A/N: WARNING. This chapter was requested by my friends. I have absolutely nothing to do with whatsoever events that are in this chapter. Please forgive me. Anyway, stan BTS.
Skip this chapter if you can't deal with immense pettiness.
Y/n's POV:
O my God. I swear. If I see their faces one more time I am going to lose it.
I don't know why. I just hate them so much. They are SO MEAN! I can't put up with what they do anymore. I get so offended by the way they sit and read their textbooks. They always get good marks. I don't. WHY DOES IT HAVE TO BE LIKE THIS!? IT IS SO UNFAIR!!
"You guys! You HAVE to see this OMG! Look at this picture of Jimin!" The girl with the long hair called out to her group. I can't believe it. They stan BTS. Those men are mine. My blood is boiling.
The girl with long hair and her group are all crowding around each other; looking at something on a new-generation tablet. I am jealous. Their tablet is so new. Mine is so old. I literally bought mine from 1271 BCE. It is made of stone at this point. I am mad.
They just sat there swooning over BTS; giggling, laughing and talking. Their voices are so nice. Again, I am jealous. Why does my voice sound so bad? I always sound like I am drowning. I know this for a fact because I heard this girl with medium-length black hair and glasses talk about it with the long-haired girl's group. Triggerness has been induced in my body. I was so close to shoving that tablet up their asses.
I started staring at them. I do this a lot. I do this to show that I want to pick a PHYSICAL FIGHT with that group belonging to the girl with long hair. My staring just intensified. Their happiness is my downfall. My insides were shaking with anger. I can't TAKE this anymore, yaar.
I got up from my chair. The entire class was being loud. No one gave a shit as to what I was doing. I slowly walked towards this girl who always wears a necklace and hoop earrings. Her jewelry is made of REAL gold. She must be rich. I can't even afford a choker.
I stood in front of the jewelry-clad girl. "YOU GUYS ARE BEING SO LOUD!". I yelled at the girl; giving her the stink eye. The girl looked up from her textbook. She had this bored look on her face. She replied, "Yeah, you guys are being loud too. Oops!". The entire class stopped whatever they were doing to look at us. They paused for a while and then they started laughing; cackling at me. I felt so embarrassed. This is so bad. Tears were welling up my eyes.
I finally had enough.
This is the last straw. The straw that made the tent collapse.
I picked up my fist and tried to punch the jewelry-clad girl in the face. She dodged me. I was in the middle of contemplating my next move when the rest of the long-haired girl's group got up and started shielding themselves from me. I walked up to them, ready to snatch their wigs. I then grabbed a fistful of this pretty girl with wavy hair's hair.
"Hey, stop!", she screamed.
"I have no mercy for people who are better than me!" I yelled back at her as the rest of her friends gathered behind my back to restrain me. The pretty girl with wavy hair broke off from my grasp. I tried to wiggle free from their restraints; but to no avail. Instead, I tried waving punches around the air to try and hit them. This went on for about 2 minutes.
"Y/n, that's enough! You have to calm down!" The girl wearing a scarf called out to me.
"I will not rest until I see the end of you people!", I yelled. I managed to break free from their restraints and started chasing them around. I grabbed this girl with short ombre hair and glasses. I tried punching her with my right arm as I attempted to choke her with my left arm wrapped around her neck.
"Y/n, would you please?" She asked me in this frustrated tone as she rolled her eyes. She seemed to do nothing at all to stop me. My attacks weren't affecting her at all either. I still kept attacking her though.
I WILL NOT GIVE UP! However, she got hold of my arms and threw me off of her body. I guess it was expected because she was stronger than I am. I landed on the floor; injured yet full of rage. I wasn't going to let them humiliate me again!
I looked around from where I was laying on the floor. People were looking at me cautiously.
"Why did she fight with them?" I heard people say to each other.
People shook their heads as they continued to look at me with shameful looks in their eyes.
"The group didn't even do anything wrong." I heard another girl whisper.
My mind started to flood with anger at this statement. WHY WAS THEIR GROUP BEING FAVOURED BY THESE PEOPLE?! They were all thinking bad of me. Why must it be like this?!
The long-haired girl and her group didn't do anything to attack me back. Hence, I ended up looking like the bad person. I wanted to cry in defeat, but they don't deserve my tears.
As I was about to get up from where I was crashed dead on the floor, I heard the door swing open.
"Y/N! MISS S/N IS CALLING FOR YOU!" This girl with blond hair exclaimed. "She saw what you did through the CCTV cameras. Hurry up and meet her before she loses her patience.", blondie continued as she gave me one last look before disappearing through the door.
Oh fuck.
I was being sent to S/n's office.
This can't be good.
She makes me feel weird things all over my heart, body and soul.
And now, she's going to punish me for what I just did.
O my Lord! Someone please save me! She's going to make me swish-swish!
2019 A/N: I know this chapter isn't like the rest, but, a friend of mine (I'm talking about you, @OhDawling) DID tell me to update this book. Considering the amount of time that has passed since I last updated, I finally gave in. Hence, I decided that it would be great to post this particular piece which she has been asking me to write for a few days now since I sent her the summary. So here it is. The second part will be out soon. It'll be written in S/n's POV. I am completely and utterly sorry. Anyway, stan BTS.
Disclaimer: I am not an ARMY. The sentence "Anyway, stan BTS" that is seen numerous times in this chapter is merely an inside joke.
