that prankster; jhope

Prologue

(Reader's POV)

Ah, high school. A place where every teenager get their own drama and a hell load of shit.

And I mean shit, I mean friends, love interests, boyfriends, girlfriends, break ups, homework, lots of homework, stress, hormones, emotional crisis, and you know the rest.

How exciting.

Seems like I'm not really up for this shit.

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'Oh god.' I thought as I look horridly at the school displayed in front of me when I got off the school bus.

Ah, my first day of school. High school infact.

The start of hell and probably the worst day of your life.

As students walk by, I can hear their laughing and chit chatter from afar. Half of the people were excited that school was starting, the other half.. not so much.

I held my books tightly to my chest, nervously fidgeting with my sweater. I took in a deep breath, and reassured myself. What's the worse that could happen?

Maybe in this year of high school, maybe I'll find a crush or the one? That's much better.

I opened the doors to the hallways and braced myself for my expectations, buuuuuttttt.....

It wasn't what I expect.

Paper planes flying around, loud screaming and chatter, paper balls thrown at people, fighting, prefects yelling at the students to behave, couples making out against lockers.

egh.

But I kept my head high, determined to survive the whole year. I tried to remember the rules and tips for surviving high school by my noisy teenager cousins gave me.

Step one; in the first day of school, do not, I repeat; DO NOT embarrassing yourself, or you'll give yourself an image. Protect your dignity and be yourself.

As I remembered the rules playing in my head, I didn't seem to see someone's foot set infront of mine making me trip over it and hitting my head against the tiled floor. I let out a loud "oof" as my books fly away from my arms.

'Fuck.'

Whop dee doo, there goes step one.

I heard laughter around me, as footsteps were walking past me. I felt my face heat up in embarrassment, my whole body wanted to bury itself in the tiled ground. With the support of my arms, I weakly got up on my knees with my head down. Trying my best to ignore the obvious stares, whispers and laughter in the air.

I picked up my books pitifully, as blood flooded my cheeks to the tip of my ears.

Suddenly, a hand was offered right in front of my face, I looked up to find a guy. A quite a handsome one too.

"Hey, are you okay?"

My face burned up not in embarrassment but nervousness.

Oh nervous, my arch enemy.

Nervous is weakness, especially talking to new people. I tried my best to not stutter my words.

"O-Oh, y-yes. I- um, oh, thank you." I half-smiled, I took his hand and got up back on my quivering legs.

I took a second look at this guy, and he looks quite decent than most guys here. He had black hair under a red beanie, a nice cute smile with large eyes. He was wearing a white t-shirt, blue jeans and a pair of Timberlands.