What the! I'm with GOT7? (Imagines) <Requests Open>

30. GOT7 Special

Starring:
Any GOT7 member
OC (You)

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Perfect.

Just perfect.

One whole month of detention just got me realizing that punching a guy who tormented my high school life is the biggest crime I've ever made. Now that's bullpoo. If only he didn't drop all those flyers of me with just my towel on, then he would've not deserved my fist on his face. But he did, so I hit him.

First of all, I would like to tell you the story of how this guy became my worst enemy in my whole high school nightmare. It all started when I was a freshman. I was cool that time, and I mean like legit cool because I was cold as ice. I was only friends or technically just acquainted with a few because I didn't really like socializing back then. Nobody bullied me of course, and most of them just ignored me. I could say I was just at the background while the others shone at the front.

But that all changed when he came.

It was a sunny day and the birds were- I'm being too dramatic, am I? Okay, fast forward. I was walking towards a table in the cafeteria when a long freaking foot blocked my way. I fell to the ground and the foods from my tray went all over the place and also on my favorite shirt that day. What's worse is that it went to him too. Bad luck. I got up and and tried to wipe the dirt off his clothes and apologized when he just swayed my hand. What did he think he was? A prince? He even snapped his fingers and some guys pushed me away from him. Like what the fudge, dude? Can't he be more sensitive? It wasn't my fault I tripped. Curse that foot anyway.

Ever since that happened, he made me his target and for almost four years of high school, he made a laughing stock out of me. I was always then the person who got pushed around in the hallways, got spit by spitballs, and my locker was full hate letters. The person who was ignored before is now being given lots of attention by being bullied. I didn't expect myself suffering just because of an accident I didn't intend to do. But now, because of him, my life is a living hell.

But it made me stronger, I wouldn't just let them win over me.

Do you wanna know what I got for detention? Community service. I have to assist in the kitchen, sweep and mop the entire campus, and even clean the restrooms, yuck. It was fine with me until that bald guidance counselor told me to help Mr. Prince in schoolworks and even pair up with him in partnered projects! Is he trying to make world war three? Such a butthead! I'd rather clean out everybody's dirty-ass poop than teach what's one plus one to that guy.

So here I am, putting everybody's lunch in their trays. Everyone's staring at me like a criminal. What did I even do wrong? It's not like I killed the president or even stole the world's most precious diamond. It's all because of that guy. That knucklehead.

One girl stops in front of me and whispers something to the girl beside her. They're at it again. "Ugh, she's so ugly." Ugly? It's that the best you can say to me? "What did you say? I'm ugly? Stop staring at me 'cause I ain't no mirror." Burn! Those two walk away with their heads down low. I should get an Oscar award for having the best comebacks. Well I could say I've become more sarcastic.

"What's so funny? Get back to work!" The lunchlady scolds as she continues to do whatever job she does. I should not be suffering like this. If I see him again, I'll make sure that his face wouldn't be recognized anymore.

The bell rings and that marks the end of classes. Time does fly fast, doesn't it? I walk to my locker and open it slowly as to not let those hate letters fly all over the hallway. But unfortunately, they already did. The students walking by sees what happened and laughs. I pick up the letters while they look at me with smirks plastered on their faces. What's worse is that one of them is him and his six other friends. Nobody tried to help me, well I never hoped anyone will. I just laugh along with them and after I've cleaned up the floor, I rush outside to the exit.