mr. goody two shoes™

°math°

"here he comes." a classmate of mine whispers.

i had successfully gotten through half my day with no aggravation, i guess i spoke too soon.

it was math class, my fifth period of the day, and i had the worst luck of being put into a class with yoo kihyun, or mr. goody two shoes - as i like to call him.

he's the smartest and richest kid in school, but he's also the rudest most snobbish dickhead of all.

it's like having the bad boy fuse with the popular kid. it's just kind of a general disaster.

the funny thing is that he wears glasses.

no, it's not funny because of the whole 'four eyes' thing - i wear glasses too - it's just kind of ironic to see the bully be someone who has to wear spectacles.

he walks in, all high and mighty - oh, did i mention he's class president?

because yeah, he is.

"good morning my fellow classmates," he begins, pushing a random kid out of his chair.

kihyun sits down in it, "isn't today just wonderful?" the kid scrambles to another seat in the back.

kihyun looks at me, fuck.

"good morning jaemin, how's your acne treatments going?"

i roll my eyes, "i haven't had acne since the seventh grade, so beat it."

the whole class became quiet at the sound of me talking back to kihyun.

"aish, did you really just sass me?"

"yeah? so what?"

"why you little-"

"mr. yoo, miss. seo, take a seat."

kihyun glared at me, "this isn't over."

oh my god what have i done?