My Story ✔️

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I wake up, only to realise I'm not in my bed, or house for that matter.

"That's right. I slept here". I scratch the back of my head. "I should get my clothes from ho... Wait. I have emergency clothes here! Yay!"

I walk into the little living space to go straight for the dresser.

"Let's see..." I skim through the neatly folded clothes. After careful consideration, I finally pick out my outfit. A white sports bra, a white crop top, black jean booty shorts, with a light blue thin material Jean jacket. I also put on a pair of dark blue Edidaz on. "I don't think this is appropriate for school. Eh. Who cares? That's their problem, not mine".

I look in front of the shattered mirror. The mirror I broke when I was pissed off losing to a ping pong battle. It was stupid.

"Damn! I look as hot as I did at my last school. Wait, no. I look even better than that. What did I wear again?" Thinking back, I wore a see-through long shirt, black jeans with rips all the way from my thighs to my ankles, and to top it off with black short-cut high heel boots. "Yeah. I look better now. Wait! Damn it! I'm going to have to call one of my friends to pick it up for me. Ugh!"

I call up one of my comrades.

"Yo!"

"Sup S.I.C.," I nod my head up, though they could not see it.

"(Y/N)?"

I hum a yes in response.

"What? Do you need my help?"

I sigh. "I can't go to my house for the time being. I was wondering if you can bring my school supplies from there," I rub my forehead.

On the other end they sigh as well. "Mother issues again huh. That potato bitch doesn't know how to shut her mouth".

"I know right".

"I'll be right there. Where do you want to meet?"

I think for a bit. "Hide the bag on the left side of the school gate".

"Roger boss!"

"Bye".

"Bye".

I end the call, putting my phone away in my inside pocket.

When I finally reach the school, I don't need to be told I look hotter than hell. The hallways are tumultuous. As soon as I step in, all eyes stare at me, conversations quiet down until nobody would talk. I shrug off the ogling. All I care about is getting to my class. I went straight for my seat, until someone tugs my arm. When I turn around my face is a few inches away from Hoseok's.

"Where were you?" He grits his teeth. That must really hurt. Naturally, I give him a snarky reply.

"I was sleeping on my bed. Where else would I be?" I take out my notebook from my bag that I picked up by the gates.

"I know you weren't in your house".

"Who said I was sleeping at my house? I never said that. I said 'I was sleeping on My bed'," I emphasise.

He looks at my in confusion. "How could you have slept in your bed if you weren't home?"

I sigh at his stupidity. "I have a second house. Duh," I roll my eyes.

Hoseok scoffs. "What the hell's wrong with you?"

I stare at him with no emotion. "What are talking about? There's nothing wrong with me. The only thing that's wrong here is You," I point my finger to his chest, lightly pushing.