Chemistry
This class is going to suck. With 2 c's
Science was your worst class at your old school so, you weren't excited to be in this one.
So, you decided to be late.
Well, as late as you could be. You walked as slow as you could to the classroom since the room was 6 doors from the English room.
You got to the door and stood there for 30 seconds. Come on, bell just ring.
The bell rang and you opened the door as quickly as you could and opened the door to the classroom.
The room was surprisingly spacious and not cramped like most classrooms. The desks were big but, filled with no people.
The teacher and the students late? Interesting.
"Woah, you're here early," the teacher smiled as she walked into the room. It was a girl- I mean woman. Well, she looks like she is my age.
Dang it I'm early! Wait a minute, an actual girl, finally someone I can talk too. "You must be," the teacher looked at her clipboard and pointed at a name. "Y/N!"
"Yes, m'am," You stood up next the teacher's desk.
The door you came in slammed open to see a guy. Well, it's a all boy school. But, he was not just any guy- who is that?
He was talking to another person as he walked in. He was smiling throughout his whole walk. His smile was one of those genuine smiles that was very contagious.
You cocked your head while looking at his dazzling smile, hmm... it kinda looked like a bunny.
He walked in and immediately noticed you. He watched him as he walked into the classroom. He checked you out. He started to walk up the stairs then he seemed to notice a bag on the front row. He sat next to it.
Wait, that's my bag, maybe this class will be interesting.
You turned back to the teacher. She looked extremely mad at you. She had her kill face on.
You know those faces when someone steals something you own?
Well, that was her face.
She looked like she wanted to kill you.
You slowly turned around and walked to your seat. The teacher watched you, never looking away.
You slowly looked over to the bunny smile. He was staring directly at you.
"Hey," the bunny smile lifted his head at you. Man, he is a confident little bunny. "What's your name?"
Don't look at her, don't look, DONT look. You looked directly at the teacher. She broke a pencil with her bare hands.
"Y/N." You said as you look at the teacher. You gulped. Every time you spoke, the teachers kill face got worst and worst.
"That's a hot name," He said. "I'm Jeon Jungkook but, you can call me Jungkook." He smiled.
God damn. Stop being so sexy. You fake smiled at him. Your face slowly filled with terror.
"Hey, you okay?" Jungkook touched your thigh.
"OKAY SEATING CHART." The teacher grabbed your chair and carried you to the other side of the room far away from Jungkook. "Okay, we are finished with the chart. Let's start the lesson,"
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The lesson finished a few minutes early so, everyone stood by the door.
You got your bags and joined everyone by the door. Jungkook walked up to you.
"What's your next class?" He asked.
"PE. You?"
"PE," he smiled. He looked away and had a brilliant idea. "Wait a second,"
Jungkook walked over to the teachers desk. "Can Y/N and I leave early? We both have PE next period."
"Uh, no. I don't let my students leave early," the teacher said.
A guy walked next to the teacher. "I have PE next period can I leave early?"
"Yeah," she said with no hesitation at all.
"Fine," Jungkook backed off to the wall by the door.
The teacher looked up at Jungkook. "I'm just ready to get this shirt off," he moaned slightly. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt.
"JUNGKOOK PLEASE DON'T," the boys started to scream.
You looked at the teacher who was fascinated with Jungkook slowly taking off his shirt.
"But it's so hot in here guys," Jungkook slowly grabbed the next button.
"AHHH AHHHH AHHH PLEASE LET THEM LEAVE," they all screamed. You covered your ears from the pain.
"ARE YOU ENJOYING THIS M'AM?" One of the students yelled. Everyone went silent to hear her answer.
The teacher choked on her saliva. "No," she cleared her throat. "Fine, Jungkook, Y/N, you can leave,"
"Yes!" Jungkook grabbed your hand and ran out the door.
