just going to stay quiet or you're going to say something? Look Mr. Park I have some errands to do so-"

"You're grades are low."

He cutted you off, you scoffed, "Of course it is." You replied with a 'duh' tone.

He shook his head as he sat on his desk, "I ment that your grades are unacceptable, you wont be able to find a job if you keep on doing this."

"I'm the heiress of the Vinxent Interntainment, what's the point in learning histories when it wont be connected to paper works anyway?" You spatted.

He seemed shocked at your statement as he widened his eyes for a moment before returning back to normal.

He sighed.

Looks like everyone loves sighing today.

"Unfortunately I would have to call your parents and talk to them privately about your behavior here at school." He said as he was about to fish his phone.

Your eyes widened.

Shit you thought. You coudn't get into trouble after you had jusr vandalized a five star hotel room last week when you were utterly drunk.

"WAIT."

Your loud plead reached Mr. Park's ears as he smirked at you, "Would you do better in your studies then?" You groaned but stopped when he had raised a brow at you.

"I....would do better in my studies." You quietly mumbled.

"What was that?" He mocked, "I said I will do better in my studies!" He looked at you, amused by how you had repeated your words loudly.

He nodded, "You may go." He said as you quickly packed your things and got out of the classroom.

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