My Tutor... (PJM FF) [COMPLETED]

Four...

"YOUR GONNA FUCKING CHANGE THAT NAME OR ILL REPORT YOU TO THE PUBLIC AUTHORITIES FOR ILLEGAL NAME ADOPTING!"

I was at the principles office, yelling my head off.

Ever since I found out that I had cancer I became a different person completely.

Well not completely, I still had my hot temper, but the thing is that it became hotter.

I banged my fist against his desk and swiped everything off it by a single swipe of my hand, sending papers flying across the room and his coffee cup breaking causing coffee to splatter everywhere. I looked at the mess and slightly smirked.

"I swear that if I come to school tomorrow and that fucking name is still there, your gonna be screwed"

"Your language Miss. Toby" the principle frowned "and, I don't see why that name annoys you, it would be better if you care to explain"

"Nice that's none of your fucking ass's business" I carelessly replied.

I turned around on my heels to walk out of the room, but looked over my shoulder to give my last threat "better carefully look through my words, or else your dead"

Then I walked away, leaving the principle of his knees, picking up his nescafè stained papers, broken mug, and cracked photo frames.

~

Jimin kicked my foot under the table, I glared at him and he nudged my side. I nudged him back. Harder.

"Yah!" He yelled at me. I smirked at him "your own fault"

"Miss. Toby!" The teacher exclaimed "out" she ordered as she pointed at the door.

"Whatever" I answered as I stood up, digging in my back pocket for my earbuds. My eyes opened wide in confusion when I didn't find them there.

I looked back at Jimin and he was dangling them in the air for me to see. An annoying smile on his face.

"Mr. Park, you too" the teacher snapped.

He shrugged and got up.

So I ended up standing outside with him, I snatched my belonging and as I turned up my music I walked away, heading to the roof to for fresh air.

"Hey, you better not leave" Jimin called after me.

"Did I look like I give a shit?" I answered back.

~~~~

The next day, I woke up early and went job hunting.

I need to get treatment. I can't die now, I'm still so young, even though a few years ago I wished to die almost every five minutes. But now my life isn't so bad to the point of dying.

~

At midnight, I returned home, weak, hungry and filthy. But satisfied and proud of myself.

I had five jobs, all suiting my timetable, including the make-up artist job.

~

I worked so hard, and after a month I had the money.

So I decided to do it.

To get my treatment.

~three months later~

Finally home!

Literately!

My cancers gone!!

I'm still feeling sore, but I'm not ill anymore.

The doctor told my that the physical was over and that their job had finished, but only the mental treatment was left and that all depended on me.

I mean, what the hell is that supposed to mean?!

But I missed school, now there is only one month and a half till mid-term finals.

~

I returned to school the very next day. I can't afford to miss any more studies. I desperately need to pass and go to a good college.

"Jamie!" The teacher exclaimed as soon as I walked into the class "good to have you back sweetie!"

'What a blatant lie' I thought 'I was such a trouble maker'

I sat down in my seat and Jimin stared at me weirdly. "Where have you been?" He asked "we thought you busted"

"Well don't get too happy, cause I'm back" I smirked at him.

~

"So since Jamie has missed tons of school, we all decided to do a draw to get one of you classmates to tutor you" the teacher announced.

She put her hand in a cap and pulled out a strip of paper.

She opened it and her eyes bulged wide as if she saw something she shouldn't of seen.

No please.

Anyone.

Anyone other than...

"Park Jimin"

Authors note: haha...