𝕭𝖎𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖙 2.0

00 | Prologue

"The names we use for things bear no inherent relation to the things themselves"

If my mother asked me what I thought of Jeon Jungkook, I would tell her that he was a nice guy and that I got along well, but if anyone else asked, I had no problem telling them that he was a narcissistic asshole and that I hated him. The only reason I never said anything of the sort to her is because she was best friends with his mother. They'd been best friends since they were 9 years old, and there was no way I was going to spoil that with my hatred of the guy.

So now, here I sat, watching his stupidly handsome face. We were sitting side by side waiting for the principal to inform us who has the top marks for our first semester in junior year. He looked like he already knew he won, with his smug smile plastered on his stupid face.

I especially hated him for the fact that he'd grown into his gangly limbs, buck teeth and huge doe eyes. Now he was good-looking and well-liked and, frankly, he didn't deserve it. Jeon Jungkook was the perfect boy to everybody. High academics, good looks (he's mid), manners, gentleman, rich and blah blah blah. But little did they know that he was really an annoying brat. He was competitive and spoiled ever since... forever!

What had Jungkook done to make me hate him? Aside from existing, of course? If his general attitude wasn't repugnant enough, then his years of hair pulling, and just generic teasing for no damn reason was more than enough to convince me that I could never actually be friends with him again.

That dung beetle didn't like me, he just liked watching me get mad. He'd said so, on more than one occasion. "It's just so funny when you turn red." He'd nudged, "I think I can see steam coming out of your ears."

We used to be childhood friends, but once we entered middle school our desires to win took over. Being the top student was just a small part of our rivalry. I was part of many clubs and so was he. We couldn't help but hate each other, and honestly, I didn't mind it. Our rivalry would change according to the results. If I wasn't the top student this year I wouldn't see the end of it from him.

I looked over to Jungkook and our eyes met. I gave him a death stare hoping it would make him look away. He intensified his own stare and stuck out his tongue at me. I gasped dramatically and gave him the middle finger.

"Ms. Ali, please be respectful to Mr. Jeon," The principal walked in interrupting our little fight.

"My apologies sir," I said embarrassed. Jungkook looked back at me with his smug smile. He did it every time he won anything against me.

"You too, Mr. Jeon," The Principal eyed him with disappointment. Jungkook put his head down and replied quietly "Yes sir."

Principal Jenkins was used to our little rivalry. Of course, he wasn't very keen on it. He always made it clear that he thought if we were friends we would both be a better version of ourselves. However, that couldn't just happen.

"You both have been bothering me for the past week about your scores," his eyebrow furrowed, "So I've decided to tell you both at the same time."

I started to bounce my leg up and down, nervous about the results. Jungkook looked ready to take his victory. I pointedly avoided his gaze as he looked back and forth between the principal and I. He just couldn't wait to brag like he always did. I picture beating the living shit out of him and that calmed my nerves.

"Do you want the bad news or the good news first?" he said, interrupting my gruesome thoughts.

"Good news!"

"Good news!"

We said at the same exact time that I could sense the distinction between our two voices. I swear I heard his deep voice crack and I looked beside me to stare at him, snickering. I saw Adam's apple bob up and down as he swallowed in nervousness.