Fixing Us

Chapter 7: Bad Habits

"I'm really sorry for keeping you up all night, Jing." Jimin apologizes quietly as I park my truck the next morning.

"Jiminie, calm down. Really, it's fine. I had tons to be doing anyways. You weren't keeping me up." I tell him as the four of us get out. I'm now driving the three boys to school since it makes little sense for me not to.

"I feel really bad though. They -" He attempts to apologize again.

"Jiminie. Stop apologizing. There's no reason for you to feel bad. If it were that important to me, I wouldn't have agreed to stay and help you. Okay? Besides, you and I both know how cruel those nightmares are for you." I cut him off. The other two boys smile at us as we continue walking into the school.

Walking in with the three of them, it might as well be the last few schools that I've attended. The glares, the rumors that I'm sure are to come. I'm exhausted from yesterday if I'm being completely honest and I'm not in the mood to deal with people.

When we get to my locker that ends up right across the hall from theirs, it's already covered in writing. I just sigh, shaking my head as I ignore it and open it up to put my textbooks in for the day.

"What the hell. Why're people writing such things on your locker? It's literally your second day here today! They have no right to be doing any of that." Taehyung frowns at the sight.

"Don't worry about it. It's nothing." I tell them as we begin to head to class. They all frown at me, but don't argue.

"Ms. Song, is there something that interesting outside that it's worth your attention more than the lesson I'm teaching?" Ms. Mang questions, getting my attention. Looking up at her, I shake my head tiredly.

"The night time is what sleeping is for, Ms. Song. Not for having sex with others or for adding more disgusting piercings to your body. My class is not the time for sleeping or dozing off. Please pay attention." She snaps at me. I scoff at her words as the three boys around me grow wide eyes.

"Ms. Mang, I highly doubt that what I do in my personal time is anything of your concern. I believe the only part of my life that you should have any concern for is that I'm doing my homework and turning it in, and attending your class without being a disruption." I respond, looking back out the window just to piss her off.

"Ms. Song, you have no authority to be attempting to scold a superior. Not to add the fact that your homework isn't even completed, though it is turned in. If you're struggling so much with all of this then maybe you should be thinking about spending your time wiser. It would behoove you, if your struggling, to pay attention in class and possibly ask for someone to tutor you." She informs me.

"Ms. Mang, if I gave a damn about making sure every single piece of homework, that for the matter is far too easy for me, is done then I would complete it. Though, unlike you, I've got more than plenty of shit in my day to be handling that I'm afraid your homework just doesn't happen to be on the very top of my list to ensure it's completion." I argue, my patience running far too thin.

"Ms. Song, you had better watch that mouth of yours before you're sent to the principals office. I have a hard time believing someone of your type finds my homework to be that easy or that you actually spend your time outside of school productively. And, if you care any about making sure you graduate this year, you had better get to work on completing your homework and getting your attitude under control before you get yourself into serious trouble." She warns.

Scoffing, I laugh as I grab my bag and walk out of the classroom. I don't need her shit or anyone else's for that matter. Quickly finding my way around, I head up to the roof to calm down. Between how tired I am at the moment and the annoying pain in my shoulder that has become a constant and the amount of work I have to be doing, I couldn't care less about skipping class at the moment.