(Completed) Mr. Kim

3 Three

"Hey Jungkook!"
I looked up. Jimin and his friend group were standing next to me, lunch trays in their hands, Jimin being the only one with a smile on his face.

"May we sit here?"

Jimin and his friends are the populars here.
He's the golden boy, Namjoon's the smart but hot nerd, Hoseok is the nice but hard-to-get flirt, Yoongi is the mean but sweet grump, and Jin is the angry but caring older figure.

I knew why they were here.
They never glanced at me once ever since I came to this school.
I glance at Mr. Kim, who I caught hurriedly trying to pretend he wasn't looking at me by turning away quickly.

You see, Jimin was Mr. Kim's cousin, and I'm pretty sure he sent them over here saying that I needed friends. No wonder everyone else has a frown except for Jimin.

Jimin practically loves Mr. Kim.
"No. They're all taken by my fat ass, so you all can walk away." I say, hearing a few giggles from a few of them.

Jimin still smiles at me, but I can still see the clear tick in his jaw.
"We're over here only because my cousin wants us over here ok bitch? Nobody wants to hang out with a psychopath like you who kills their father for no fucking good reason, so stop acting all high and mighty and get off of that high horse you're on."

My eyes don't widen in surprise like they expect. I knew there was a dark side to him. No one could be that nice all the time.

"Sit wherever you like." I tell them, and they surround me, setting their trays on the table, sitting in the seats afterwards.

They began eating, and that's when I stood up.
"But I never said that I'll eat with fake bitches like you." I say, leaving them all shocked.

Not having a lunch in the first place, I walk away from the table, towards the exit.
I pass by Mr. Kim, and I give him and unsatisfied look, which makes him look away from me before I completely leave.

I sigh, walking away to a spot that I like on campus. It's an empty field of grass that nobody goes to because there was a rumor that I killed my dad here.

It was actually where my mom was buried, but we're not going to talk about my problems.
I sit down next to my mom's grave, searching my pockets for my mirror.

I pull it out, moving my face to the side to see if anything was showing.
Thankfully nothing was, so I put my mirror back into my pocket with a content grunt.

"Why do you always do that?"
I quickly look behind me to see Hoseok, one of the populars standing behind me.

I turn back around, not interested.
"Do what."
"Check your face. Are you getting abused or something? You always seem to have makeup on."
I slightly tense, but I look at him now, completely annoyed.

"You don't just go around saying that to people."
"Well are you?"
I stare at him, but I don't say anything, not wanting to talk about my private life.

"So you are! No wonder you're always alone!!" He claims.
"No dipshit! I just don't want to fucking talk to you. You're irritating me."
He looks at me surprised, clearly not expecting me to say that.

When he just stands there stupidly, I stand up myself and I roll my eyes, purposely pushing past him to start my way to my first class.

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Lynn~~