Mr. Pride and I | jjk x llm

03

-Lisa-

A tall, slim woman with hazel eyes and plain black hair entered the room, a grin playing on her lips. She looks young for a teacher and I adore her beauty. Her uniform hugged her curves beautifully, and I couldn't be anymore jealous. All my life I've only heard a few compliments that are similar to the compliments being said to much prettier girls than me, most coming from my parents while the others from my other relatives. Some of my other relatives call me thin a lot of times during family reunions and vacations, and I can't help but feel insecure towards my body. I would look at the mirror to check if my body isn't nice, but I think I'm completely fine, and I continue to think that way.

My eyes followed her movements as she walked over to the teacher's table. Her back straight, and chin up, something tells me she was a model back then. Her hair was tied up in a neat bun, which gave me more view of her beauty.

"Okay-" she started, but got cut off by the ear-piercing shrieks of the girls in our classroom, except for Jennie, who rolled her eyes, pushing her index fingers in the holes of her ears further. I turned to see what caused all the commotion. My lips parted and I felt a lump in my throat seeing the beautiful creature leaning on the doorframe, his left arm holding him for support. His expression is blank, no signs of any other emotion, just blank. His hair slightly covered his eyes, but I can still see the beautiful honey brown orbs, though his lids are half-open and half-close. His lips were of a cherry color, so beautiful, but it's straight, it isn't smiling, his eyebrows, too. He looks so dangerous. A bad boy, maybe. His black, leather jacket looks like it's eating the girls' souls in our classroom as they looked at him, tight, leather pants, too. And I know I need to keep myself away from this guy as far as possible, I don't plan on ruining my future by giving in to a handsome freak, looking at the girls' expressions in my classroom, I can tell how willing they are to do things he wants them to do, just by looking at their parted lips, overflowing with saliva, not literally.

I turned my head to look in front again, and I saw the teacher doesn't look happy to see the guy, unlike the girls in here. She looked like she's about to jump out of her skin anytime soon. Though I know she's quite annoyed by his presence, I saw her forced a smile.

"Jeon Jungkook," she said through gritted teeth.

The guy's name must be Jungkook. I repeated his name in my head and it sounds...good. I turned to see, again. However, this Jungkook guy didn't respond, just yawned.

The teacher took her gaze off him.

"Class, sad to say that we have sitting arrangements this school year, now please stand up, take your things with you and kindly proceed outside."

The students let out loud groans as they place the things they took out a while ago back in their bags. I returned the notebook back in my bag myself. Swinging my bag on my shoulders, I stood up and make my way to the door with quick steps and my head low. As I pass the guy named Jungkook, I suddenly felt a bad sensation down my stomach, it isn't butterflies though. I have felt how butterflies feel like before. Oh how they feel funny, feels like your stomach is swirling all around. But in my case, it felt like I'm hungry, but I am not. Walking to the front, trying my best not to hit the other students outside, the feeling slowly drifts away and I am more than relieved.

The teacher looked in the classroom to see if there are any students left, seeing that the room is empty, her eyes started scanning the faces of the students standing in the spacious corridor.

"Okay, now class, please form one line, boy girl boy girl," she said.

The students started lining up behind a boy, whose hair is shaded a light brown, shiny and looks well conditioned, the sleeves of his plain black shirt hugged his muscular arm as half of the girls in our class fights over to who should be standing right behind him while the other half except for Jennie and me, walked at the back to where the guy named Jungkook stood. As the girls giggled and blushed, the teacher started 'distributing' the students to their seats.

The giggling of the girls still went on while I waited for the few students to be 'distributed' in order to know my seat. I'm next in line and I feel kinda funny inside and nervous, too. Moving forward, I felt my heart rate go fast.

"Hm..." The teacher started, "Ah! You're the new student aren't you? Aigo! Stay here beside me first," she finished and grabbed me by the wrist, pulling me beside her.

I smiled, but it appeared as a cringe face. This isn't a good sign, knowing that I need to introduce myself in front of all of my classmates. I don't like the idea. Makes me want to be a turtle in my next life, hides in its shell if scared, that's what I clearly want to do right now.

The teacher continued 'distributing' the students to their seats while I stand beside her with my head hung low as I fidget with the ends of my shirt. I heard the teacher sigh deeply and I looked up, only to see the Jungkook guy staring back at me, a small smirk appearing on his face seeing me widened my eyes and immediately looked back down.

The teacher finished 'distributing' the rest of the students while I still stood next to her. She went in, leaving me still standing outside.

"Okay class, so we have a new student for this school year," she turned to me with a big smile drawn on her beautiful, small face.

My heart raced as I felt my face heat up. Introducing myself in front of people that are more than a dozen isn't my kind of thing. I fear that I might speak something that would make everything go awkward and I'm gonna drown in embarrassment.

The teacher signalled me with her hand to come up the platform, and I did what I was asked to do, being the good girl that I am, you know. I stood beside her once again, hiding my face so that no one would compare me to such a beauty.

"Okay Miss, please introduce yourself to the class."

My body tensed as I slowly look up to meet the eyes of different students. I swallowed the lump that was stuck in my throat and breathed in deeply before speaking.

"A-annyeonghaseyo! Lalisa-imnida, but you can call me Lisa," I pursed my lips together and smiled before looking back down at my feet. My heart was still beating fast as I try to calm myself.

"Okay Ms. Lisa, please seat beside..." The teacher trailed off then continued, "Ah! Mr. Jeon Jungkook."

The bad feeling from a while ago came back hearing my teacher say his name. I don't know why I felt bad, though. Maybe because I'm thinking he's a bad boy, I know bad boys kinda sound ridiculous, but the chances are high judging from his appearance. Extremely handsome face, a little too handsome for a human being, leather jacket and pants, and of course, the desperate-looking girls swooning all over him, I can confirm that he is.

I met with the teacher's eyes for a slight second, smiling, before looking back down again as I slowly made my way towards the back, the location to where my seat was, beside Jungkook. I saw the wild stares and glares of the girls in my class on the corner of my eye, piercing holes right through my body as I got closer to the the guy comfortably leaning back on his chair, smirking.

Once I reached my seat, I sat down, clearing my throat in the process.

"So, you're new here."