Mr. Pride and I | jjk x llm

06

-Lisa-

After the bell rang, me and Jennie said our goodbyes to both Rosé and Jisoo and headed back to our classrooms. Just like a while ago, Jennie's hand was circling my wrist, harder than before and pulling me once more up the stairs. A lot of students were also going up, so we kept bumping to students every once in a while. The situation I was in was very uncomfortable on my part. I didn't really like touching other people, especially if the person is covered in sweat. During this, I did my best not to touch anyone. Being in the middle of that crowd was highly disgusting, for me. Being there, I could smell the distasteful odor of some students' sweat. Mostly from the males, maybe, from playing activities that requires you to exercise or stretch before doing such activity, such as basketball or football.

Once me and Jennie were free from the crowd, I took the chance to finally breathe in the wonderful scent of fresh air. I looked back to glance if any students are doing the same—the ones who just got out from the scene as well, but strangely, none of them was doing so. I thought maybe they were used to this by now, but if it was I who stayed in this school for quite a long time and get to experience this scene everyday, I would most probably be still disgusted by it and would always be.

As we went in the classroom, I noticed the teacher wasn't there, yet. Jennie's hand was no longer gripping on my wrist, and we both sat down in unison. Looking around, there were only a few empty seats left and as I waited for them to be filled, I took out my mini notebook, the one my parents gave me when it I was still young.

The notebook had a flower printed on its front page, it was a Magnolia. It was a thick notebook, like the other notebooks I have seen, the pages were colored a dirty white color. It was where I wrote only my goals and dreams in life. And for now, there were only a few written in it since i take my time to think if  a certain goal or dream in my head is worth writing in this notebook. I only want to write the one I think is beyond normal—not flying, nor any supernatural things, but the things worth trying. I don't write the other dreams of people for me, I write the ones my heart desired.

I took out one of my pens, too. I wanted to add one more thing I wanted to do. Before writing it down, I recalled the one that happened a while ago. I recalled the way she smiled and looked at Jungkook and how Jungkook's eyes sparkled upon seeing her. And there I wrote:

-to make a story between a certain boy and a girl in my school.

I'm sure I wanted to do that. I wanted to see how their relationship go through this school year, and if their paths lead to the same destinations, and that they were meant to be together, and they're gonna be finding out about their hidden feelings for each other some part in this school year, I wanted to write it all down and make a story.

I closed my notebook when I heard footsteps on the platform. I raised my head up to confirm that it was the teacher, and surely, it was. She was carrying her laptop and a red folder, filled with bond paper. Once she reached the teacher's table, she placed her laptop on top and faced us.

"Okay, class so—," before she could finish, a loud BANG! Interrupted her.

The same sense of annoyance was seem again in her look just like a while ago. And the whole class turned back to look who made the sound. Both the guy and Jungkook were catching their breaths, holding onto their knees for support.

"Omg! He's sweating! AH! So hot."

I heard a girl silently screaming, but I was able to hear it. I moved my body to see who it was, only to find out it was the same girl that sent me dagger-like glares. My faced showed disgust towards her. I'm sure for her it's 'hot', but for me, it certainly is not.