One Of The Girls | KTH•KJN

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Sun rays softly warmed Jennie's cheeks as her mom moved away the blinds of her windows. Sunlight hit the room, waking Jennie up from her slumber.

"Is it time already?" Jennie raised herself off the bed and pushed off the blankets lazily.

"You've overslept, Jennie. It's already 7:23, and I suppose your classes start at 8?" Her mom questioned with almost no hint of hurry.

"What?! No, no, no, no-" Jennie looked around for her phone. Her hands finally found it under the pillows.

"6:12 am" The screen displayed. She wasn't that late afterall.
"Mom! I've told you not to do that!" Jennie pitched so that her mom, who was now going downstairs, could hear her.

"You wouldn't wake up then!" Her mom screamed back.

"Damn it. Guess I'll wake up then," she sighed and stepped out of her comfy bed.

~

Life was average to Jennie. The nerd with little to almost no drama in her life. All the drama she ever witnessed were from her friends and classmates.  Oh how she cared so much about her classes and grades- we wish she cared about her social life that greatly.

The typical introverted, smarty and 'less talk more work' traits were plastered on her face. Anyone could tell that she had zero experience with fights, bullying or worse, romance.

Jennie walked through the corridors with her friends, or could I say, behind them?
She was immersed in the book that rested on her palms.

"Fuck-" she breathed out when she bumped into her friend. "What the-" she swallowed her words when her sight fell on the infamous volleyball team of their highschool.

The sweaty guys strolled, talking to each other. They knew they were the talk of the school and they kept up that status for a reason.

"The Tyche Sons" "The fuck?" "That's their team's name"

Jennie sighed and leaned on to the wall, waiting for the crowd collect their asses and move out of the corridor. "Whatever the fuck that meant," Jennie spat in disgust.

Girls and guys rushed into the halls to fill their hearts with the mere existence of the players. The mob roared to cheer them.

"Jamie! Please sign my underwear!" One of them screamed out among the crowd. "I want your tattoo on my thigh Vincent! Please give me an autograph on my thigh!" Another screeched. The chaos got louder at that remark and the crowd moved forward.

Jennie looked up with a bitter face, purely astonished over the weird request. Her eyes fell on one of the guys who held a ball at his waist. He stayed quiet unlike the others. He looked down as he walked. She noticed that no guys or girls really talked to him.

That was until a blonde girl approached him and pressed a sticky note onto his chest. His brunet locks moved aside, showing his perfect features, as he glanced up at the blonde girl. She winked at him and passed by as if nothing happened.

"Hey Naya, who's that guy over there?" Jennie tapped on her friend's shoulder. "Wow, you're asking about a guy? Cool, which one?" Naya turned towards the players.

"Number 7-" "Oh that's Taehyung. I don't think he's a good idea," Naya said nonchalantly.

"Ew, I'm not looking forward to any such shit for your information," Jennie rolled her eyes. "But what about that girl? Is she his girlfriend or something? I saw her give him a note-"

"Taehyung and girlfriend?" Naya scoffed."A manwhore like him doesn't deserve a girlfriend. No one would date such a disgrace,"

Jennie was not expecting any of the words that came out of Naya's mouth."What do you mean by manwhore?"