Different | k.sj

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"Yah! What did I say about coming near me!" My feet skid to a stop in the locker room.

"Ah, seriously! I was just trying to dry my hair! If you're so upset about me coming near you in the same school, go to a different campus!" I complained in annoyance and exhaustion. 

The bully from yesterday was giving me an infuriating look, as if she were going to lose it any second.

"No, really...." I groaned, "If this is how it's going to be every single day, I can't take it! So far it's already tiring. Get over it, we're in the same track and we happen to change in the same locker room. What do you expect?" 

The girl looked down at the ground as if she were having a staring contest with it. I knew she was flustered, and it was actually kind of funny.

"If you're jealous of my boobs, go get a boob job. I can tell you have experience with going under the needle, anyway." I squinted my eyes, pointing out her obvious nose job.

She gasped, holding her nose and scoffed.

"This is why I hate you to bits!" She spat.

"Oh please, this is all you've gotten so far. Stop wasting your time. I'm not as amusing as you thought." I flipped my hair over my shoulder so it would get out of my face.

Walking past her seemed to piss her off like yesterday. It was getting more humorous by the minute. 

"Wait." Another sigh left my mouth before I turned around with a slanted posture, raising an eyebrow at her.

"If you want to be acquainted with me, meet me at the local mall at 6.... Maybe I might even consider talking  to you." She flipped her hair and walked past ME as if she were on a cat walk.

"Um, okay?" I mumbled then went on my way.

.

"You should go." Jungkook spurt rice out his mouth as he spoke.

"Really?" I asked truthfully.

"Yes. It's better to make friends than enemies." He smiled, a piece of rice falling from his lips.

"I guess so. Can you come with me though?"

"Me? But I'm a guy. It seems more like a girl thing." He giggled.

"Ugh, too girly for me. She used the term 'local' with mall. I'd rather go to a thrift store." I whined, burying my head in my arms.

"Just go! It'll be fun if you be nice." Jimin encouraged.

"I am nice." I glared.

The 3 cleared their throats, looking around the table awkwardly.

"Oh, shut up." I groaned, putting my face back into my arms.

"See what we mean?" They snickered.

"I'm gonna go back to class." I sat up, gathering my tray and carton of milk.

"Wha'!? We're just teasing!" They tried to hold in their laughter.

"No, I don't really mind about that. I'm just gonna get a head start again." I shrugged, beginning to walk off.

After I threw away my trash and returned my tray, I left the cafeteria. 

Only at least 20 seconds past, footsteps were echoing behind me, hinting me that someone was running my direction.

I turned around to see Jimin catching up to me with a bright smile.

"Do you need something?" I concernedly asked him.

"No, I just thought it would be nice to keep you company this time." He giggled, a pinkness beginning to flood his cheeks.

"Do you even go to the same classes as me?"

"..I can just leave when students start going to their classes." He sucked in his lips, awaiting my answer.

"Fine." I tilted my head, sucking in air through my teeth before turning back around.

"So, you live on our street?" Jimin asked on our way to my next class.

"Yes." I nodded.

"That's cool. You can come over anytime you want, by the way." A cheeky laugh escaped his lips. It wasn't his normal comfortable laugh, it was almost like he was shy.

My eyebrows furrowed, I studied his walking pace and style. He was walking in a 'cool' way and rather quick for me. Why is he acting like this, good grief.

"Okay." I replied after a short time of thinking.

We arrived at my next class, it was breezy, thanks to the air conditioner.

"Oh hi, Iyagi. Jimin? Isn't your next class on the third floor?" My teach laughed, yet she was confused at the same time.

"Yes, I'm just keeping her company." He bowed and smiled, his eyes almost disappearing in a charming way.

"Thank goodness, I have to bring some paper work to the office. Right on time too!" She giggled, grabbing a folder or two of paper before leaving the classroom.

"Wow, that escalated quickly." I tisked, heading to my desk.

Jimin followed, sitting at the desk in front of me, but sitting the opposite way on the chair. He held his head up with his small hands and smiled at me cheekily.

"What are you doing, Jimin~?" I sang in a flat line, annoyed with the odd behavior.

"Nothing." He hummed, eyeing me.

My eyelids closed, a loud sigh leaving my mouth in irritation. I hate when people don't tell the truth.

"Hey, why don't you go with me to the mall?" I randomly suggested to change the subject.

"But Jungkook said it was a girl thing." He tilted his head.

"Isn't he older than you? Besides, I thought I saw you as the rebellious type---not caring what anyone thinks?" I raised my eyebrow, feeling cocky.

"....You're right. I'll go with you. No maknae will order me around!" He declared.

"Thanks, you're a life saver." I fanned myself in relief.