I stand confidently in front of my new high school. Heh, this should be a new record actually. I managed to get kicked out of four schools in one year. Hey, don't get me wrong. I'm not bad. It's just that people get me all triggered. And I know how to throw a few punches. But now, I want a new start. So I moved here. To Converse High School. Where no one knows about my previous reputation. But it's hard to hide my confidence.
"Well, Converse High, you're about to see the most swaggiest (yep, that's a word) person in your whole entire life." I strut in, making sure that my worn out Converse high tops are still tied firmly and my bookbag slung lazily on one shoulder.
"Welcome!" A friendly-looking boy smiles as soon as I walk in. "You must be (y/n)! I'm Taehyung! And this is Yoongi, but you can call me Tae and him Suga!"
I flash him a small smile. "Hey, nice to meet you." I glance over at the other guy. He yawns and gives me a small wave. I nod back in respond.
"Hyung, doesn't she have the same schedule as me?" Taehyung, or Tae, shakes Suga's arm.
"Yeah. All of us do, you moron." Suga has legit no emotion. He doesn't smile or anything. "Don't worry about him. He's just a weird guy that talks gibberish half of the time."
I laugh, and he cracks a smile.
"Let's go! I'll show you our classroom!" Tae leads me to my locker. "Before that, lemme show you your locker!" He stops right in front of a big, gray locker. "We're locker buddies!"
I slowly nod and look at him for the first time. He has a rectangular smile, and he's different from any boy I've ever known. I just stare at him for a while.
"What?" He asks after a long pause of silence.
"Locker combination." I say.
"Oh! It's 35-09-19. Simple, really." He scratches the back of his head, blushing a light shade of pink.
I open it with no trouble. I used to open other lockers and hack into the school network. Those were fun days. I stuff everything in there, keeping only things I needed.
"This way."
We turn a corner. Then another. Then we turn left. This school's huge! Finally, we get to our room. It's a small classroom with thirty or so desks. To be honest, it's better than that junk I called a school last week. I stand in the front of the class and scan the room. The bitchy sluts. Not my habitat. The athletes. Too sweaty. The geeks. Too tacky. Tae and Suga's group of friends. Ehhh. I guess.
"Alright! We have a new student today. Her name is Yoon (y/n). Everyone, welcome her and help her adjust." The teacher says. The girls stop gossiping and stare at me. My snobby stare returns theirs. "Why don't you sit next to Taehyung?"
I stride over, my high tops moving silently across the wooden floor. All eyes are on me. Some boys stare with their mouth open. Well, it's understandable. We have no uniform. So I just stuck with a tight mini skirt, a white shirt, and a leather jacket. My shoes stay with me no matter what I wear. The girls look disgusted by me. I mean, I just ruined their self-esteem. They were probably the prettiest before I came. I slide into the seat, the corners of my mouth rises in a smirk.
"Hey, we meet again." I casually fiddle with my pencil.
"Yeah!" Tae's just so hyper.
"Now, about our lesson..." She rambles on, but I don't catch anything. All I hear is something about the gravitational pull of the sun. Nothing too important.
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I grab my tray and walk over to Tae's table. He slides over so I can have somewhere to sit.
