My Guardian Angel

Chapter 3

"Isabella Lee?"

As if on cue, Isabella burst through the creaky wooden door of her English classroom. Everyone turned their heads theatrically to stare. Everyone was dressed in the appropriate school uniform, brown skirt and jacket for girls and a white shirt, black tie, black pants combo for guys. Isabella kept her eyes on the floor. Her name getting called out did not function in her brain. All she cared about in the moment was being as sneaky as possible so she could get to her desk without much commotion. At least that's what she hoped for.

"Ah, there you are, Miss Isabella," Her English teacher, Yoongi Min, turned to her from his wooden teacher's podium. Busted. "Just in time for your roll call. For a moment, I thought I was going to have to break your perfect attendance streak."He talked in a serious, yet entertained tone, but mostly entertained.

Mr. Min stood clutching a clipboard in his plain but sleek teacher's attire. He had a black button down, which, against his porcelain skin, made him even paler. Slim, dark glasses framing his jet black eyes. Some say his eyes looked so dark he looked soulless, but to Isabella, he looked like a painting of a young vampire.

"Yes sir, I'm here. Sorry I'm late!"

"No worries. Better late than never." Said with a smile on his face, but somehow he sounded sarcastic. It bothered Isabella.

The class had eyes and it followed her until she sat down. Why is this happening to me? She thought to herself. She should never be late ever again. She'd rather die than go through the discomfort of crossing a classroom of silent, seated students.

Mr. Min continued to go down his list of students, until he reached a certain name.

"Paige Violette."

Those same dainty hands that had ruined Isabella's purple cupcake raised from the other side of the classroom. No one would ever hear a sweeter "here!" than from Paige Violette. Isabella stiffened from the sound.

All bright and cheery in front of everyone. A pretty girl with a pretty name. A piece of sunshine.

A bitter knot twisted in Isabella's stomach. Somehow, Isabella was lucky enough to experience what Paige was truly like behind her perfect blonde bangs.

Instantly, multiple guys glanced at her direction. Everyone could guess that Paige had quite a huge male following wherever she went. She was the ideal female for all guys, mostly from her bright and suggestive attire and on top of that, she was overtly flirtatious. Paige was also not only Korean, but Caucasian as well, giving her an exotic air. But despite her following, and to every guy's resentment, Paige only had eyes for the most popular guy at school: Jungkook Jeon.

Paige fixed her eyes at Jungkook, who was seated a couple of desks away and near the front of the classroom. She noticed that he had not looked up when her name was called, and instead was hunched in his seat. Paige frowned, realizing that Jungkook was on his phone, and her stomach twisted into a knot.

Who is he texting this time? The thought of Jungkook texting another girl made her feel like throwing a fit.

Sitting front and center of the classroom was Jungkook. Aside from his broad shoulders jutting out from his school uniform, anyone sitting behind him could see that he was tapping away on his phone from under his desk. Beside him was his best friend, Taehyung Kim. They were always sitting together. Chestnut hair slightly lighter than Jungkook's dark brown, Taehyung lightly tapped Jungkook's arm with his elbow.

"Jungkook-ah. Jungkook-ah." Taehyung whispered in his Korean accent.

"Huh?" Jungkook lifted his head from his phone, but hardly. His eyes stayed glued on the screen below him.