Imagines & Preferences

Tutor? (EXO)

Okay. I'm going to say it. This person is bae for life because Xiumin is bae for life. I conquer. And the girl in the song is not the character in this story. Warning, this is a long story.

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• Rosé's POV •

I grumbled at the noise of my fake mother. "Oh, Rose, sweethart!"

"It's Rosé, mother. As in Ro-say. As in the name my father gave me." I rolled my eyes at the excuse for a stepmother, and got up.

"You can go now, Jennifer." I sneered, shoving her out my bedroom door.

"Breakfast's downsta-" I shoved the door on her face. I heard her huff and the sound of high heels clicked, signaling she left.

Quickly, I took a shower and changed into a black, long sleeved crop top with high wasted red shorts. I put my hair in a messy ponytail. Putting on knee socks, I slid downstairs to see Jennifer on the phone.

You know how Cinderella has an Evil Stepmother? Well, I have a Slutty Stepmother. You could tell the number of jobs she has done, including her rear and chest. Sometimes I wonder how such a lovely man like my father could choose such a gold digger with a fake tan.

"I'm going, don't miss me." I grabbed a green apple and slipped on my black Vans. Taking my Frozen backpack (A/N: You're never too old for one), I slipped out the door before she could utter a sarcastic response.

Whistling, I jumped inside my cute little light blue car (One of those small ones. What do you call them?) and started driving to hell.