(Completed) Mr. Kim

4 Four

It's been a week and Jimin's group is still bothering me.
I don't know what to do anymore.

Mr. Kim kind of avoids me now, which is weird because he's never done that before.
I'm not worried about him, I'm just curious about why he's doing it only now.

I've learned to accept that the popular squad will follow me wherever I go, and that's gotten me to be quite the center of attention.

I boredly rested my head on the palm of my left hand as I stared up at the group of girls that were currently glaring at me from across the room.

"And? It's not like I want them by me. Since you and I are so bothered by it, why don't you steal their attention away from me then?" I continue the conversation, really wanting to go to sleep.

They're surprised by my suggestion, as they slowly unfold their arms and stare at me in surprise.

"You're lying! You're the one who told them to sit with you!! You're just a fake attention seeking bitch!!" A girl in the back said, not believing anything I just said.

"You really think that me, the loner/outsider who killed his father, would be able to get a group like them to sit with me just by asking them?? That's a laughable statement."

The bell rang, signaling that they should go to their own classes, since they weren't from mine.

They leave me be, and I close my eyes shut tiredly. I didn't get much sleep last night since I was on the phone with my grandmother.

I open my eyes and unzip my backpack, grabbing my notebook for English.
Wait-this is Mr. Kim's class.

And as I look up, standing a few feet away from me, was indeed Mr. Kim.
He didn't look at me. Instead, he started to teach the class, not even giving me the simple hello like he would usually do.

Honestly it had me worried.
But I can't dwell on that, I didn't even like the way he was bothering me in the first place.

With that in mind, I take my eyes off of him and focus on the lesson.
Thirty minutes into the lesson, my eyes are still surprisingly open, though I'm not taking any notes.

My eyes are on Mr. Kim for some reason, but they quickly look at the door, seeing the school administrator standing there, a tight grey pencil skirt with a white blouse on her body, her hair in a tight ponytail, her fingers curled around a clipboard, and her feet clad in black high heels.

She looks at me, her red stained lips in a straight line while her old lady glasses slide down her crooked nose.

"Jeon Jungkook, the principal would like to see you in his office right now. Take your stuff, since you're not coming back here."
The class was looking at me, some with confused or annoyed expressions, while others whispered possibilities.

I stand up, collecting my stuff, walking past Mr. Kim in a calm manner.
After I reach her she shuts the door to the classroom, my tired form following her frantic one.

We reach the office in three minutes. She stops, letting me walk past her before she walks in behind me, shutting the door.

She approaches her desk and gets back to work, making my ears ring in irritation at the clicking sound of the keyboard.

"Jeon Jungkook?"

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Lynn~~