I blinked a few times, staring at her in confusion and shock. I opened my mouth to quickly apoligise.
"Watch where you're going," she sneered. My brows furrowed at the rude tone of her voice stained with disdain, feeling a rush of anger arise inside my chest. I gritted my teeth.
Deep breaths, jennie, deep breaths. You promised mom that you wouldn't fight anymore, remember?
"I didn't see you," I growled coldly, throwing her just a cruel of a glare. I knew deep down that it was my fault for bumping into her, but her foul mouth and haughty attitude was making it hard for my already big enough ego to choke out an apology.
She leaned in towards me, narrowing her eyes.
"The hell are you crying for?"
It was only then that I realised that my tears had escaped the rims of my eyes. I quickly wiped my cheeks with my sleeve, swallowing the lump in my throat.
"It's none of your concern" I muttered, bending down to pick up V's old exam papers.
I could see every mark that was circled in bright red.
100/100, 100/100, 100/100, 100/100. Oh look, another 100/100.
Jisoo bent down and picked one up.
"Kim Taehyung," she murmured under her breath. She then glanced towards me. "Why do you have her papers?"
"Why should you care?" I snorted.
"I asked you a question," she growled in a husky voice.
"And so did I."
"Why do you have her papers?" she repeated in a more demanding tone.
"Ms. Go gave them to me," I sighed, finally standing back up and snatching the one that she held in her hands.
"Why would she give these to you?"
"That's none of your business, now is it?" I smirked. I was about to leave, but she grabbed me by the arm and slammed me against the wall, slamming her hand only inches away from my face, leaning dangerously close to me. Her grey eyes were clouded with frustration and anger, making me gulp.
"Don't make me repeat myself," she hissed through her teeth, her voice almost coming out as a growl. "Why did Mr. Go give you V's old exam papers?"
That does it, Class Prince or not, I had my limits.
I pushed her away, surprised by how hard her chest felt but pretended not to be impressed, straightening my back so that I wouldn't seem so short.
"Well, jisoo, why don't you try using that genius brain of yours and look at her last name? Taehyung and I have the same last name, do you not see it written all over his papers, you good for nothing twat faced, bimbo?! Are you blind or something? Do you not know how to read?" I snapped, my voice involuntarily rising. "Well then, let me help you out a bit. He's my brother, my older brother. My B-R-O-T-H-E-R, BROTHER," I shouted, releasing all my anger. "Now will you back the fuck off and give me some personal space? Breathing the same air as you is suffocating enough, so do me a favor and just back. The. Fuck. Away."
Her brows furrowed and she had a surprised, yet, somewhat amused look on her face. I realised that I just yelled at her and I think that I might have called her a bimbo somewhere in between, but I was so fired up that I was just blurting the first thing that came to mind. I quickly stormed away, locking myself in the girl's bathroom to finally catch my breath. I could still feel the adrenaline course through my body as I paced back and forth, my heart beating quicker than it was supposed to. But something was telling me that it wasn't because I was scared or because I just ran down the halls.
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The Class Prince
Lãng mạnThe class prince, A charming woman who always sleep at class yet she would always had the perfect grade. Everytime she would go inside the class everyone would look at her like she's the first woman who became a prince from the girls. Jennie a new s...
