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Present Guy

Present Guy

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Life at school is okay, I mean. There's the pupils, they can be mean but I don't really care. The smelly disgusting canteen food, eurgh. And finally the sports programme, I cannot do sport in order to live. I live off of food and the internet, so don't judge. But the only thing that messes up my mind is this person, who keeps on giving me presents in my locker. I cannot stop myself from not stopping getting frustrated. I have changed my locker code 2 times and I am not that even pretty! Why me? Of all people? Me? "GOSH! WHO THE ACTUAL F ARE YOU?!" I scream in my locker, forgetting the fact that I was doing this in my school, where all people can see me. credits: Cover from Chloe_MinHunHan Idea from CrazyJinshi
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"C'mon, Mrs. Park J-" Your hand comes flying over his mouth. "Can you PLEASE SHUT UP?!" You quickly glance over at Jimin and see him making his way closer to you, towards the door. You pull your hand off of him. "It's Cassie, okay? My name is Cassie, so PLEASE stop calling me that." You push your way past him and file away into the sea of students slowly exiting the room. "Cassie? That's much better than Mrs. Park Jimin. I'm Suga by the way!" "I don't care!" You call out from the crowd. Suga said something you couldn't hear. As you turned your head around to tell him to shut up again you noticed something strange. It was so strange and happened so quickly you weren't even sure if it really happened. It almost seemed like Jimin, who had caught up to the door, was glaring at Suga and it almost seemed like Suga, who was smiling just a second ago, was glaring back. As soon as you blinked to make sure you saw what you saw, the exodus of students had pulled you out of the classroom and the door swung closed. There was no way that really happened, right? What did a poor, scholarship punk have to do with rich, star athlete Jimin?

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