Mr Arrogant || kth. » book 1

Chapter 1

"This is all your fault, blockhead," I hissed at him angrily with gritted teeth.

Both my arms were raised up high, not exactly because I've lost my mind, although that probably could be the case if I had totally run out of patience. The Math teacher made both the fool and I stand right outside of the classroom as a punishment for picking a fight during her class.

"Shut up. It wasn't my fault anyway, you punched me in the eye first," he defended himself.

I let out a deep sigh, "How many times have I told you, it was accidental!"

"How do you accidentally punch someone in the eye?!"

My arms were giving up on me. I probably already had them raised up for fifteen minutes or so. Two teachers had already walked past us, throwing glares in our direction as they walked down the corridor but my arms were hurting way too much for me to even bother getting embarrassed. But no matter how much my arms were hurting, I dare not put them down because the Math teacher was not one to be messed with, no one dared to go against her, probably except Taehyung.

She said that if she catches our arms down she'd send us to clean the restrooms, which I hated so much because the school restrooms were really filthy, I barely got the guts to scrub off a dirt.

Minutes past and the muscles in my arms were getting really tensed. They began to get lower, and lower until I finally dropped them both on my sides, letting out a loud groan.

But a second later, I felt a hand encircle my wrist, raising my arm up.

"I don't wish to get punished any further because of you, so you better have your arms raised," Taehyung spoke stiffly, keeping his eyes focused straight in front.

I frowned, clicking out of annoyance at the fact that it was already the third time this week that I was made to stand outside of the class with him.

Lee Hyejin's my name, and it was my second year in this hell hole or as you may call it, high school. Things were definitely going well in my first year. I was undoubtedly one of the smartest kids in school, one who was always scoring good grades on examinations. Not much of a social butterfly, but still had friends to speak to on a daily basis. And once, I was the class president because the teachers felt like I was a huge role model for my peers although I myself, had my laziest days.

I thought my life was planned well— I'll get good grades, graduate, then get myself a well-paying job and live in a great state of comfort and luxury for the rest of my life.

Little did I know my second year would be horrendous. After being shifted to a new class the following year, the environment changed, and the people around me changed. And I met him. Taehyung. Kim Taehyung.

I never bothered about the pranksters that existed in school. Unfortunately for me, I just had to meet this particular school hooligan, by chance. I had no idea how we started despising each other, we just did. We were complete opposites. At the start, he played light pranks, which I chose to ignore and merely took it as a friendly gesture. But as time goes by, he seemed to take it as a challenge to make me blow my top. He probably wondered why I was the only one who barely had any reactions to his practical jokes when I honestly didn't bother about anyone existing in school.

Taehyung did manage to have me lose my patience at some point in time. The teachers wouldn't really bother whenever I complained, so I had it my way. I stupidly began to return his pranks, spent way too much time on planning out my next sabotage more than studying. To me, it was a huge satisfaction to watch him fall out of his chair and have the entire class laugh at him, or to notice him struggling with the pages of his textbook that were glued together.

We fought, and we fought. Our squabbles made up most of our daily conversations. It was almost as if the fights we had had unknowingly formed a friendship. Though, we still couldn't resist a day to throw crumpled papers at each other's heads whenever we had the chance to.

But then, there was a gradual drop in my grades. I no longer cared, not very sure if it was because of Taehyung or because I was going through a phase where I was really exhausted of anything and everything. I still tried to pull myself together, but most times I was busy getting into trouble.

As much as my parents were disappointed, they were too caught up with their works to be too concerned with my well-being. I'd rather not complain because I had some freedom to myself, but other times I felt very neglected as the only child. But it didn't really matter because I could always rely on my grandmother for comfort every now and then, though she lives far from home.

Adding on to the long list of Taehyung's pranks, being at home didn't stop him from being a nuisance. He'd often send endless messages, spamming my inbox with meaningless texts and I always had to turn my phone off to study at night.

It's been only a few months, but it was already getting really difficult to withstand his caprices.

The bell to the fifth period of the day finally rang. The classroom doorknob clicked and we immediately straightened our arms high up. Mrs Jung stomped from behind and stopped right before us, lowering her glasses down her nose bridge as she stared at the both of us.

"This is my final warning for the both of you," she spoke sternly, brows knitted as she frowned.

After she made a turn and left, I immediately put my arms down in relief and rolled my shoulders to ease the tensed muscles. Thank goodness, I didn't have to wash the restrooms this time.

"You heard her, it's her final warning," I muttered, not very sure if Taehyung heard me but I only repeated because I wanted to make sure that he wouldn't get me into trouble the next time. He merely scoffed, quirking an eyebrow.

Ignoring his cockiness, I turned on the ball of my feet to enter the classroom. Just then, Taehyung shoved me to the side with his elbow, pushing his way through before me.

I was definitely wrong for thinking he wouldn't cause me trouble for once.