Fear Me P.JM

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I can't believe this. JB really transferred to my school? I'm touched...but also a little scared. Why? Because he will either save me...or make my current predicament even worse.

"Jaebeom, you can take a seat in the 4th row, near the windows," says Mrs. Elk. I sit at the very front at right corner of the room, and I turn around to see an empty desk at the very last row on the other side of the classroom.

"I was actually hoping I could sit where Jimin is sitting right now," JB says.

My eyes are popping out of my head for several reasons. First, I'm surprised at Jb's boldness. Second, I feel everyone else's stare piercing the back of my head. But more so, I can feel Jimin turn and look at me.

Mrs. Elk sounds impatient. "We can discuss this during break. For now, you can temporarily sit in the last row, is that okay?"

Jb nods and smiles. "Of course." He walks to the back of the classroom. As he passes down a row, girls turn and watch him. Is Jb really that popular? My neighbor has a secret identity! I suddenly feel quite smug. He is my best guy friend after all.

"Are you aware you are smiling at a quadratic equation poster?" a smooth voice says.

My eyes veer left. Jimin is still looking at me. Please turn back around.

"I think math is brilliant," I tell him.

"Really, now..." My hand flies up to my face again, blocking him. "I would think P.E. is your favorite subject."

I remember his face and my punch. I laugh nervously. "Popular stereotype ...but very untrue." I laugh again. "Very."

For the rest of class until break, I can hear girls around Jimin whispering to him.

"Jimin are you sure you're okay?"

"Oh, you were so tough yesterday!"

"Who did that to you! I hope he dies!"

I gulp. Well at least they think the person who punched him was a he.

"Oh, no," Jimin says. "The person who punched me wasn't a guy."

"What!" the girls around him say.

"It's the same person who gave you those muffin baskets."

I hope that beautiful boy gets severe acne one day.

When break finally arrives, I can't decide whether to run out of the room to avoid the inevitable confrontation of girls in here...or end up getting my face beaten by the female Hulk out there.

That's not much of a contest. I think I'll stay in my seat.

"So that's the pretty boy, huh?"

I smile. Jb!

I look up and he's kneeling besides me. He's looking at a group of girls gathered around Jimin's desk.

"Yeah. That's the beautiful boy."

Jb takes another look at him. "So is his hair actually supposed to be that color or was it a dyeing accident?"

I can't help but laugh. Only Jb would see Jimin's bleached blonde hair like that. I think it looks very good on him. Unnaturally good. Soft, silky.

"Niki?" Jb takes a look at me. My face has twisted into an indescribable expression. "Did you pull a muscle or something just now?"

My face relaxes again. "No. Oh, did you manage to change seats!" I sound far too excited.