I pulled down on the small school skirt as i ran towards my next class. I was only 2 minutes late- but unfortunately my teacher was never very forgiving.
I clutched my books in my hand, trying my best to keep my hair from my face.
I skidded round the corner, my shoes squeaking due to the friction.
I continued to run before stopping just outside my class. I shook my head and pulled down on my skirt yet again before knocking lightly on the door.
The large white door flew open- my eyes meeting with the angry eyes of mr. Lee, my history teacher.
"Ms song, late...again" he said, pulling his nose up at me in disgust.
"And what is your excuse this time?" He hummed. I could tell he took pleasure from his abuse of power and obedience to school policies.
"I..i just got lost in a book again sir" i said lightly, my head hung low to doge the evil glare that he was burning into me.
"Reading is no excuse- detention today" he didn't even hesitate to hand over the blue slip to me.
Me and these detention slips haVe got quite equated in the 3 years of high school.
I walked, still with my head hung low, towards the back of the class.
Trying my best to ignore the looks and glares from my peers, i sat down on the hard plastic chair.
"Now where were we... yes I remember, so when-" just as mr. Lee finally got going again, he was interrupted by a knock on the door again.
I hadn't even got my books out yet- but my thoughts were immediately disregarded as the tall boys silhouette shone though the class room.
"Ahh Jungkook, how nice of you to join us!" Mr lee exclaimed sarcastically.
"Um..i-"
"Im sure ms song will appreciate your presence in this evenings detention" he spat, handing the boy a detention slip.
Jungkook, was one of the quiet ones. Although nobody knew how- he held a sort of bad boy stance and was hardly ever seen without a cigarette in between his fingers.
Shrugging the teacher off, he also slouched into his seat next to mine at the back of the class.
"Right back to the history of the- BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH" mr lee went on.
I couldn't tell what he was saying as behind my large text book was my favourite current book. I had to finish the last chapter.
Id just got to the bit where the main character finally talks to-
"Excuse me ms song!"
"Huh?" I shrugged hearing my name being called.
"What did i just say ms song?, because clearly you were not listening.." mr lee explained, a slight smirk was held at the tips of his lips.
"I..uh.. you said-"
"That without the revolution of 16, it would be impossible for the magna carta to have been signed" the voice from beside me butted in.
"Very honourable of you mr jeon, but i didnt ask you! Both of you outside- 20 minutes of arms" he hissed, turning his back on us.
Both my and jungkook stood up and went out to the hall, instantly putting our arms above our heads.
"Why'd you do that?" I asked him, despite the silence rule i was extremely curious as to why he took the hit for me.
"Why are you talking?" He snapped at me.
"I mean- thanks." I said- remembering a cool guy like him shouldn't be talking to someone like me.
A couple of minutes passed of pure silence. Uncomfortable to say the least.
All the blood had rushed to my shoulders and my arms were beginning to hurt.
I glanced over at Jungkook who showed no signs of pain or struggle. Frustrated at his lack of evident struggle, i took in a deep breath and lifted my dead arms as high as they could.
A muffled whimper fell from my lips as The pain from my empty arms started to kick in. The noise echoed around the empty corridor, making my cheeks blush a rose colour.
Not realising my arms were bending, i could feel a strong hand pull my arm back up. I looked over at Jungkook, whose hand now had a tight grasp on my extended arm.
"Its one of my favourites, the book" he said not moving his eyes from the class room we faced.
"I..i haven't finished it yet.." I managed to get out, my heart fluttering at the boys simple touch.
"Why do you think i tried to save you?" He asked, ripping his eyes from the wall to face me.
"So i could finish my-" i started.
"Wow, so your finally catching on!" He said sarcastically. Rolling his eyes he returned his glare to its original place as well as his hand.
I internally punched myself for being so stupid and shy, but something comes over me when i felt his touch.
It was just like it sounds in the book.
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