The Girl on the Sidelines || TAENNIE

[ 𝘅𝘅𝗶𝗶𝗶 ] 𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲

┗━𝗝𝗲𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗲'𝘀 𝗣𝗢𝗩 | it's her again.
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𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲.

I woke up and boom, I'm back in school. I didn't bother to brush my disheveled hair since it'll flatten down later.

If it will.

Fashionable with my baggy hoodie and knitted backpack, I'm a fashion icon.

Yesterday, after waiting for our clay to bake, Taehyung and I waited and I kept teasing him until its finished.

Our creations ended up pretty nice especially mine. My face looked beautiful! And Taehyung's tea set is...okay, just kidding. It looks great too!

We didn't hang out after that since he practically escaped after grabbing his pot, while I received a phone call from Rosie.

She wanted to hang out, watch a movie at her house and that's how my yesterday went.

I pushed the school doors open with a bright smile on my lips while skipping towards my lockers. With my sparkly stickers set on my hand, I was prepared for another make-over.

"Hey, you! Stop skipping like a ball of moss," a high shriek stopped me from my supposedly another make-up session on my poor locker.

Just wait for mommy, my beautiful locker!

"Hey, are you even listening you brat?" the shriek grew louder, I turned around and saw the same cheerleader that tried pushing me down during the audition.

Her skin looks more burned than usual.

"Nice tan, Song-ah!" a guy shouted, hiding his laugh afterward as he passed by. The girl, Song-ah giggled, twirling her hair as if she didn't call me a ball of moss earlier.

Better than being lied exactly on the face at least.

I quietly took a step back, wanting no drama since these kinds of people live for drama, but I ain't like that.

I want peace.

And I don't want burned plastic.

"And where do you think you're going? I'm not done with you," ah, she caught me.

I turned around, facing her 'tan' complexion with a smile on my lips. "You're not done with me, but I'm done with you. So, bye burned tan~" I gave her a flying kiss and turned my heel away from her direction.

I may be labeled as a freak, but I was never labeled as a push-over. Boo-hoo sucks to be her.

I whistled, acting as nothing happened, but the burned tan didn't think so. Her heels clicked and pulled my hair with her hand.

Ew, I might get infected with a burned tan too.

"Hey!" she shouted, still tugging on my hair. My hands-on top of hers, trying to pry her hands off my beautiful hair.

"Stop clinging on my boys, you creep. Stop being a pervert! They are mine! " she screeched and I stopped in my tracks.

Me clinging on her boys? Heck, she doesn't own them.

The way she delivered her words ticked something inside me. It made me angry.

I chuckled, making her step back in shock at my weird reaction. I gaze at her dead in the eye, pushing my hair back.

"Hey, what did you say again?" I asked her, taking slow steps front.

"W-Why would I repeat my words for you?!" she stuttered but held her posture.

I scoffed, pushing her shoulder with every word I said. "You can't bully for the sake of pulling yourself up and, you don't own them, as they don't own you. Stupid btch." she fell on the floor, her eyes trembling as I smiled above her small frame.

"It's such a shame that the reputation of the school's cheerleading team would be destroyed by the likes of you. Don't think highly of yourself when you act so low," I scowled, leaning down to her eye level, looking straight on.

I stood back up, my gaze still on her before walking away from the scene.

I dislike people who think highly of themselves, thinking that they own people. People who think that bullying is good, to hell with that attitude.

Can't stop the irritation inside me by the way she treats others. I would have let it pass if she talked sht about me, but also dragged Bangtan along, making it sound that they are...things.

Things like they are belongings that they entitled themselves that Bangtan 'belong' to them.

They are their own people, not objects. I hate it when they objectify people.

I wouldn't do that to her if she kept it by herself and did not involve other people. I hope she changes her attitude.

My lips let out a sigh, I held tight on my strap and looked up and locked gazes with the cheerleading team's leader, Lalisa Manoban.

I ignored her presence afterward then passed by her. Shaking my head, I went back on my usual self and skipped towards my lockers as nothing happened.

Upon arrival, my locker was trashed. I scratched my head, tilting my head on the side while observing the locker.

"Why did they waste money on a cheap tanner? Don't they have enough time to spare to look for a better one?" I looked at the receipt with disgust.

It was full of used papers, and receipts that were just taped there. No spoiled food, so I'm safe.

The ones putting these suck at choosing products. I don't recommend the ones they bought. It was the product that my Aunt Kyu used before, and it didn't go well.

"If I were them, I'll recommend the Sunstar brand. This one makes your skin look burnt instead. Goodness. Luckily, aunt Kyu looks good in any shade. I'm not so sure if it will be the same for this person, " I tapped my chin, nodding at my comment.

I shrugged, not minding how they 'trashed' my locker with their shitty buys. My stickers are better, sorry for not using your efforts.

I started pulling them off, but another hand intervened. I turned my head to see Lalisa pulling the papers harshly on the black bag she brought.

Standing still on my spot, I couldn't move at the intensity of her gaze. I'm scared, I didn't do anything bad to her.

Maybe that cheerleader pretended to be a victim! The audacity!

"That fcking btch, she went too far," Lalisa muttered angrily under her breath, her jaw clenched.

"Uh, this is my locker. Your locker is not trashed, mine is. Why are you cleaning mine?" I stopped her, holding on to her hand.

She turned her head towards me and suddenly bowed, making me jump in surprise. "As the leader of the cheerleaders, I would like to apologize for not being able to lecture the cheerleaders well but, I will not apologize on her behalf since it's her own fault, not the cheering squad."

My heartfelt lighter when she didn't apologize for that burned tan. I don't like that others apologize for those who do the deed, it wasn't even their fault.

"It's fine, I don't need her apology even. No need to bow," I assured the cheerleading captain, she raised her head and smiled.

"You know, you were cool earlier, I shouldn't have judged someone's appearance, huh?" she chuckled, bowing again before leaving me with a cleaned locker.

I didn't even notice it earlier. She's fast.

Lalisa's cool, I like her.

Smiling, I went back on decorating my locker with a happy tune.

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