Special kind of BAD || haesoo ✓

3.

After leaving the principal's office, Jisoo stopped at the door and took a few deep breaths. She wanted to cry hard and scream loudly from anger and injustice. Literally five days later she had a casting and the principal forbade her to skip classes for the sake of her vital rehearsals arguing this decision by the fact that now a sudden committee often visits the school, and the best student must attend all lessons. She saw in the principal 's eyes distrust of her results, more than once even hinting to her face that it was impossible to be beautiful and smart at the same time. The girl's hands were shaking, her legs refused to move on, to leave the reception area in the direction of her favorite place in this ill-fated school and sob to her heart's content in the corner of the dance hall.

"Hey, are you okay?"

Haein's voice often brought Jisoo out of her contrite state preventing her from drowning even more in destroying thoughts. And raising her head to the guy she shook her head. She didn't feel like crying right now, and it wasn't even that the principal's secretary was in the waiting room talking to the teacher, and there were a few other students besides Haein. 

She did not want to once again show the guy her weakness, he had already seen enough. She was afraid of losing him as a friend who, after her first tearful tantrum, continued to support her without stopping attending her rehearsals. Although his visits became much less frequent, which he did not argue in any way, but she did not dare to ask him. But he brought melt water with pieces of aloe to her every time he visited the hall.

"Something happened?" she asked in a whisper noticing that the teacher was loudly complaining to the secretary and pointing at Haein and at the students sitting on the benches.

She looked closely at the guy's face and saw that his lip was bloody and his pale skin was covered with a few barely noticeable red bruises on his cheek. Quickly turning her gaze to the other students who were from the parallel class, she noticed that they weren't in the freshest condition either.

"They fought over trash cans! I had to call the janitor to unhook them from each other!"

Jisoo listened to the voice of the teacher gradually delving into the reason for finding a friend in the principal's waiting room.

"Just having a small talk," Haein chuckled shrugging.

Now he did not see that indifference in the girl's eyes. Jisoo looked wary and excited, and most importantly, she was looking at him.

"I'll be free soon and we'll talk, okay?" he asked hurriedly when the teacher told the students to go into the principal's office.

"You will not be freed quickly, Mr. Jung, do not even hope!" she barked hearing his self-confident words and grabbing him by the collar pulled him into the office.

Even though the girl had bigger problems, she couldn't stop thinking about what happened between Haein and those guys. She recognized some of them. One of them was Kim Mingyu from the parallel class, with whom she often saw Haein. It seemed to her that they were close, but the way the guy looked at Haein, she would not at all call a friendly look, which made her anxious and curious. Because of these thoughts Jisoo could not really concentrate, so putting on her ballet warm-up boots, she sat in the middle of the hall and began to stare at the phone.

It was necessary to call the mother and ask her to speak with the director again to convince him to give her at least a few weeks. Until she has passed all the rounds of the casting. After all she is the best student in the school. Jisoo has to endure the envious looks of classmates and their distrust in her mental abilities, although she proves to them every day in class that she has every right to this place. On one of these occasions the headman even decided to test her knowledge of the topic, which they will only pass in a month, and which, she is sure, he went through with his expensive tutor. But even then she was able to seat him on the spot showing that their unspoken and absentee accusations do not make sense.