"Who is you're roomate!?" I ask again.
"You'll see!"
I follow Namjoon to his room, which isn't far from where I was.
He holds the door knob to make me anxious. "Are you ready?"
I groan in frustration, "Come on, Joon, I wanna-"
Namjoon opens the door. There stands someone I've missed.
"Suga!" I shout at the man standing at the doorway. I jump forward and give him a bear hug. "I've missed you so much!"
Min Yoongi. We met my sophomore year of highschool. He's one of my closest friends.
"Our group is almost back together!" I say excitedly.
Namjoon joins the conversation. "Taehyung got a scholarship at Harvard."
"Really?" I ask, shocked.
Last I checked, Taehyung wanted to become a Gucci model. What made him want to go to Harvard...?
"Weird, right?"
Yoongi hugs me back, then we take a step back from eachother.
"I'm so jealous. But at least you two can catch up now." Sometimes I wish there wasn't a restriction. I'd love to have one of them as my roomate.
Yoongi laughs. "Yeah, I've missed this nerd."
Namjoon frowns, but then smiles. "I've missed you too, Grandpa."
Joon and I have a laughing fit right there.
I love being with them. It brings me back to some of the happiest moments in my life.
All three of us end up walking around the grounds for the next few hours. Walking until it's dark and just about everyone else is alseep.
"It's getting late," I tell the boys. "I'm going back to my dorm. Big day tomorrow." I lie through my teeth. I don't want to go; but Yoongi is already falling asleep.
But once I shower and lay in bed, I think back to four days ago, when something happened.
Something that should have made me change my mind on coming here. The reason why I want to go back home.
I am lost on my first day. I keep my face is buried in my schedule, like it'll help me. I open a door and go for it.
Maybe it's the right one after all...?
The first person I look at is the woman sitting behind a desk.
"You must be Miss Harris." She says with a tiny, welcoming smile.
I open my mouth to question, but she already has my answer.
"You're the only one who hadn't showed." She says. "Please take a seat in the back, with Mr. Jeon."
I'm just now realizing the many pairs of eyes watching me. I gulp. I should've taken my anxiety medicine.
"Jungkook, please raise your hand." The professor orders.
In the very back of the class, a guy raises his hand in the air. He's the only one without a desk partner. I feel like I'm in kindergarten again.
I walk back and people talk under their breath.
"Lucky, the slacker gets to be Jeon Jungkook's partner!"
"I wish I was her,"
"She's not pretty. She won't stand a chance."
Their words cycle through my head as I sit by the infamous Jeon Jungkook.
Wait...now that I'm looking at him...
Prettyboy seems to recognize me as well. "Hey, you're that girl I ran into, right?" He whispers while the professor starts the lesson.
"Correct." I say, smiling. "I was hoping you remembered."
Jungkook grins at me. "Oh, you were 'hoping'? Hm...I didn't know I was that irresistible."
All my intentions of possibility making friends with this dude have officially disappeared. Jeon Jungkook's that type of prettyboy.
My smile drops and I look forward at our teacher. "Don't be so cocky, Jeon Jungkook."
My sudden actions must of shocked him.
"....What?" He asks. "Don't you think I'm handsome?"
Yes. "No, especially not with the way to speak to new people." I say without breaking a sweat.
I write down notes from the lesson in one of my notebooks. Jeon Jungkook still is bothered by me.
I feel my personal space bubble pop. "So you really don't want to flirt with me?"
It's been a whopping fifteen minutes since I last told him off.
"No." Yes, but not anymore. He's a Pretty Playboy. Only hurt comes from them.
The rest of the class, I ignore him. Until the very last few mintues.
"Can you please tell my your name?" He begs for the fifth time.
"The professor said it when I walked in."
"But I didn't hear it..."
"Then you should have been listening." I say.
"Please? My name's Jungkook-"
I sigh. "What do you want? Just ask already and stop bothering me." I'm so tired of him talking.
"Your number." He thinks he's so slick.
"No."
"It wasnt a question," I face him and we share a staring competition. Then my name rolls off his tounge, "Kamryn."
I snort. So he did hear my name.
"You think, just because you have a nice voice and a pretty face means you can get anything you want?" I laugh. "Think again. And my name is Miss Harris to you."
The bell rings. I grab my bag and walk out of the class room.
About half a second after, Yoongi and Namjoon are tailing me, asking me about my first class. They make my irritated mood slowly fade away.
