The first day went by fast. Overall it was pretty good.
Besides having almost every class with Jeon Jungkook. Five out of my eight classes are with him. Sigh.
But I made a friend. Her name is Ashley.
"What hall are you in?" Ashley asks me. She walks beside me.
The boys went to the basketball court earlier. I wanted to go with them...but Ashely wanted to meet up with me. They understood.
"Charles." I answear simply. "You?"
Ashley brushes her dirty blonde bangs away from her eyes. "Same! Maybe we can hang out sometime?"
I nod my head, smiling. "Yeah, that'd be great."
My mind wonders off to the boys. To basketball. Then my dad, who I miss.
"Soo...." Ashley starts.
"What?"
She gives me the are-you-kidding-me look. "You and Jeon Jungkook! Everyone's talking about it!"
"What about it? He's my partner."
"He talked to you!" Ashley wiggles her eyebrows. "This is a big thing!"
I look at her. What is she even talking about?
Her mouth drops open. "You seriously have no clue, do you?"
"...Not a clue." Why should I? He's just a regular adult.
"Welcome, to Jeon Jungkook 101. You're about to hear some life-changing facts. Are you ready?" She asks.
Life changing? Yeah, right.
I roll my eyes. I really don't care about Prettyboy. "As ready as I'll ever be."
"Good!" We walk around until we get to the fine arts hall. Theres several music studios, dance studios, and many more different studios dedicated to other subjects.
"Jeon Jungkook: Born into a wealthy family, lives in the Jeon Mansion not far from here." Wow...a mansion? "Has an older brother, but he moved to Korea years ago. His parents adopted a boy into their family. His name is...actually, I forgot the boy's name. But Jungkook is a singer, dancer, and is very athletic."
"Ashley...Why do you know all this?" I ask, slightly concerned. Is she obsessed with the playboy?
She slaps my hand. "Silly, everyone does! His family funds about fourty five percent of the school!"
So, what? Prettyboy's got money. Good for him.
"So...he doesn't need to be special to get in here...?"
"Were you not listening!?" She stops me. "Jeon Jungkook can sing and dance! He's a musician and can rap! His visuals are great, and he's a big time athlete! What more do you need!?"
"Common sense." I mutter.
"What?" Thank God she didn't hear me.
"I said wow, that's a lot."
She shrugs. "This place isn't called 'The Gifted Acadamy' for nothing."
Good point. You have to have multiple talents, plus a high GPA in highschool to even get a chance at this acadamy.
...Or a lot of money. Apparently, he has both.
Later that night, I'm in Namjoon and Yoongi's dorm, the three of us engrossed in Mario Kart.
After fourty minutes, I finally win. "Hahaha!" I shout, standing up and dancing. "I am the Queen!"
"Yeah, yeah, tell us something new." Namjoom says, throwing one of his pillows at me.
I catch it, and hit him across the head. "Bow down to me, peasant!" I throw another pillow at Yoongi when he doesn't bow. Joon throws another, and I catch it, again.
I beat him over and over, laughing. Until I feel something thrown at the back of my head. I freeze, hearing Joon's laughter first.
"Haha! Your face!" He shouts. Yoongi starts laughing as I turn and face him.
"You!" I throw the pillow at the turtle, and he catches it.
Uh oh.
Yoongi holds the pillow up, aiming for me.
I sprint to the door and run out of the hallways, shouting.
Turing a sharp corrner I run into someone. I don't even see who it is, I'm laughing and pull whoever it is to the side.
I see who my hostage is. Of course, it's him. The one with the pretty eyes.
I don't really care. Endorphins are pumping through my body, and I hold my finger to my mouth.
"Shh! Don't make a sound!" I whisper.
Jungkook's shocked face makes me want to laugh even more. I hold my hand over my mouth to keep it in.
Yoongi walks right past us, holding a pillow up to protect him.
I make one more motion, shushing silently. But I giggle and Yoongi hears me.
"NO!" I run down the hallway, leaving Jungkook to Yoongi.
I run out of the dormitory, almost knocking down a boy trying to get inside.
Taking large breaths, I lean up against the building. I love playing like that -like we were kids again. With them, I feel like I get to re-write the childhood that was taken away from me.
I wheeze a few times, then go back into the building. Then I am ambushed.
"Ha, ha HA!" I'm wacked with pillows, and Joon picks me up and throws me over his shoulder.
I shout. "Put me down!" And kick and lightly hit his shoulder.
"Agh, no! Stop kicking!" He shouts. Yoongi's still beating me with a pillow.
I love my boys.
"Put me down, or else! Yoongi! Stop hitting me!" I shout at my Suga. "I wont play basketball with you tomorrow!"
Yoongi stops attacking me. "Okay, okay! Joon, put her' down."
I'm dropped on my feet. Someone catches my eye.
Jungkook is leaning against a wall, watching us. Creepy? I think so.
"Jungkook! Why are you staring at us like that?" I ask him from across the room.
He blinks a few times, then looks at me.
"I didn't know you had so many boyfriends." He keeps his cool while saying it.
Everyone stops what they're doing. Until I start hysterically laughing, and the boys join in.
"No, you got it all wrong!" I say, laughing too hard.
I don't like Jungkook. But, being with Joon and Suga make me happier...more bubbly I guess.
"I mean, it's better people think that. Then nobody'll go after our dongsaeng." Yoongi says, messing up my hair.
I roll my eyes and smooth it out. "Don't mind Grandpa over here."
"I'm no where close to being your grandpa."
"This is Namjoon and Yoongi." I say to Jungkook. "Guys, this is one of my desk partners, Jungkook."
Awkwardly, we stand there. Then an odd tension fills the room.
A/N: Sorry it's taken soooooooo long to update, things got really busy and stressful. I'll try to update more :)
