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Jimin's POV

Our school is not like any other high school. Not only do we have a Romeo and Juliet feud going on, but unlike any other normal school, our football games are not with opposing schools— it's against the cliques. Lesbians and Gays, or as I call them, the LGs vs. Straights. The same match every week. We even have different cheerleaders with different colored uniforms! Our LG cheerleaders sport the colors of the rainbow, while the straight cheerleaders wear plain black and white. The whole school has a side to pick. A bench to sit at. A chosen clique.

All except for me. I have found a loophole. A way to survive on both sides. You see, when I'm sitting with the straight jocks, I transform into a confident, baseball-cap wearing, baggy-jean sporting straight boy who has nothing on his mind but girls and football. However, that afternoon —much like a caterpillar going through metamorphosis— I become an entirely new person.

I am greeted by the opposing team at school with open arms and the daily tea about the scandals happening around school. I weave my way through life between these two sides, the only person who plays for both teams. How? I'm bi. Or at least, that's what everyone around me has decided. Between you and me, it's rather exhausting to constantly being put on two acts.

In the morning I'll have to endure Jackson describing in explicit detail the firmness of the girl's tits he felt up at the club the night before, and in the afternoon I'll be expected to be a fountain of unlimited knowledge about Lady Gaga— my supposed "queen". But in a school which is so cutthroat, you have to find your identity fast, and stick with it.

And so I'm the school's token "bi" boy.

I'm Jimin, liked by everyone for being someone he isn't. This identity keeps me safe. It gives me flexibility to work out who the hell I am. I avoid the homophobic slurs of the straight boys while still keeping a good repertoire with the LG kids in case I ever need to shelter with them.

One thing which no one will ever tell you about: being the school's messenger between the two sides is how boring gossip can get. As I walk in school, I'm already being ushered over to Jackson and his gang of football idiots to look at a nude one of Jackson's infinite girls has sent him. Taehyung and Jungkook are both gawking over the size of her breasts, Namjoon is admiring her hips, and BamBam is simply critiquing her choice of lighting.

"I mean if you're going to send nudes, you might as well turn on a lamp!" he argues as the bell rang for class, and I roll my eyes at his pettiness.

However, I can't even let my act drop for a minute as Hoseok rushes around the corner, dragging me by my arm to come and gossip with him on the way to math.

"You'll never guess who was found sucking dick on Saturday! Taeyong, that boy in the year above. He's so sexy, I might cry, I can't believe he swings our way," Hoseok gushes, his mind probably rushing at the speed of light coming up with various sexual fantasies.

Hoseok is kind of like the leader of the LG clique. He has this quality where he is able to talk to pretty much anyone —except the straight kids, of course— and as we walk to class, every other person stops to say hi to him. I may just about survive in school, but Hoseok thrives. He makes this place his bitch. His stage. His own personal concert.

"We need to get you some dick so you can stop looking at those nasty vaginas!" Hoseok muses as we enter the class, which is full of shouting teenagers full of too many hormones.

I hate it when he says stuff like that, just like how I hate whenever Jackson or one of his cronies talks about how he'll find a girl to "fix" me. In a school that feuds, being part of both sides has it downsides. You may be accepted, but both side will be set on converting you.

As formulas and theories pass over my head, I wonder what would happen if I came into school as myself for once. The nerdy, shy, dance-obsessed boy who couldn't really give a damn about his sexuality. Dick or vagina, it all seems so trivial to me. That fact that the school is divided along which one you're attracted to is like people arguing about which colour they like.

But no one will ever voice that opinion, because if being part of a feud isn't bad enough, having both sides attacking you is much worse. As shallow or superficial as it may sound, I know that by keeping my head down I can avoid a fate worse than not being true to myself— being an outcast. The bell rings, snapping me out of my own existential crisis about the politics of the corridors, and I wave goodbye to Hoseok absentmindedly before heading out to the football field where I promised I would go to watch Jackson and the boys train.

I mean there's no harm in watching a bunch of gorgeous, sweaty boys run around in minimal clothing, right?

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A cheeky insight into the dynamics of how the highschool works!

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