"God, I hate Math. What's the point in even taking it when half of this school aren't even majoring into anything relevant to mathematics," My best friend, Min, said along with a groan as our teacher babbled on and on about decimals or something. I shrugged, and kept looking out the window to my left. I couldn't stop thinking about him. He was perfect. His hair, his eyes, and that smile. Kwon Ji Young. That's his name. I couldn't forget it. Over the school's girl population talked about him whether it was in the hallways or in the bathrooms. His name was everywhere. Min found him to be a little too obnoxious for her taste, so she was the only odd ball. I didn't really talk to her about him. I was just reserved like that. Although we were best friends, it just felt embarrassing to talk to her about guys, so I usually kept stuff like that to myself. "I mean, seriously, who needs math when majoring for the acting business? I don't understand," Min mumbled to herself. Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. I go to school here in Seoul, South Korea. Reason being is because my parents are in the military, and they're currently overseas. They're close by, so they decided to do me with some host family. The family has been nothing but angels, I just don't appreciate going from country to country. At first it was exciting, but after a while, it got tiring. Min Soo Young is my best friend, my only friend, here in Korea, and we do everything together. Luckily, she could speak English as well as her own language, so that was a plus. Not many kids here spoke English, but the ones that could always waved at me, or helped me when I needed the help. Now for the non English speakers, well....let's just say they gave me sour looks due to my different skin color. It was darker than they had ever seen. In reality, I'm a nice caramel brown color, but to them i'm some dark African. I know enough Korean to pick out what they say about me, and sometimes I couldn't hold in what I had to say, then there were times where I could. It's just a matter of the situation. "What're you thinking about, C?" Min asked as she poked at my side relentlessly. I jumped a little, then turned to her, and shook my head. "Nothing, just tired," I replied back, a lie of course. I always got at least 10 hours of sleep. I'm very studious. Min rolled her eyes, and crossed her arms over her chest. "That's a lie. You're thinking about that JiYoung guy." I blushed slightly, and pushed her arm playfully. "No I'm not, I'm really tired," I continued to lie. She blew out a breath. "Right, whatever. So are you going to audition for YG Entertaient already, or have you even considered doing it?" I sighed, and began playing my pen. "I thought about it, but Min, what's the point? They're not even going to LET me audition because of my-" "Don't say it. I don't wanna hear you say that because it's a lie," She immediately said as she looked at me with firm eyes. "You know that's not true. You have real talent, C. Stop putting yourself down, and making up excuses. You sing better than that one guy, what's his name? Yesang? Yepung? Ya-" I laughed. "Yesung." She rolled her eyes, and waved her hand. "Whatever his name is, you sing way better than him, and he's a freaking Kpop idol." I smiled slightly. "Thanks, but I don't think so, and I don't think that I will audition. I'd rather get through highschool, and go to college like a normal kid." Min shrugged her shoulders, and flipped her long dark brown ponytail over her shoulder. "Whatever you say, but I still think you should audition. You're really good, C." I shook my head, and looked back out the window. 'I wonder what JiYoung is doing right now. Who's he thinking about?' I wondered to myself. - "I hate her so fucking much." My friend, T.O.P, that's what we call him anyway, chuckled, and tapped away at his phone. "Who doesn't? She's always on her period," T.O.P said with another chuckle. I rolled my eyes, and leaned back in my chair as the old bat rambled on and on about some assignment she expected to be turned in Friday. No one was going to do it. Well, I'm not anyway. Mrs. Woo didn't give a crap about her job so why should anyone listen to her? She didn't care about the students, so why should care about her? "Hey," T.O.P looked up from his phone, locked it, and stuffed it in his back pocket. "What's your plan to escape the girls this time?" I looked down at my phone to see a message from Tiffany, my on and off girlfriend. I shrugged my shoulders, and replied to the message while answering him back. "I don't know. Throw my hat to them as a distraction. What about you?" I heard him snort. "I was gonna use you as my distraction." I looked from my phone at him, and pushed him out of his chair with my foot. Mrs. Woo heard the noise, and immediately began scolding T.O.P for causing such 'racket' during her lesson. He looked over at me with a glare. I smirked, winked, and went back to replying to Tiffany. - "That was sooooooooooooooo boring, C. I almost died from boredom," Min complained, leaning on my shoulder as we walked towards our shared locker. I giggled, and reached over, and pat her head. "You're not gonna die, so calm down," I replied. She can be such a drama queen sometimes. She pouted slightly. "But I could've died..." She mumbled like she was hurt by my reply. I smiled. "You'll be fine." Once we reached our locker, as Min went to unlock our locker, I was suddenly pushed into the locker beside ours. Min looked behind her to see the three tramp stamps. Okay, they were the Angels. As if they even deserved such a heavenly name as that. They were demons straight from hell. Tiffany was the leader, but I never really knew what the other two girl's name since they weren't nothing but the EXTRA tramps behind Tiffany. Tiffany and her crew looked at me with smirks. Surprisingly, they could speak really good English. How nice, right? "What's up, dark skin? You should really stay out of our way, or better yet, get out of this country. You don't belong here. I'm surprised you haven't figured this out already. Nobody wants you here, understand? You're an outcast, and you'll always will be." I could the slight sting at the corners of my eyes, but I blinked the oncoming tears away, and stood my ground. "For one, you don't own me. You're just the school's slut. You're nothing. In fact," I stepped closer. "you soil this school's name with your presence." Tiffany's mouth gaped open in shock. Min smirked, and stood to my right with her arms crossed. "That's right, so take your ass on somewhere before you experience an on hand fight. You know? The REAL ones that you see on the streets?" Min said. I held in my laughter until they finally stomped off down the hall. I let it go as soon as they left. Min laughed too. "Damn C, you told her," Min said. I shrugged with a proud smile on my face. "I don't know what got into me. Oh wait...nope. I don't know," I replied. She smiled/shook her head, and opened our locker. Then I remembered something that I wanted to show Min since we did have seven minutes between classes. "Hey Min, I want to show you this dance move that I came up with last night. I wad listening to Lucifer by SHINee last night, and I came up with this rocking move. Let me show you," I turned around, and moved backwards, then fell to the ground. Min dropped down by my side, and looked up at the person I had bumped into with her infamous glare. When she gets mad, she tended to speak in her native tongue. No matter who it was. "Ya! Watch where the fuck you're going, idiot!" She yelled. I looked up to see the poor victim Min was lashing at, and my breath hitched in my throat. ThumpThumpThumpThumpThump went my heart. It was JiYoung! I had bumped into JiYoung! JiYoung wasn't looking at us, instead he was looking down at a cracked phone that laid on it's back helplessly. What did I do...? He picked up his phone, and immediately looked down at me. I could instantly tell that he was beyond angry. His sexy eyes glared down at me in such a way, I felt like falling into an abyss. Luckily he spoke in Korean, so I could barely understand what he was saying. "See!....Fault!....Fuck!....Black!.....Bitch!-" I couldn't hear anything else because before I knew it, I had stood up, and I was immediately in his face. I was beyond pissed. I went full on black. "Don't you EVER, and I mean EVER call me a bitch aain or you will fucking see a bitch. You can call me whatever the hell you want, but that word I won't take. I dint care if you're cute, nothing is worser than a guy's personality." His glare turned to a smirk as his posture slouched to a more relaxed one. When he opened his mouth, and leaned towards my ear, I felt my attraction for him increase beyond any number thought of. "I knew you dark girls were feisty, but you're turning me on more than any girl has ever done," He whispered. I shivered slightly as my breath quickened. My cheeks felt so hot, I thought I was gonna blow up. He was so close...so close I could feel his hot breath on my ear. I just wanted to put kisses all over him, but I had to have better control over my actions. The only way to get a guy is to play hard-to-get, so that was my plan. I pushed him back, and rolled my eyes. "Whatever. Just get to class before I have to slap that fucking smirk off your face." He pouted slightly, then shrugged. "If that's what you want, then I'll go. See you around." God, I didn't want him to go, but it all in the plan. As long as I remembered that, I would have self control. I hoped. When he was out of ear-shot, I was immediately praised by Min who had a ridiculously wide smile on her face. What have I got myself into?

Notes

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