Dedicated to AnimePotatoo. Sorry if I confused you, but you'll see why I asked you that one question.

    It wasn't too hard to be the new gal. It just meant you didn't know who and who not to befriend.

     I was one of those new gals. One out of... none.

     And right when I arrived, there were rumors flying everywhere.

     "Uwa... really?!" And, "not that surprised. Do you know them?" Well there were more, but those two the most common. I was also able to get a name or two; Park Jimin and Jeon Jeongguk.

     Now, the last thing you want as a new kid is to already have memorized  those names. That's not a good thing. That means that those boys- or girls- are the two people to be cautious about.

      "You're new, right?" A hand fell right next to my head and onto the locker next to mine.

      "Of course she's new, idiot," another voice, deeper. "We haven't seen her around."

     I turned my head, eyeing the two boys. There was a big difference between the two. Though, they seemed to act like twins. Same stance, look, smirk.

     The one on the left had pitch black hair, hairstyle like Elvis, with plump lips and narrowed eyes. Unlike his friend- who was wearing a black and red tee under his black leather jacket- he had a plain white shirt.

      The other was taller and had bright red hair. His jaw was sharper and had kohl under and around his eyes.

     "So what's ya name?" The boy with black hair asked, casually leaning close to me.

      "It must be a purdy name for a purdy gal," the other mused.

      "It's nothin' special. Get outta my face," I crossed my arms. "Boys like you are terrible."

     "Boys like us?" One gave a pout and a sigh. "What about boys like us?"

      "Always flirting with every gal you see. I think it's just a big joke," I hissed.

      "Those damn rumors." The one with black hair ground his teeth together and smashed his closed gist against the locker close to my face.

      "Hey Jiminie-oppa," a girl came up and purred, throwing her arms around the angry male. "What's wrong?"
 
      So this is the infamous Jimin and Jungkook? I scoff at the girl. "Have fun with them."

      "Hey, hey, hey!" Jungkook grabbed my wrist and immediately let go, looking down. "Can we at least have your name?"

       "Park Hye-Ki," I answered cautiously, slowly backing away with the narrow of my eyes. And then saved by the bell. Literally. The first class bell rang and I turned, sprinting away.

- - - - -

     And just my luck.

     "Hye-Ki!" Jungkook was in my first class. I was already forced to stand at the front and wait for everyone to get inside the room and for the late bell to ring. Now I have to deal with this clown?

      "Sit down, Mr. Jeon," the teacher narrowed his eyes through his glasses.

      "Yes, Mr. Kim," Jungkook winked. Mr. Kim rolled his eyes and adjusted his tie. The bell rang and he scanned the room. "Is everyone here?"

      "Yina isn't here!" A boy zipped his hand up into the air and pointed at one of the empty seats. It was one of the ones that were next to Jungkook.

     "Who cares," Jungkook muttered under his breath.

      "Well... let's began then," Mr. Kim smiled. "As you can see, we have a new student. I would suspect that you all will be nice to her, correct?"

     "Yes, Mr. Kim," echoed around the room.

     "Please introduce yourself."

     "Oh.. er... I'm Park Hye-Ki," I swallowed.

      "Hello, Hye-Ki!" The class shouted at me. Probably a class rule..

      "Sit here!" Jungkook beamed, patting the spot next to him. When I made a hesitant move towards the desk, he violently bit on his lip. Mr. Kim cleared his throat and glared at Jungkook. "That's not good for your lips."

     The boy stopped and licked his poor lip and nodded towards my seat. I shuffled quickly towards it and immediately sat down. Right when my butt hit the seat, the door burst open.

      In came the same gal who was all over Jimin and Jungkook. Jimin's, assuming to be, girlfriend.

      "You're late, Ms. Oh," Mr. Kim stated the obvious, scowling. "Ten minutes exactly."

      "Sorry, Namjoonie. Relationship issues. You can relate, right?" 'Ms. Oh''s lips quirked up.

      Mr. Kim was grinding his teeth together so harshly that you could practically hear his teeth cracking. "You will call me Mr. Kim inside and outside of school."

      "Yina, sit the fuck down," a boy behind Jungkook snapped. He had dusty copper hair and it looked like he hadn't brushed it. "Some of us are actually trying to learn instead of slutting around, and I can't see the board past all your whore."

       Jungkook bit his lip again to keep his lips from forming into a smirk, but I actually couldn't help snorting into my hand, using my hand to cover the smile I wore.

       "Now, Ms. Oh, how about you move your bitch ass aside so I can see the board."

       "You just can't see it because you're short," Yina retorted.

      "I'm short, okay. At least I'm not short on brains, and at least I have a chance with Jimin."

      "Don't you dare bring my Jiminie in this!" Yina gasped, snapped almost instantly.

      "He's not your's, hoe. And don't call him Jiminie. The poor boy..." the boy tsked and shook his head. "Now fucking move!"

      "That's enough, both of you. Yina, sit down. Yoongi, knock it off," Mr. Kim slammed his hands on his desk, quieting the class. "We have wasted fifteen minutes now."

      "Who the fuck is this?" Yina pointed to me.

      "You would've remembered me earlier if you weren't trying to get in people's pants," I replied coolly, removing my hand from my mouth. "But let me introduce myself, 'kay? I'm Park Hye-Ki. You must be the one spreading rumors about Jimin and Jungkook, right?" I gestured towards Jungkook, who was rubbing the nape of of his neck.

      "Who gave you the right to accuse me of such things?" She snapped.

     "I know this is my first day and all, but I'm not stupid. Though the two came onto strongly, they probably figured that I was new and just wanted a friend that didn't talk to them about these so called rumors behind their backs. Then you must've noticed I, a girl, was talking to your precious boys. The way you suggestively wrapped your hands around Jimin means that you wanted more from him. Am I wrong do far?" I paused, looking at her straight in the eye. She lowered her own and didn't said anything, fingers twitching.

      "You tried to, ehem, 'whore around'," I looked Yoongi straight in the eye and then back at Yina," with Jimin. Poor you was rejected, so you threatened him, yet again. 'If you don't kiss me right now, I'll tell the school and my daddy that you harassed me,'" I did a lame imitation of her voice.
 
       "This being Jimin's dream school that he worked so hard to get in, I suppose," I looked at Jungkook for confirmation, who nodded, then continued, "had no choice but to kiss you. And you knew you were late, making the poor guy late also, but you wanted more, huh. How selfish of you.

     Anyways, when you finally let him go of the forced make out session-"

     "How do you know it wasn't even more?" Yina had to nerve to smirk.

     "Oh? Rape? Okay. When you finally let go of him after forcing him to have sex with you, you had to redo your makeup and hair. Then you must've just let the boy alone on the bathroom. He would be devastated and guilt would eat him up," I paused to take a breath. Yina looked horrified, and everyone was listening intensely, glared toward the girl in the center. Even Mr, Kim was listening.

      "Not only did you probably steal his first kiss weeks ago, but now you forced him to give up his virginity," I hummed, looking her straight in the eye. I noticed cameras, realizing I was being recorded.

      When she said nothing, I shook my head with a laugh. "We're being recorded and you're doing nothing to defend yourself? Wow.. so I'm right. I might have to go with Jungkook after school and comfort Jimin." I kicked my legs up. "Do you think he's still in that bathroom? Locked himself in there to-"

        My mouth fell open as Jungkook burst out of his chair and ran straight out of the room. Mr. Kim ran after him, calling for him and saying some ridiculous thing making some kids high with giggles, but I stood up with wide eyes.

      "He didn't lock himself in there," Yina bit her lip.

       "Don't tell me," I waited for her to deny it. "You locked him in there!"

       "Shut off the cameras," Yina snapped. "And you, Hye-Ki, this is your fault. Jimin was happy with me until you showed up."

       I said nothing back. We waited for the two to come back and deny what I had said. The bell rang and the males had never come back.

      Yoongi and I grabbed our stuff and sprinted. Yoongi was leading the way- I don't think he even knew I was following him- until we reached the bathrooms. I surpassed him and ran to the two quickly.

      Jungkook had to catch me and brace himself so we didn't tumble to the ground.

      "Is he really in there?" I asked. Both of them shrugged and Yoongi tried yanking the door open. I searched and looked, finding a tool box. There were no keys, the janitor must've had them, but there was a wrench.

    "I'd be damned if I get kicked out of another school," I muttered and went up to the door.

     "Hye-Ki, that is destroying property!" Mr. Kim warned but I pushed him out of the way and started smashing the lock with the wrench. It broke the knob off, effectively opening the door.

       "Jiminie!" Yoongi and Jungkook rushed in and tore the makeshift gag and binds off.

      "Thanks. I was starting to think I was about to die from choking on my own spit in a damn bathroom," Jimin chuckled and popped his jaw.

      "You gotta gotta thank Hye-Ki. She's the one who found out where you were," Mr. Kim mused.

       "It was crazy! I think she was trying to get back at Yina, but dhe was on point!" Jungkook laughed.

       "Dang. I wish I was there to hear," Jimin sighed, curling in on himself. "I'm glad someone put that bitch in her place."

*To be Continued???????*

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Merry Early Christmas, AnimePotatoo. I hope this clears up your confusion about my random question and I hope you had a good year.

This is also unedited. No one got time for dat.