The President's My Girlfriend (Exo Fanfic)

Duty Calls

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I open the door, and am surprised to see Mrs.Grey waiting for me. Seriously ? I mean, I come to class pretty early. I've got my president stuff to do.

It's hard when your three years younger than most of your class, and STILL your homeroom teacher makes you Class President. I mean, keeping everyone silent for two seconds makes me tired. Really tired. Kids in their twenties aren't the quietest.

On the contrary.

I smile, wondering why my head decided to use such an old-ish word. I think it's 'cause I've been reading a bit too much Agatha Christie lately. But still, who could blame me ? Man, that woman can write !

A/N - hee hee I cannot resist. Wish someone could buy me all that ⬆.

But still, Mrs. Grey looked worried. It was a "I'm worried you might not be able to handle this" sorta look. I approached her, hoping my face didn't have an identical look. She came to me and opened her mouth...

"Oh I'm so sorry Amber, I'm not sure you can even handle all this"

Bingo. I knew it.

But what was it this time ?

"We've got twelve more kids to handle. Or more, you have."

What ??????

Did she say twelve??????

I must've heard wrong.

"Twelve ?"

"Twelve"

She MUST be joking.

We already have fifteen kids here. Is there even SPACE ?

"Let them in," she said. Seriously, it sounded like she was gonna let out some zoo animals or something.

Turned out I wasn't completely wrong.

Twelve animals tried very hard to fit through the door at once. I couldn't even count them. They were so........ ................ frantic ? No, I really couldn't find an adjective to match this group of idiots. And remember, I got an A for every English test I've ever written. Which was a lot.

But what amazed me was that they were Asian. In fact, most of them seemed ...... korean. I hadn't seen such a mass of korean youth up close since I came here two years ago.

Mrs. Grey faced me again. I had actually forgotten her very existence.

"These are yournew classmates. Find them places to sit." And that's all. She left. LEFT ! In fact, the way I saw it, she almost ran out of the room. And now I'm facing these weirdos and they're facing me.............
...................................................AWKWARD !!

But then one of the guys decides to break it. The awkwardness, I mean.

"Hi-I'm-Park-Chanyeol-and-these-are-my-friends-bib86shkqnixbixkuhubixqni2bix2 " he suddenly explodes into a flood of gibberish. So much for breaking the awkwardness. Wait. It isn't gibberish. It's korean. How I've missed hearing it. For a moment I'm trapped listening to it....... but then he stops.

The rest of the guys are shaking their heads. Poor guy. Chanyeol looks really frustrated. But I know I look worse. I mean, these people can't even freaking speak English !

Still, when he looks so confused, how can I get angry ?

" Kinchaneyo " I hear myself say (don't worry/it's okay) . Chanyeol looks up at me. Everyone looks at me.

"Arasso ?" he asks. (You understand ?)

Well, actually, I didn't understand a single word. I mean, I was born here. I've only stayed in Korea for five years. And even then, I went to an English speaking school. I had English friends. And even then, I came back to America. How could I understand ?

"Actually," I said, mumbling, trying not to drop their hopes, "I understood that it was Korean, but that's about it." Then I realised that I had been too fast. They probably didn't understand a single word. Urrrggghhhh !

I haven't even thought of where to make them sit. Now I was supposed to figure out how to speak to them ?

I fumbled for words. "Jeongmal....... nareul.........." I could sense them perking up at every word. Especially Chanyeol. But this was about it. "Mianheyo" I said, gulping. "It's been a while since I spoke korean...."

Aish ! None of them seemed to understand !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"Isn't there anyone of you who can speak English ? Properly, by the way ?" I knew it wouldn't hurt Chanyeol. He wouldn't understand my simple sarcasm. I looked at each one of them intensly. Wait......... there are only eleven of them ? I'm about to ask, but then I understand that it'll be useless.

"No one, huh ? " I say, covering my face with my hands.

"I can"

A voice says from behind me. A deep voice, sorta different accent. Is it Australian ? No. I know that accent. Canadian. I also know that voice. Not korean. Chinese.