True Colors

Qualifications

"Well this is going to be a shit show..." Jaz smacked Fumuri's forehead.

"Yah! Why do you have to be so mean guys...?!" Fumuri just shrugged, rubbing her forehead.

"So wait, you're going to be showing us around? I don't think that's a good idea." The boy with orange-ish blonde hair rolled his eyes at the girls, kicking his feet.

"Would you rather those psycho fans show you around?" Rebekah sat next to Fumuri, placing her head on her shoulder.

"Well no, but what makes you so qualified?" The blonde boy scoffed after the silver spoke, also in disbelief that they were put under the these girls' care.

"Well I'm in like 3 AP classes and I maintain a 3.5 GPA on average while working." Rebekah spoke confidently, yawning and closing her eyes.

"Jaz and I are in a couple sports, we work, and we have a decent GPA too." Natalie high fives the other, smiling in pride.

"Well, I think we're missing a major point. We girls have been going to this school for the past three years, you boys have not. We are familiar with the place in ways that you wouldn't believe. That, is was makes us qualified to be your 'guides'." Eira got up from the table once she finished speaking.

"Fine, want to show us around school now then?" The boy with red hair asked the group of girls cheerfully, but the blonde boy just elbowed him in the side.

"I don't know, should we girls?" Fumuri looked around the table at the other girls, looking for some sort of answer. Jaz and Kristina eagerly agreed, while some of the others were hesitant with their answers.

"How about we pair up? That way we can work out individual times with each other? And we can all meet up at lunch to regroup and see how everyone is doing in their pairs." Everyone stared at Nella, Bekah clapping for her lazily. "Hey, I talk sometimes guys. I'm not mute."

Jaz, Kristina, and Natalie giggled at Nella's response. The girls all agreed to the terms.

"So who is getting paired up with who?" Anny looked at the attractive boys, eyeing the boy with peach hair.

He spoke up, "Well first, I think everyone should introduce themselves." The boys groaned in response.

"I thought we would have a break from doing introductions." The boy with black hair sighed.

"Just tell us your names, we don't need anything fancy." Anny, gestured for them to speak up.

"Well going from left to right, we have; Jimin, J-Hope or Hoseok, Jungkook, V or Taehyung, Suga or Yoongi, Jin, and I'm Namjoon."

"His stage name is Rap Monster though." Jimin smiled mischievously from the other end of the group. Namjoon glared at Jimin, taking a pen from his back pocket and throwing it in his direction, but it instead ended up hitting J-Hope who cried out in pain. The girls laughed loudly, watching the bickering before them.

"Nice to meet you guys. Going around the table we have Anny, Nella, Jaz, Kristina, Natalie, this is Fumuri, I'm Rebekah, and- Wait. Where the hell is Eira?" The girls groaned, she had snuck away while the boys bickered, not wanting to deal with the group of boys.

"Well I mean, someone would've been left out, we have eight people and they have seven." Fumuri shrugged, hitting Rebekah in the head with her shoulder.

"Ow! Be careful. This could be considered domestic abuse." Rebekah pouted while looking at Fumuri who just patted her head.

"Okay, so I think that the boys should choose who they go with." Fumuri looked to the boys for their choices.

"I don't think we really care who we go with." The boys nodded in agreement.

Bekah pulled a notebook out of her bag wordlessly, tearing a piece of paper into seven pieces and writing the initials of the girls on each piece of paper, excluding Eira since she was nowhere to be found.

"You, blue boy, give me your hat." Yoongi scowled at her and gave it reluctantly. She put the names in the hat, shuffling them around. The rest of the groups watched, as she held out the hat.

"Pick a piece of paper, and that's your partner for a week. We will do this every week to get to know each other." Everyone agreed as the boys chose their new partners, kickstarting a butterfly effect that would affect not only each partner, nor the groups as two wholes, but it would affect many more people than that.