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Chapter 2: Transfer?

Hoseok exclaimed, "PARK JIMIN!"

"Who the heck is Park Jimin?" I asked. Apparently, my question baffled him. He spun around to face me with an incredulous look on his face. Was my question that stupid?

"Girl, you being serious?" he gasped, "Park Jimin is the son of the CEO of Channel! One of The most popular clothing brands in the world." I knew about Channel, the clothing brand, but not Jimin.

"But, like, how do you know about him, though?"

"His father made him one of the most prestigious models of Channel. It's because of his dashing looks and skill as a model, many people around the world bought their products. Rumor has it, he has a gift for the business industry. He might as well be the heir of the company!"

"Wow, and I'm the lucky person who gets to show him around campus," I sighed. How did I get to be in charge of showing the son of a CEO around campus? Sure he looks model-like, I suppose, but what am I supposed to talk about with him? Well, I guess that'll make it easier for me to focus more on the school than what he likes.

Everyone glared at me, mainly girls. Their eyes bore envy, piercing the very depth of my soul. Ugh, high school girls being themselves per usual. I just rolled my eyes and focused on Jimin, who was about to introduce himself to us.

"Mr. Park, please introduce yourself to the class," Mr. Bang raised his voice, attempting to sound louder than the class. Jimin examined the classroom, I bet he's acting as if he's better than everyone. We already have a surplus amount of people like that. He raised his arms and ran it through his, clearly not dress coded, dark brown hair with purple highlights. I swear I heard all the girls squeal like pigs behind me.

He cleared his throat and stated in a monotone voice, "Hello, my name is Park Jimin. Please take good care of me."

A girl shouted from the back, "Oh, don't worry, we'll definitely take good care of you." Hoseok held back his giggle, and I scrunched my nose in disgust.

"Okay, Jimin, you can sit in front of Kim Jisoo," Mr. Bang advised, pointing to Jisoo with the biggest, ostentatious smirk ever. I could see her checking herself in her mirror. She raised her hand while making a sickly-sweet voice, "Hi, Iʻm Kim Jisoo," (AN: i love jisoo with all my heart but I wanted someone knew to play the "mean girl" instead of jennie. this means no hate to her.💜)

Jimin walked to his desk with his literal million-dollar outfit and ignored Jisoo as she attempted to talk to him. He placed his designer backpack on his desk, I held in my obnoxiously loud snort when he did that. Luckily, Hobi kicked me, replacing my laughter with pain.

"MIA. OH. MY. GOD," Hobi whispered furiously, shouting once more at me for one of his pet peeves. He always hated my laughs.

"What," I respond while secretly scrolling through my phone.

"You're guiding the Park Jimin around the school. You're so lucky."

"Am I really?"

"Now you can come back with a boyfriend after this. Specifically Park Jimin."

"Wha-" Well, I was going to say something, but Mr. Bang had to interrupt.

"Now Ms. Lim, you are assigned as his tour guide around the school. No funny business or I might have an unexpected pop quiz in store for the class."

"Yes, Mr. Bang, no funny business."

"Good."

The second bell rang. Advisory is over now. I have Study Hall first, followed by science, English, and Physical Ed. Ugh, of course, I have to send my precious Study Hall, more like sleeping time for me,