Mean Girls ♡ Bts

♡Chapter Two♡

♡Chapter Two♡

I found my class, walking in and instantly going up to the teacher and introducing myself

“Hi, I don't know if anyone informed you about me. I'm a new student. My name is Jeon Jungkook.”

The lady gave me a strange look before finally speaking.

“Who the hell cares?” The girl walks away, rolling her eyes at me. I feel my face begin to heat up, knowing my face is probably tomato red. I hear giggles, and turn to see two people laughing at me, causing my blush to deepen.

One of the kids is dressed in black clothing and has dark black hair, giving him a dark and mysterious feel. The other, who looks like the complete opposite of the other, is dressed in a flowery button up shirt, with  khakis and has brown tassled hair.

I go to take a seat when the mysterious guy speaks.

“You don't want to sit there.”

I immediately look to him in confusion.

“Krystal will sit there to make out with her boyfriend.” He explains. Just then the girl I'm assuming to be Krystal, a tall pretty girl, sits there. She immediately leans over and starts making out with a handsome tan boy. They go at it hard.

I watched in horror for a second, then move on to grab another seat, in the front row.

“Dont sit there!” The boy demands. I turn to him again, confusion still smear on my face.

“Do you want to carry attendance sheets to the office everyday?” The other boy questions with a sassy tone.

I go for another chair.

“No.” He points to the boy, sitting in front of the chair I was about to sit at. “He farts a lot.”

I look to the guy. He looks like the type to fart a lot.

I take a seat next to the mysterious boy, turning to him with a small smile.

“Thanks.”

“Did you go to St. Ann's last year?” The cheerful yet sassy one asks.

“No...”

“Cause you look like the boy who played sandy in their production of Grease.” He explains quickly, placing his head on his hand as he stares at me intently.

“Wasn't me.” I shake my head a little.

“Thank God. She had pitch problems.” He waves his hand a bit.

“This is Jimin. He's almost too gay to function.” The other one spokes, giving a pointed look to his friend. The boy, Jimin, hits the other over the back of the head.

“Nice to meet you.” I smile politely. Suddenly an obnoxious looking guy passes by.

“Nice wig Yoongi, what's it made of?” He taunts with a chuckle.

“Your mom's pubic hair!” Yoongi immediately responds. He turns to me with a roll of the eyes. “I'm Yoongi.”

“Nice to meet you.” I repeat, my polite smile becoming a bit forced. My eyes travel to the front of the class, seeing a man walk in. I recognize him to be the principal I had met this morning.

“Where's your teacher?” He questions. Suddenly a man walks in, looking bright but clearly unorganized as he struggles to carry everything in his arms. I'm guessing he's my homeroom teacher, Mr. Kim.

“Okay, I'm late, so I brought donuts.” He speaks, finally noticing the principal. “Oh, hi! Good morning!” Mr. Duval gives the teacher an acknowledging nod before turning to the class.

“Alright, I just wanted to let everyone know, we have a new sophomore with us. He just moved here from Africa...” Students heads turn to look at a tall African American girl with a short fro, thinking it to be her.

“Oh, welcome!” Mr. Kim says in a loud voice.

“Uh, I'm from Michigan.” The girl destates, a look of annoyance covering her features.

“So let's help him adjust to academic life here in Seoul. His name is.....” He looks closely at the writing on the sheet of paper. “Jeon Jungcock. Where are you, Jungcock.” Several students giggle immaturely as the principal innocently misprounces my name.

“Oh that's me. Its prounouned JungKOOK.” I put emphasis on the 'kook' part. Most of the class looks at me, disinterested.

“My apologies. I actually have a nephew names Anfernee, and he always gets mad when I call him Anthony. Almost as mad as I get when I think about the fact that his name is Anfernee.” He rambles awkwardly.

“Well...” Mr. Kim rubs the back of his neck, feeling the awkward tension in the air. “Welcome, Jungkook. And thank you for that, Mr. Duval.”

“Anytime.” The principal spins on his heel to leave the classroom. “You better be in time this year, Namjoon.” He calls before he leaves. The class goes back to conversating with each other.

“What class do you have first period?” Yoongi questions me.

“Er...” I quickly pull out my timetable I was given this morning. “10th grade Health, room B14.”

“I think that's in the back building.” Yoongi looks mischievously to Jimin.

Jimin, catching Yoongi's look, immediately nods his head. “Yeah that's in the back building.”

“We'll take you.” Yoongi states, not giving me a choice.

I nod my head, giving them a shy smile. “Thanks.”

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