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"Hey Nerd!" I looked back seeing a 17 year old Kim Namjoon with a lot of ear piercings and eyeliner.

Namjoon. This was the Kim Namjoon, who has been bullying me and others since middle school. The classical bully character you will hear of, but this character is unusually brainy and strong.

He actually studies and understands his friends. But he doesn't understands others. He'd point out the fat of a girl, call out an anorexic boy in names, Fight with other guys, snatch junior's food and bully people.

He has conscience, and at the same timw he doesn't.

As I have seen him, he is brave, good looking, smart, savage and confident. His playing with words either plays with girls or either destroys a guy's self esteem.

He is dangerous.

"You write rap?" He awkwardly asked me. His left hand had the piece of sheet I found familliar. I coughed before I talked. "No, It's a song." I replied earning a hysteric laugh.

"Ha, what a stupid stuff to do, if it was a rap atleast I might have invited you to a rap battle." He asked.

At that moment, I don't know how I gained sudden confident but I said, "I-I can rap and I might even win if you invited me to battle." I said mt voice stuttering a bit. Out of a sudden a pit of laughter rose.

I saw behind him, his gang. Well more like a group but as everyone calls it out, 'Gang'.

"Oh my god, this petite looking girl is going to challenge the king?"

"I'm so scared, I wanna win a rap battle." another mimicked with a girly voice.

Namjoon showed them a sign as they grew silence the second later. Then he looked to me directly at my eyes. His eyes were furious. As if he is ready for outsmarting me.

"In the school studio, at cafeteria. Lunchtime." He said as he turned to his group. They asked him a few questions and some decided to keep going.

I sighed at my tiny attempt. What have I bought myself to?

At the cafeteria, I could see all eyes at me, some were genuinely worried and some were furious. Some were mocking me and some didn't even hide the fact, they laughed seeing me.

I went towards the studio which is usually called as the anouncement stage. As I climbed up, I saw Namjoon working on the mic, his back facing me.

If that time i could stop myself from spewing the shit out of him, i wouldn't. If i knew the results i wouldn't.

Because I would never stop me from growing. All the classes that went by, I practised verses after verses.

And none of them screamed 'nerd'. 

"Are you ready?" He asked me. I nodded. "If you win you might go as your life used to be, if I win, you know what happens for you to spoil my time." He grumbles like a thunder. If that scared me or if it was any other girl I would have pissed my pants. 

"How do I know who won?" I asked him back receiving a chuckle. "Audience votes."

"Deal." I glare back.

He simply smirked. Now's the time. "Who's gonna start first?" I asked to free away the remaining confusion. "Me." He confidently says.

He started, it wasn't bad. He called me usual diss hits. He cursed publicly showing how bold he could be. His eyes were sharp. His rap flow was sharp and he didn't stuttered. If I was a judge I would've clapped but that is going to be weird. But wait, who said I can't be weird?

I clapped as I smiled. Earning a expected reaction from him. And started. I dissed. Exactly how pissed I was was probably visible. I dissed at his insecurities. How he bullies people cause he has nothing significant in his life. His time will end one day. His rap was mediocre.

That pulled his nerve.

His rap was funny to me, entertaining. I didn't felt offended yet It was funny how he calls himself a rapper but he has usual trendy flow. Nothing unique nothing catchy. He needs training and such.

I dissed him like there was no tomorrow. Each syllable and I could feel the rap verse tightening. The confidence inside ne grows and grows. Until I stopped. Now I could hear the loud applause. The crowd honestly entertained and baffled.

I earned their hearts. I earned their amusement. For once, I felt confidence. And the feeling was indeniably great. If I could express it myself It might've took a thousand pages just to describe the exact feeling.

All I could say is, I felt good. I felt happy.

But then I could hear the alarm bell ringing, ensuring it was the end of lunch time and students should go back to the class. As everyone went back, but some stood.

I saw Kim Seokjin, the guy who was clapping like there was no tomorrow. Min Yoonki or whoever he was, kept standing, and some friends of Kim Namjoon.

All were deadly silent except for Kim Seokjin who proudly kept clapping. Some of his friends waited for him on a distance.

Then I saw Kim Namjoon, his eyes deathly serious, gazing at me.

"You dare to call me not a rapper?" He gritted his teeth angrily.

"Yes, I dare." I calmly stated back. All the confidence suddenly coming back to me. At the moment I could sense 'the look' from Namjoon. His looks were enough to bury me six feet under the ground.

"Then let's have another deal-"

"You already had a deal, how many more are you going to take to proof yourself? I thought you were smart." I spat.

"This simply doesn't proves your worth, Bae Jieon," he said startling me suddenly calling me by my full name. How did he knew my full name,

"Then what does?" I asked.

"The votes."  He said, eyeing me. His demeanor was now changed to confident. All I had to do was to move his ideas to mine.

"Then let's do it now." I said. He smiled. I might've caught up my head in a spider's web. The way I spat out the words I had to inorder to save my self wasn't actually saving me. They will kill me.

As I inspected throughout the ways, Kim Seokjin might vote for me, his friends, I don't know. Even if they vote for me, It leaves us with Namjoon's friends. I don't know about the Min Yunki Guy though. I don't even know who he is.

What is going to happen?