The Bad Girl || JJK | Complete

CH-20

YN POV

"And remember, those essays on Gettysburg are due Friday, no exceptions!"

I shiver, looking away and avoiding Professor Lee's eyes, as I have been all class. I hate him, and I want the world to know what he did to Amy and what he's threatened to do to me. But I also just want this class to be over with, so I can get going and go to school in Boston.

And I wasn't kidding — I really do want Jungkook to come with me. I know it's silly and such a cliched thing to think for a first love, but I also don't care. I might be young, but I know what I want, and what I want is him. I don't know how we'd make it work, but when I get out of this town and away from Thornbull, I want him there with me.

And if getting there means I have to suffer through Lee's class for the rest of the year and pretend I don't see the way he looks at me, then fine.

 I'll do it, if it means getting Jungkook.

The class starts to get up, everyone grabbing their things, when a voice stops me cold.

"Ms. Kang."

 It's Lee, hissing out my name from behind me.

"Stay a minute. We need to go over your grades."

 I shiver, and part of me wants to just grab my bag and run. But then there's that voice again, reminding me of what the prize is here. So I take a deep breath and stop myself, and instead, I turn and face Lee.

"Yes?"

He sneers at me. "How about with a little respect, Yn."

My lips purse shut, and he narrows his eyes at me.

"I will have your respect, you little bitch," he hisses, standing from his desk and stepping around it. He marches past me, and I watch with an icy horror sliding over me as he locks the door, draws the shade over the window, and shuts off the lights.

"Now," he says maliciousuly, and every nerve in my body screams to run.

"I believe we discussed the various ways you'd be passing my class?"

He grins, and a nauseous feeling sinks into me.

"We'll start with you pulling up that skirt and showing me what I want to see."

I stare at him, my mouth open.

"Now, Ms. Kang."

I shake my head. "Not a chance."

Lee glares at me, his eyes narrowing as he steps closer. He reaches for me, but I step back. Anger clouds his face, and his teeth flash as he lunges for me.

I scream and turn, but he's much faster than I think he is, and much stronger than he looks. I cry out as he grabs my wrist, spinning me and slamming me against the chalkboard.

 "I've waited long enough to get a taste of the class tease, you little bitch."

"You're delusional," I spit, muscles straining as I try and break free of his grasp.

"Don't lie to me," he chuckles. "I heard all about you taking Taehyung and Jimin off behind the gym the other day." He makes a tsking sound as he shakes his head, grinning at me. "What a dirty little whore you are."

His words are like a poisoned knife, slashing into me and ruining all the perfect thoughts I've had in my head of Jungkook all day. The tears come hot and heavy, the sob wrenching from my chest as Hershman slams me against the wall.

"I swear, I'll tell everyone what you did to Aera—"

The slap comes faster than I even know how to react to it. I gasp in shock, the sting from his hand searing across my cheek and making my eyes water.

"Go ahead," he hisses. "Like I said, no one is going to believe a little troublemaker like you, especially when I tell them you're making the whole thing up for attention. I'm a tenured professor. I have respect around this town. And you? You're just a little slut."

His eyes narrow at me, his teeth flashing.

"So be a good little slut—" His hand goes to his zipper, and I feel my blood freeze, before suddenly, I think of Jungkook.

Strong. Confident. Bold.

I realize right there that I really do love him, with everything I have. And I also realize that the man I love would never stop fighting, not ever.

And so I don't. I won't stop fighting, not against a sadistic asshole like Hershman, and I refuse to let this happen.

And so I react.

My knee jerks up with every bit of strength I have, connecting right into the softness between his legs. Lee screams, dropping his grip on me and doubling over as he falls to the ground. I scream at him, hauling back and then kicking out, letting the toe of my flat sink right into his crotch again, twice, before I whirl.

I make it halfway to the door before he grabs me. The scream rips from my lips as he yanks me around, and when the slap comes again, the tears spring to my eyes.

"Oh, you are going to pay for that, you little bitch!"

My blood curdles as he slams me over a desk, bent over. I can feel him leaning over me, his sour, hot breath on my ear as his words slide into me.

"Now, Yn, I'm gong to take—"

The door to the classroom splinters and comes crashing into the room right off it's hinges. The both of us whirl, and my heart suddenly soars as Jungkook comes roaring inside. Lee screams and turns, but Jungkook hurdles a desk and comes barreling right into him, slamming him to the ground.

"You son of a bitch!" Jungkook roars, yanking Lee up by his tie and slamming a fist into his mouth. The man screams, but Jungkook doesn't let up — punching him again and again until he slams him back to the floor and stands. His whole body is tensed up, muscles bunched in his shoulders and straining at the rolled up sleeves of his shirt as he jabs a finger menacingly down at a whimpering Professor Hershman.

"You ever touch her or anyone else again, and I will bury you in the fucking ground, is that understood?" he roars, his face a mask of rage as he stands over the professor.

But suddenly, Lee just laughs. Jungkook's face tightens, and he's about to drop down to pummel Lee all over again, when the older professor shakes his head, snickering as blood trickles from his mouth.

"Save it, dickbag," he hisses. "I know all about you, Headmaster." He leers at Jungkook. "Drive all your students to school do you?"

My blood runs cold.

"Do you drive them all home, too? To your own house?"

He snickers, spitting blood out of this mouth.

"Yeah, I followed you, and I saw her." He jabs a thumb at me. "Going into your house. And I'm willing to be you kept her there all night."

He glares at me.

"Didn't he, you little slu—"

He grunts as Jungkook jams his foot into his ribs.

"Keep it up, asshole!" he spits. "You can beat me up all you want, but you're fucking through here, Jeon. I'm tenured. But you?" He chuckles. "I'll have you blacklisted from every private school in the goddamn country, but not before I tell everybody about your little shenanigans here with your student!"

There's a cough, and suddenly, we all look up, and I freeze.

Half the school is crowded around the shattered doorway, jaws dropped, eyes wide, and every single one of them holding a cellphone in their hands, recording. Other professors, vice-Headmaster Dalton, students, and most of the administrative staff.

The whole room is silent, and I swear I'm about to melt through the floor when suddenly, he's right there, holding me up, taking my hand in his, and pulling me away from Lee. And suddenly, before I even know it, he's spinning me around, pulling me right against him, and there, right in front of everyone, Jungkook kisses me.

He kisses me deeply, and I feel every part of him pouring into that kiss until the rest of the room just melts away and I swear it's just us, floating through space. Slowly, he pulls away, his eyes locked on mine and a smile on his face.

"You know what, angel," he murmurs. "You were right. Fuck this town, and fuck this place." He grins. "All I want in this world I've got right here in my arms, and the rest is just background noise."

He kisses me again, dipping me low as my heart soars.

"You're it, Yn," he says softly. "My perfect storm."

I throw my arms around him and kiss him fiercely, and when I hear a snickering from the crowd, I don't stop kissing him, I just raise one hand and flip them all off.

He's right: screw the rest of these people. Because all we need we've got right here with each other, and the rest?

Well, the rest is all background noise.

- To be continued