Detention | Kim Namjoon | AMBW

1: New Girl

"First day, don't mess up." you thought, gripping your aztec patterned bookbag strap. "Stay cool, stand up straight, and go!" You stepped into your new school, Morgan High, and stared at the chaos in front of you. The hallways overflowed with kissing, fighting, and yelling teenagers.

Two girls, struggling to move through the other students, motioned toward you with smiles on their faces. They both had pale, white skin which you weren't used to. One had long, silky brown hair and long, cute teeth like a bunny rabbit's. The other had small pink lips and brownish greyish hair that was also long.

"Hi I'm Nayeon! What's your name?" the girl with the bunny teeth asked. "D-Dorothy.." you hesitated. The other one just waved at you. "Oh, she's nervous. This is Joohyu-" the 'nervous' girl cut off Nayeon and started, "My name is Joohyun but people call me Irene. And I wasn't nervous.." You made an 'o' shape with your mouth and nodded.

"So, Dorothy," Nayeon said, "What class are you headed to?" You searched your purse, looking for your schedule. "God damn! I need to clean this purse! Oh here!" You pulled out your schedule and looked for your first period. "I have ELA , you?" Nayeon nodded. "I have ELA next too, but Nayeon has chemistry. " Irene said. "And today we have to cut open a cow eye and look at the germs and bacteria through a microscope!" Nayeon said, shaking her head in disgust.

The bell suddenly started ringing and you jerked and started shaking and breathing heavily. "Dorothy!? Are you okay?" You looked at Nayeon and Irene, still shaking, and nodded. "Y-yes I'm f-fine." "Wait," Irene started, "Do you have Jumping Frenchmen?" You nodded slowly, trying to calm down. "Oh, Jumping Frenchmen! My dog has that." Nayeon said. "I don't know how, but he does."

Jumping Frenchmen of Maine, or Jumping Frenchmen, is an extremely rare mental disorder. This syndrome contains exaggerated startle reflex to loud and/ or sudden sounds. People with this disorder tend to jump or shake sudden parts of the body when startled. (A.N: this is a real disorder people. I have this disorder. Ish.)

All the students started running in all directions, like ants. Dozens of students started pouring in and out of classrooms. "We should get to class." Irene stated. "Okay bye guys!" Nayeon waved as she disappeared into the crowd. You and Irene then headed to ELA.

Everyone stared at you and Irene as you entered the room.

"Ah, Dorothy!" An old woman with a heavy English accent walked toward you. She had white skin and grey, short, wavy hair. She had a wrinkly, saggy face and crusty old lady lips with red lipstick on them.

"Ugh! She smells like cats and cat food!" you thought as her hot, smelly breath touched your skin. "Dorothy," the old woman started, "I am Ms. Jones! How about you go to the front of the class and introduce yourself?" You nodded and walked to the front of the class.

You looked around at all of your new classmates. "Got a lot of Asians in here." Out of 28 students, 18 were Asian. But it does make sense because you live in Asia town now and this school was the closest school to you.

"H-Hello," you stuttered, "M-my name is Dorothy Hol- Holmes." People started to giggle and laugh so you looked at your feet when you talked. "I just moved to Los Angeles from Houston Texas two weeks ago and I-" Someone had randomly slammed their desk shut and gave you a shock. You screamed and started to shake again as all the students but Irene started laughing.

"Aish, jinjja? Chaewoo what is wrong with you?" Irene said as she smacked the back of the boy who slammed their desk's head. "Mianhaeyo~" he said rubbing the back of his head. "Mianhaeyo? What the hell does that mean? Whatever. Just stop shaking."

You stopped shaking but you still weren't calm. You took deep breaths and started again. "I just moved to Los Angeles from.... Houston Te-Texas two weeks ago and I am currently 18 years of age. My birthday is September 12th and I hope I can get along with you guys. That's all.

"Your birthday is the same day as DGN's!? Ha!" a student chuckled.

"It's not DGN Marco. You know my name is Namjoon." A boy with blonde hair and a dangerously attractive face stared at the other, annoyed.

Ms. Jones cleared her throat. "Okay Dorothy, have a seat...... Um..." she looked around looking for an empty seat. "There's a seat next to DGN! " the same boy, Marco, chuckled. Namjoon glared at him, staring into his soul. "Oh! You can sit by Namjoon. Namjoon raise your hand." He lazily lifted his hand half way.

You started to walk your seat but someone had smacked your ass and got you ticked off. You turned to see Marco giving you a sexual look. "Nice ass there bitch." he raised his eyebrows signaling that he wants to do something to you. "You might want to correct yourself before you get hurt." you said, continuing to walk.

You sat next to Namjoon and put the workbooks that were on the desk inside the desk. You turned and reached down into your bookbag, grabbed all your ELA supplies, and put that in the desk too.

You went to close your bag and seen Namjoon staring at you. You looked up at him and smirked. "Hi." "Uh, Hey," he said, snapping out of his thoughts.

" Your name is Dorothy? " he asked. "Yes, is there a problem?" you questioned him. "No, I was just wondering where your dog was" "Try again. I have a cat." He nodded, thinking about something.

"What color is your cat?"

"White. "

"Is your cat a girl or a boy?"

"Girl."

"What is your cat's name?"

"..."

He pointed toward you and smiled. "Your cat's name is Toto." You shook your head no and started laughing. "Yes it is." Namjoon laughed knowing that he was right. "Nope!" "Then what's her name?" You looked around the room looking for a name.

"Flat..... Crusty.... Apple! Flat Crustyapple!" Namjoon raised his eyebrows and side smiled at you, showing his dimples. "Flat Crustyapple? " You stared at each other for about ten seconds until you finally broke. "Her name is Toto." You admitted. "Aha! I am correct!"

You smiled. "How can a boy look so tough, but be so cute!?" "Hey," you started, "Your name's Namjoon right?" He nodded and moved his hair away from his face. "Such a cool name. I like that name. Namjoon. " His cute expression vanished and he gave you the 'Imma shoot you' face. "Since you like my name so much, " he gave you a seductive smirk, "I'll have you scream-"

The classroom door swung open and someone stood there holding a big bottle of vodka.

A.N: comment who you think is at the door. Oml everybody knows who's at the door but still comment.