I smiled at him and he already knew what he wanted to do. He leaned in and started kissing me passionately. He pulled away to start escalating the moment.

I couldn't make out who the face was. Jimin? Josh? Whoever it was, it was a hot moment. He-

*BRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNGG!!!!!*

I shot up and threw my alarm clock on the floor. It still didn't turn off. Ugh! How dare it wake me up from my dream!! The distorted alarm clock read 6:30 a.m. . I moved the covers and got outta bed to head to the shower. I knocked on Alex's door.

"Wakeup Alex!" I yelled. Alex did school online. But I still made him maintain a schedule.

After I showered, ate a stale pancake, and pulled on an outfit, I walked my butt to school.

When I arrived at school Lisa and Jennie greeted me and we walked to our first class. English. English was the absolute worst. I hated it. We had to figure out the deep "meanings" of poetry that talks about tying shoes or something. Memorizing vocab words, reading literature that had too much old jargon to understand and thinking problems. I hated it and I was glad after this year I only had one year left in highschool.

We sat in our usual seats, right in the middle. I hate the front and the back so that's where we were. Lizzie's seat was empty next to mine because she was sitting next to her.....boyfriend.

"Okay,"the English teacher began "today we are going to make our own poems. About anything!" She waited for the class' eyes light up. But the didn't . "As you well already know it is Monday, and Monday is poetry class. I want you to use this assignment to pull down from the bottom of your bosums and throw it out, neatly, on the page!" She said excited.

The entire class groaned. This type of poetry was humiliating. We have to read it infront of the class every time. Even if it's too personal. If it's too raw then she would read it but not our names. Our English teacher was always like this. Over excited, using stupid words like bosums.

"This will be a paired poetry assignment!" She exclaimed.

Paired? That doesn't even make sense. It's about our feelings. Why do we need partners?

"Partners are to help everyone out" she resumed "some of us are horrible at poetry and need another person to ask them questions about themselves to pull out the grime that makes poetry ever so sublime."

I rolled my eyes. Partners were never "sublime". She started pulling sticks and I heard Lisa being paired with Josh, Jennie with Lizzie, and me with.......Jhope? Who the- oh yeah. Jhope. I've seen him around, never formally met him but he seemed nice.

I got up and walked over to Jhope.

"Guess we're partners". I said

"Guess we are." He said in a much more bubbly tone than mine. "I'm Jhope."

"I know, I've seen you around. I'm April."

"Oh, well nice meeting you
...maybe not for the first time."

My school was like that. It was so huge to where you can still meet people even in the middle of the year.

"So poetry.... I don't have any thoughts for mine yet. Do you?" I asked

"Oh, sure." He said sweetly.

He started wrighting almost immediately. Jhope seemed so happy and kind. He reminded me a little of Jin. But way more excited. Jin was classy and handsome . Jhope was bright and stunning.

I noticed he already had a page filled out. I bet it was light hearted like he was.

I stared at my own blank paper. I knew I needed some help. I was actually thankful for partners.

"Jhope," I began.

"Hm?" He looked up.

"What are you wrighting about?".

"Oh, umm. I'll let you read it...".

"Kay. Can you help me? I mean, on ideas that is." I asked.

"Sure. Since I don't know you well, you should choose a category. Sad, happy, exciting, love, mysterious.... Then you choose the most important events or feelings to deal with that topic. So basically step 1: how you want your poem to feel ; step 2: your deepest feelings on that topic tying it in with experience."

I was at lost for words. Sure it was simple, but Jhope had to be a wrighter, singer, rapper, or something! I bet his poem is really good. I never thought of poetry in that way.....

I finally wrote my breakup poem.Yes I pulled a Tailor Swift but it was the strongest things tugging at my emotions. It was sloppy and the rhyme was pathetic but it was something. I was going to wright about my abandoment by my parents but I still wasn't ready, and it's been years....

Jhope passed me his poem then took mine. We read each other's.

I dream to make people smile during the bad and the good.
But I'm trapped beneath my bright walls.
I really wish I could smile like I would
If I hadn't met them throughout the halls.
I try to not let them get to me
And I don't show up if that's what they wish
But I know that I'm not really happy
When they shoot at the barrel and I'm the fish
I don't want people to see the pain
I just hope the best for them
But my life has never been fair game.
I've always been underrated
I'm not trying to be vain
Nor be agitated
But I'm struggling to smile and dance
If only they would give me a chance.

I looked up from Jhope's poem.
"Is this going under anonymous? I mean, it's so deep and personal. I really do like it. Even though I have a few questions to be honest."

He smiled and handed mine back to me. "I'll answer your questions in a second."
He left to go somewhere which gave me another chance to read over mine.

You don't understand I'm loosing my mind
While you were out playing with girls acting so innocent and kind
I couldn't believe you did this to me and you were lying the whole time
I wanted to rip out your heart but I guess that would be considered a crime
My everything hurts and you tell me over text?
You dumped me for multiple girls and you went for my best friend next?
You don't understand not to play with girls' hearts
This isn't overwatch and there are no charts
Cheating is lying and lying is sin
But you'll see, you'll regret it, and I will be the one that wins

I wanted to read this to Josh. It was pathetic but it was all I had in me. There was a limit to what I could say. Jhope probably thought I was a huge drama queen but I didn't care. He came back and sat down.

"Hard breakup?" He asked.

"Bullies?" I asked.

"Yep." We both said. Then laughed.

"You know, both of our poems should probably be kept to ourselves." He said.

"Nah. Let's do it anyway. We'll risk it." I said.

I knew it was my turn to go up. Jhope said 'hwaiting!' as a boost of encouragement.

I recited my poem, but when I got to the line that read ' you dumped me for multiple girls and went for my best friend next?' I choked. I felt the tears running. I kept on reading. All eyes were on me, which wasn't normal.

When I finished there was a long pause and the class idiot exclaimed "Joshy, is she calling you out bruh?".

Josh rolled his eyes and wouldn't look at me . That's right Josh. Exposed. And I wasn't going to stop there with this. Him dumping me and acting as if I was trash.

Finally the snaps started. It was something we were made to do after a person finished reciting.

"Good job April. That was very.....um.....raw" the teacher said.

I sat down in my seat. No lie I was proud of myself. A little irritated that I cried but still proud. Jhope looked over at me and smiled. 'Good job!' he mouthed.

I liked Jhope. He was like my spirit animal. He then got up to recite his and I mouthed the same 'hwaiting' to him. He smiled in response then started his poem staring directly to the back of the classroom. I turned around to see Yoongi and Jungkook.

Were they the two he was calling out to in his poem? Couldn't be..... Jungkook was kind and cute while Yoongi was.....tired and handsome. He was a little scary though.

After Jhope finished reciting his poem smoothly the teacher wrapped things up with a lot of homework.

By 11:49 I was headed to the restroom during History. I heard a scream down the hall that startled me. I started to walk in the direction I heard the scream come from.

It was dark and I saw figures run away. But there was one on the ground. I walked over to him.

"Oh my gosh. I'll go get help!" I said running away.