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Bad Girl Pt. 1

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Jungkook exhales and walks into the entrance of his new high school. The fifteen-year-old boy's hands were slightly trembling from the apprehension that was overwhelming him. He had arrived in America two days ago, to carry on with his dance training as a trainee for Bighit. Back in Korea, he was doing perfectly fine training by himself at the company. But Mr. Bang had to send him away.

The first thing Jungkook noticed was the campus girls that passed by who spared noticeable glances then giggled. Jungkook silently curses himself, not looking forward to those annoying girls who would chase him all around the school. He decided to ignore them and focus on the school's map he was given to find his classes.

Jungkook was so focused that he ended up bumping into someone. The person steps back and scowls in quick anger.

"A-ah sorry," Jungkook quickly apologizes, bowing his head. The person mutters a few words that Jungkook couldn't make out.

"Watch it, klutz," A female voice scoffs. Before Jungkook could respond she pushed past him, walking away. All that Jungkook was able to see was her long black hair with a purplish-blue tinge at the ends.

Then the warning bell rang, reminding Jungkook that he needed to get to class now.

"Aishhh," Jungkook mutters and practically sprints to find his first-period class.

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"Everyone, we have a new student all the way from South Korea," Ms. Smith announces to the class. She smiles at him, "Please introduce yourself to everyone."

Jungkook bit his lip, wishing he had studied English a bit more seriously.

"Hi, I'm Jungkook Jeon," He says quietly.

The teacher nods, "Good, good. Class, I expect you to treat your new classmate with respect. Jungkook you can go sit in the empty seat in the back next to Ms. Kim."

Jungkook did as he was told, and quickly walked to sit where Ms. Smith instructed him. A few snickers were made across the room and Jungkook noticed a few of the girls immediately shooting dagger glares towards the left corner of the room. Jungkook turned to look at his new seatmate and immediately recognized her as the girl he had bumped into earlier.

The boy finally got a good look at her and realized with an instant that she was Korean too (how could he not recognize his own kind?). She had the same straight long black hair with a blue tinge he had seen earlier. She had on thin black mascara with winged eyeliner, light shimmery peach eyeshadow, and her lips were a soft pale pink.

"Are you done staring?" She says in a quiet but aggressive tone.

A pale pink blush formed on the poor boy's cheek and he took his gaze off her to concentrate on what the teacher was saying.

The girl rolls her eyes and murmurs, "Creep."

Never feeling so flustered before, all Jungkook wanted to do now was bury his head in his desk. Aish what are you thinking Jungkook? Jungkook did his best to ignore what happened and didn't say a single word for the rest of the class. This seemed to not bother the girl at all, seeing how she spent the rest of the class scribbling something in her notebook. Not that Jungkook was paying attention, he just happened to see at the corner of his eyes.

After what seemed like a century, the bell rang signaling that the first classes were to be dismissed. Jungkook quickly packed up his things, unintentionally noticing how the cold girl had already gotten up and left as fast as possible.

The rest of the day seemed to drag on. Jungkook hadn't really gotten the chance to talk to anyone except teachers. For one thing, he was pretty shy and for another, he was embarrassed to speak in his broken English. After his last class, Jungkook started walking towards the main office to settle a few things with some papers regarding his dance training.