Bangtan Boys at School

Invites

Detention wasn't really as bad as I had thought. For the rest of the week, I stood awkwardly at the front of the lunch line while kids stared. I would quickly flash my lunch pass to the staff. They would nod and let me in ahead of the crowd as I scrambled to grab all the goodies. First the fries, then the BLT sandwich, then to the cooler for the chocolate milk, and finally stopping by the cashier and paying. Speed walking towards the FACS room, Jimin would hold the door open for me and my chair would already be pulled out. Gently placing my tray down, I run back the the cafeteria to get ketchup and a straw, because there is absolutely no way that I was gonna drink my milk without a straw. 

"Ya know, i'm actually good at cooking," Jimin said on Thursday. The topic was talents and hobbies today, and he just couldn't stop himself from bragging. "I can make any recipe you give me and it will taste yummy." 

I giggle and shake my head. "You can't cook to save your life. Yesterday in class, you almost flipped a pancake off the griddle!" 

He pouts and whispers "If the teachers didn't catch me then it didn't happen! Shhhhhhh! Besides, don't be too quick to judge. Maybe pancakes just aren't my thing. Come over sometime! I could show you my skills."

I agreed and he gave me his number and address. Secretly, I was surprised. Is it a thing among popular people to invite others to your house? "Text me and we can arrange the details." He smiled and waved me off as the bell rang for class. 

And yet, good things don't last. Friday was the last day of lunch detention, and I couldn't help but feel sad. "What are you sad for? It's great that you don't have detention! You can finally sit with us at lunch again." Liam would say. But I just wanted an excuse to spend time with people that weren't in my circles. Basically, I wanted a reason to hang out with the BTS crew. And it was ridiculous for me to think that, since I had already gotten an invite to Jimin's house. 

Jimin: How about Saturday at 4?

You: Hm... yeah sure. I'll be there!

Jimin: :) OOOOOoookkk!

You: ...

Jimin: wat

You: Nothing. You're weird tho. See you then!

Jimin: Psh waaaat im not weird. Cya!

Saturday! I could just tell that it was going to be great. As I jumped out of bed, which was quite unusual since I usually sleep till 10, I started to fret over my clothes. Oh no, why am I caring at all? But I needed to make myself presentable. 

How about this pink leather jacket that I never wear? Nope, too... bad girl-ish. I could just see Liam judging me with his 'what-are-you-even-doing' look. What about this sweater that mom bought? Uh oh, it's too big. Nice thinking mom, buying me clothes without me and shoving them into my closet. "Mooooom! The sweater you bought me is too big!" I shout from my room. "You'll grow into it, don't worry!" she called back. Yeah right. The doctor already said that I was pretty much done growing. And then, as if heaven heard my distress signal, I found a treasure in the back of my closet. A denim jacket. Now, one might say, "What's so great about a denim jacket?". And to those people I will reply, "You must not understand." Because a denim jacket is the toned down version of a leather jacket. Edgy, but not an attention magnet. And I certainly was not an attention magnet. 

I've often wondered, if I had the chance to be in the spotlight, would I take it? Like, if I could really shine, would I do it? The answer was mixed every time. No, because... no. There's a risk factor of embarrassing myself. But yes! People would actually know my name instead of awkwardly saying "So... you're... Chloe? Right? Oh i'm sorry. You're name is Alice. What? Allison? I said that." But they didn't say Allison. And every encounter, I get mistaken for Chloe and then remembered as Alice for a few moments before getting buried by other more worthwhile memories. 

"Allison, we're here." My dad looked at me from the driver's seat. "Did you bring your phone? When should I pick you up?"

"I'll call you. Bye!" I quickly exited the car and ran up the building. To my surprise, it was a tall, glass apartment with balconies on every floor. I entered and suddenly stopped at the lobby. Jimin hadn't given me a floor or a room number.