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"you're pressed, a little bit obsessed"

"all you did was feed my ego"

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CHAPTER 2: YOU OWE ME
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Y/N WALKED INTO Hyosan High school with a smile on her face. Walking casually next to her brother, both with twins walked with their hands in their pockets. A few students that noticed you two looked on with wide eyes.

You both wore your own versions of the school uniform as most students did. Y/N had paired the right black long-sleeved sports shirt and team jersey with your school skirt. You wore frilly lace white socks with white Nikes (Air Force 1s of course). Your brother wore a black long sleeve under his white school shirt left unbuttoned and black pants to accompany it.

He turns his head to look at you with a slight nod. You nodded back, giving him a brief hug before the two of you split off. You walked towards your classroom upstairs and your brother walked toward the benches where his group of friends lounged, idly chatting.

You walk into class to see Na-yeon chatting at one of the girls in your class. Rolling your eyes, you walk past her as she continues bitching about social stays and class. Setting your stuff down and giving Hee-su, your desk mate as well as Namra, your long time friend, hugs. You send them both a bright smile before sitting down. Pulling out the book you needed as you hummed.

Na-yeon walks up to your desk, standing beside it with her arms crossed as she glares at you.

"Well if it isn't the champion. Come to grace us with you presence? I wish you'd just not show your face at all."

You continue humming, placing things on your desk. You open your workbook to look over last night's work. Hee-su discreetly looks at what's happening. She doesn't step in knowing that you'd rather handle it yourself.

"Are you mute now? No one wants the stupid little taekwondo champ because she's fucking ugly."

Y/N purses her lips. She leans on her elbows, in lining her head to look at Na-yeon from toe to head. Na-yeon lifts her chin at the fact that you have to look up at her.

"Honey, just because my brother didn't want your annoying ass, doesn't mean you can pick on me. We get it, you have nothing else to do with your life. You're a little bit obsessed, don't you think? "

You turn back to your work after speaking. She buffs and stomps as you continue to ignore her. Pulling out your [f/c] headphones and playing your music. Blocking out the rest of the class as you read the phrases and practice the pronunciations under your breath. Hee-su holds back a laugh at the whole encounter. Of course Y/N gets the last word.

Na-yeon made no attempts to continue speaking to you, knowing if she picked a fight. It would be a losing battle. Not that she would admit that, of course. Turning on her heel, she sees those that were present in the class staring at her with amusement clear on their faces. Her face turns pink as she looks at the ground and walks to her desk. Her friends laughing at her embarrassment.