Namjoon

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I slammed the door to tune out my dad's nonstop ranting. "I'll choose a collage when .i'm ready, shut up!" I screamed.
"How dare you talk to me like that?!" He cried. I grabbed my bookbag and left the house.

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"Well, what are you gonna do? They're just that way." My friend, Ailee says, giving me a cup of tea. I growl. "I hate them. They're so annoying." I said. We sat in her collage dorm, watching a stupid chick flick.

Now, most teenagers complain about it, but my situation was out of hand. I couldn't have a conversation with them without it turning into a full out scream fest. It sucked. And they nagged about everything. Collage, homework, when I sleep, what I even wore.

Ailee sighed and gave me a sympathetic look. "I'm sorry. I can offer you that, and tea. But I have my own problems, collage isn,t easy." She said. "Now go, shoo. You're gonna be late to class." She said. I smiled softly at her kind, motherly words. Then I slung my bag over my shoulder and headed out.

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"Um, are you ok?" A voice asked me. I was snarling out curses at my family and wishing them gone. Apparently he'd heard. "Oh, uh... Yeah. Just. Family problems." I said. It was the boy who sat next to me during lecture hall.
"You're Nicole, right?" He asked. I nodded.
"Namjoon, if I'm not mistaken." He smirked and nodded. "So, uh, this might seem really bold, but we've sat next to each other for a few months now, so... Wanna hang out? Get to know each other?" He asked. I shrugged.

"If it gets me away from my family? Hell yes."

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