Can We Be Friends? | jjk

☆19☆ : Abs

Do you know that kind of feeling when you think you got the solution to a problem but some unplanned circumstances occur?

Jungkook feels like some very unplanned circumstance right now!

"Wait, what?" I gasped.

"Let's be real! You won't get an invitation to go there that easily, if you don't know someone from SNA. Since I am a student of SNA I can go back anytime without drawing attention when I'm back for a visit.
Besides, our little president here," he smirked at me "can have some diplomatic talk with Namjoo - I mean President Kim."

"Yeaaah, right. What are you expecting me to say? 'Hi President Kim, I just wanted to have a quick talk with you about your extremely annoying councillor' ?" I mimicked a high pitched voice.
Jungkook rolled his eyes while wiping his fingers on a serviette.
"What about: 'Hello President Kim, I really want to tell you that the school's festival is taking place at our school even though there is some blackmailer. I'm here to convince you that we have everything under control' ?" Jungkook mimicked my high pitched voice annoyed.

Uuuh, well that's actually a good idea though.
"This sounds reasonible." I coughed.

"Just admit that it is a freaking great idea!" Jennie exclaimed.
"Less suspicious," Yoongi agreed "I can back up from the outside."

"There's no need, hyung. I know ways to get into the server." Jungkook nodded knowingly. Giving Yoongi a glance that spoke thousand words.
Don't know what they were 'mindlinking' about but Yoongi just nodded.

~♤~

~ 2 Weeks later ~

The past two weeks have been super stressful. Every week was filled with exams.
Last week I had 5 exams in just 3 days.
It was always quite stressful a few weeks before the sports festival since all the teachers want to have at least one written exam, before students would focus on getting medals.
Urrrgh, why can't teachers plan more thoroughly?

Noone of us had even enough time to even consider something beside studying.
So it was clear that we couldn't turn our genius plan into reality quite soon.

The irony of life...
I felt so selfish, students lives were in danger and all I was doing was studying until I went mad.
But I had a scholarship, which required great grades.

Sucks to be poor...
But there was nothing to be done.
I could not afford to you know drive with my red ferrari to SNA and show a certain finger to teachers - like the badasses in those teenie stories.

I sighed. I was so done for this week.
Today's Wednesday and I just finished my French exam with the rest of my class.
I was quite relieved since - yeah it was my last exam for this week!

"What was the problem, David?" I asked the boy sitting at the table next to mine, who had just sighed way too many times during the exam to have excelled the test.

"Gosh, why am I even here?" he sighed dramatically "I did not understand what the text was even about, let alone answer these damn questions!"
David was a really cool guy. And handsome for sure! His african heritage allowed him to be really tall. For me he was a giant with his
6' 3''!
He was in our drama club so I gave him the nickname 'drama king'.

"Come on can't be that bad!" I reassured him.
"You don't know what it's like to suck at french, oh wait, just to suck in general!" he pointed his finger accusingly at me.
"Haha! Don't be a drama king!" I laughed.

"You don't know what it's like to sit next to you!" he pouted.

"Oh, come on drama queen! You are not sitting behind her!" the boy behind me bickered.
Sam was the red-haired guy sitting behind me. He was a chubby good-hearted kid.

"You're telling me it's not engrossing to sit next to her?" David gasped.

"You don't know what it's like to sit behind her. Everytime Mme Duchamps looks in my direction I get the creeps. It starts with cold sweat all over my body-"

"You don't think she looks in my direction too when she's looking for Kyungmi? I am the one that is turned to stone first!" David was outraged.

I just laughed my ass of when I dragged the two bickering guys with me.

"You know I am a ladykiller!" Sam announced with fervor.

"Right and I am Ryan Reynolds." David snarled while looking on his phone texting his girlfriend.

"Seriously girls are standing in line for me and my abs." Sam roared proudly.

Oh, guys!

"They are standing in line 'cause you're cute' - DUDE WHAT ABS???!!!" David asked shocked looking up from his phone.

I grinned and just shook my head I was trying to read the book I had to read for literature but with these guys sitting next to me during our free period (our math teacher got ill) there was no way that I could concentrate on the plot.

"Wanna see the secret to my popularity...?" Sam asked secretly stroking his tummy.

"Uuhh, better not..." David declined.

And with a jerk Sam pulled up his sweater just to reveal a white t-shirt underneath it that had abs printed on it.

I tried to not crack up. They are hilarious!

"WHAT THE F- MAN!" David exclaimed.

"See I am telling the thruth!"

"Man, are you kidding me? You look like a thick elementary kid with acne, don't mess around, man!
I ALMOST THOUGHT YOU WERE STRIPPING!"

"Why would I strip if I wanted to show you my abs?" Sam asked in bewilderment. "Anyway I am NOT thick! I am just well-fed!"

"Right!" David rolled his eyes.

"Kyungmi, tell him!!!" Sam pouted.
I sighed "Sam is charming because he is kind, lovely, caring and funny. Loyal to his friends and a true fighter if we're not talking about his french grades. He represents the values and morals humanity can be proud of. True beauty comes from the inside and Sam has it all- except from modesty though!"

"Man, I want to marry you right of this moment!" Sam said astonished.
"Uuh, I am not looking for a relationship right now ..."

"See I am irresistible!" Sam bragged.

"Uuh, she just rejected you!" David said.

"Uh, uh!" Sam wagged his finger in front of David's face.

"I am the one with a girlfriend here!" David said irritated.

"Yeah just because she has low standards!" Sam countered.

"You wanna die!" David jumped of his seat.

"Don't touch me! I am the future Matthew Lewis, yall!" Sam announced.

"Dude, he's brown-haired!"

"Doesn't matter!"

When the school bell rang the two noisy boys ran off.

Such crackheads!