hey guys.

this is kinda an important note so please read:

since school is back for me, meaning i have homework and exams, my updates will kinda be sporadic. I'll be trying to upload on the weekends when I can and will try my HARDEST to be consistent with all my books. don't give up on me.

ive also been having a pretty horrible start to my morning so my whole mood has been bleh so this chapter might be bleh.

but nevertheless, hope you enjoy.

sorry for grammar mistakes

(I don't remember what I named the school if i even named it lol)

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When I woke up the next morning, I concluded today was going to be a terrible day.

To be honest, I didn't even wanna go to school, more or less show my face to people who think I'm a joke or hear Watered-Down-Y/n whenever I walk to class too.

I didn't want to do Jeon Jungkook's homework, I didn't wanna see my friends, and I damn sure didn't wanna see Bae and Jimin all lovely like last night when he kissed her or when she kissed him. Does it matter? Bottom line: I didn't wanna do anything but sleep, the one thing I didn't do all night.

But the note on the counter from my mother with her horrible handwriting told me I had to go to school and that she wouldn't be home for a few days, and she also left a fifty dollar bill in the pantry bowl. I wondered where she was going this time and with who she was spending her time with and when it would end up in the newspaper again that my mother is quite a shitty parent.

I don't even know why the newspaper in this town was even called "news". It practically just dug up information and dirt about everybody living here and used their private life to make headlines and money like a TMZ or paparazzi reporter. I had my name there one too many times but the most leading family on there was of course the Parks with their amazing success and how they are changing the city from rags to riches in this place.

God, this made going to school even worse.

Downing my last bit of liquid courage, aka my coffee, I slowly pull into the school parking lot, dread and anxiety already filling my bones. My car jutted back and forth against the gravel before settling down right in front of the red cone. A heavy sigh leaves my lips.

The parking lot was mostly deserted, only a few dudes in leather jackets chilling around the corner and some stoners hiding behind the thick, green bushes right in front of the school sign were lingering around and I was so grateful for that. I was somewhat late to class, the final bell rang at 8:05 and it was currently 8:10 but I didn't really care much, my lazy appearance spoke that much for me.

Running a hand through my hair, I open my car door while grabbing my bag from the passenger seat and slam it shut. I sling my bag over my shoulder just as I pull my hood up, containing my messy hair from whipping me in the face due to the change in weather.

The sky looked more depressing than usual with it's sad, dark blue color and puffy clouds that hide the sun that deserved to be shining today. It only added to my shitty mood.

I step inside, sleep still running wild in my veins, and head straight for the main office knowing I have to grab my late slip but a tap on my shoulder has me spinning around and shutting my eyes in agony.

"Jeon Jungkook, can this wait? I'm late." My tone is so lifeless that the boy raises a brow at me but the adorable smile rimmed on his full lips doesn't leave his face, only pretending he isn't as vicious as he truly is.

"Y/n," He smoothens his dark locks with his hand, the strands bristling his tan forehead, "I was wondering where you were. Do you have my shit? I need to show it to Ms. Ruo or she won't approve of me playing tonight."

Oh right. The football game.

ULE High School's first annual football game of the year days before homecoming was the pivotal standpoint that truly started the school year. With colorful black and blue stripes on our faces, our cheerleaders jumping up and down, and the junior and senior football team made up of all hot guys with their sexy faces made our school even cooler to the people we were versing.

Every year, we'd play against the regional high school next to us and lose due to our sucking team and the school spirit would die as quickly as it started. I'd never been to one of the games before but from what some classmates told me, our principal cried so hard last year when we missed the win by three points. The coach apparently threw is clipboard.

(A/N: my schools football team sucks. it's so embarrassing.)

But now, things have changed. Our school actually has hope.

Since Jeon Jungkook, Park Jimin, and Kim Taehyung
aren't sophomores anymore, they are officially eligible to sign up and play for our school. The staff, school, and principal actually think we have a good chance with those boys taking home the gold cup this year but to be honest with you, I don't think they can pull it off. We haven't won a gold cup in like years.

Nevertheless, here's my dilemma.

If Jeon Jungkook can't pass his classes nor complete his homework, he can't play (as does the same rules apply to every boy on the football team) and if he can't play that means I didn't do his work or in his words "help him out" and he will most likely tell the school it's my fault and everybody will blame me for our school losing again and Jungkook not being able to play.

Exciting right?

I guess you could say we all have parts to play in this story and I just happen to be the character will the most shittest one.

I need more coffee and a ton of it right now.

Wait, scratch that. I need to go home.

A part of me doesn't care what my mother would say if she found out I skipped, the woman is never home and my car is right out those doors and relaxing in the lot.

Ugh, fuck this.

"Here," I pull the paper out from my bag and shove it into the chest of the muscle pig in front of me, "Now leave me alone."

Jungkook's hand replaces mine on his chest and for a second as I pull back, our fingers brush and I flinch. I back up to put some well needed distance between us.

His eyes scan over the assignment before they find mine. "You did all of it right?"

"Yep, Jeon, just like you said."

He smiles, "Look at you, being the adorable nerd you are."

"Look at you," I cross my arms, "being the best dickwad you are."

"Watch it." He growls, "I still have the video~"

I immediately tense at his words. I can't believe I forgot about that for a second. I fucking hate this prick even more. I don't get how girls could even want him. This man has leverage over everybody in this town because of his parents and social status and there is not a damn thing anybody can do about it.

"Just fuck off okay? I need to get to class." I don't wanna stand anywhere near him any longer and I don't wait for him to respond as I start to walk in another direction. I don't even take a step when he tugs me back and we are standing in the hallway once again.

"Listen," His sweet, endearing voice makes me want to die, "Even though I have the video of you, which by the way is the best kept secret known to man, don't forget I know you're screwing my best friend."

Death seems so much easier at this point.

"We aren't fucking, not anymore at least." I lie but Jungkook sees right through it. He sees right through me.

"Do you honestly expect me to believe that?"

I give him a look and start walking. I'm pretty sure I have music first class which is fucking great. Jungkook follows, taking only big two strides to match my pace.

"That's besides the point, Y/n. Point is~ Tae, Jimin, and I need to stay on the team and you're one of the  smartest girls in school. If my boys need help, you will help them. Whether it's homework, studying, coaching, whatever...I need them in the right headspace especially Jimin."

I roll my eyes as I climb the stairs, "Jimin isn't my problem and neither is Taehyung."

"I will make it your problem then." He threatens. I freeze at his hard tone and give him another look, one I hope he sees as hate and disgust. "And right now, I need you to solve one of them."

"What?" I grit my teeth and cross my arms.

"You know Bae, one of my groups' best friends, hottest girl in school, Jimin's future wife? The one who you can't possibly stand your presence?"

"How can I forget her?" I say in a sardonically.

He ignores me, "She's a distraction, too much of one. I need you to make sure Jimin and her don't get together. Friends with benefits, maybe, but not a couple, not until the season is over."

I laugh. I laugh so hard I'm nearly falling over, catching myself on the railing. I stand upright after a minute and wipe my eyes.

"You tell me how the fuck I do that?"

"You know how. Jimin just needs sex, you guys fuck, keep him focused on that, not Bae, sort of like a secret competition. And if he needs anything else, you help him, you help my best friend."

"And if I refuse?" I don't even know why I asked that. I know I can't refuse, I never can so it's pointless to even think so.

Jungkook takes a sharp and short step towards me so now we are chest to chest, his eyes narrowing down to meet mine while mine looking up to meet his. He's so close, I can feel his breath on my forehead as he pants, his smile now completely vanished, a look of anger flashing on his features.

"That video I have of you will be on every social media platform for everybody to see before you can even blink. Don't test me sweetheart."

I open my mouth to say something but nothing comes out, like my mind can't formulate a damn comeback. I press my lips together and push at his chest, wiping my hands on my clothes once I remove them from his body. He barley moves, only taking a step back.

"Okay."

"Okay?" He's smiling again.

"Okay, now please let me get to class. I'm already late as it is." I sigh and try to somehow shrink into my clothing. I wanna hide away from the world.

I don't choose to go to the office anymore and decide that I should just go to class. The sooner I get away from Jungkook, the better I'll somehow feel.

As I turn up and make my way up the rest of stairs, Jungkook calls for me one last time.

"Y/n, I really have to thank you. Because of you, we're going to win the gold cup this year. Your—what's the word," Jungkook taps his chin in thought before he blinks up at me, "Incredible. Hope to see you at the game tonight."

I watch as he disappears down the stairway.

After he leaves, I practically sprint to class.

When I open the classroom door, all eyes fall onto my form and I instantly cringe. I hate when people just stare, it's like ew stop. Eventually they all turn away and only then do I realize we're in our designated groups, everybody being split up and divided into each corner of the room.

I see my group by the guitars and ukuleles, no smiles or laughter coming from them, just pure boredom and glares but when they see me, all their heads turn.

My heart races when Jimin and I lock eyes. His brows are scrunched up to his forehead and his dirty blonde hair is strewn all over his forehead so it covers his eyes but he still watches me. He's in some tight jeans that look like it's suffocating his thighs and a black hoodie that has words "NEVERMIND" in bold, white caps.

A huge frown is etched on his bright red lips and only grows when his eyes continue to bore into mine. I look away and turn to the teachers desk.

"Y/n, glad to see you could join us," Mr. Chung says, looking up from his papers on his cluttered filled desk, "Late slip?"

"The office didn't have any left." I lie and Mr. Chung shakes his head.

"Well, that's okay. We're working on the musical ideas with our groups today for the remainder of class so just go find your group."

"Okay. Do you think I could use the bathroom?"

I need to get away.

"Sure, just set your stuff down first and then you can head out."

I bow and move into the direction of my group. Taehyung and Jimin are sitting across from Joon and Jaemin which leaves one chair empty at the head of the rectangle desk. The seat happens to be between Jimin and Jaemin. I approach with shaky hands and sad look on my face. Joon is the first to greet me.

"Y/n! I'm so glad, you're here! I thought we'd have to do this project without you today!" Unexpectedly, she pulls me into a bone crushing hug and I wince, patting her back softly.

"Hey." I practically yank her off me and sit, "So what did you guys get done while I was gone?"

"Not much." Joon says, moving the laptop over to me. I see my notes from yesterday and a few random blurbs of the script they started making. "I think we've decided Jaemin as Romeo? Right guys?"

Taehyung looks up from his phone and at me, nodding his head.

"Yeah. I don't mind playing." Jaemin says, touching my hand, "Why were you late? Long night or something?"

I pat his hand, "Yeah. I couldn't get much sleep."

Suddenly, another hand lands on my other one.

"Y/n," Jimin clears his throat, "Can I talk to you? In private?"

"No," I say, pulling both my hands into my lap, "I have to use the bathroom so can you guys try to figure out who else is playing who until I come back?"

"Sure," Jaemin gives me a smile, running a hand through his fading red hair, "Anything for you."

Jimin clears his throat again.

I leave the classroom and take a quick turn down the hall and into the girls restroom. I don't really need to pee, I just need to breathe, like actually breathe.

Being in the same room with Jimin will always be difficult, A: because I sort of have feelings for him (my childhood best friend) B: Because he doesn't feel the same way and C: Last night at his parents and Bae.

I rush into the large handicap stall and sit on the toilet, trying to gather my screwed up thoughts together.

A part of me is embarrassed.

Embarrassed because Jungkook has that stupid video hanging over my head and he is able to control every aspect of my life. I'm embarrassed because of my mother. I'm embarrassed because I truly think I am good for nothing and I'm just fucking embarrassed that this is my life, my very fucked up life.

The day just started and it feels like the whole world is collapsing. God, I wish didn't come to school.

A tear rolls down my face as my eyes blur together and for a second it feels like I might have a panic attack in this bathroom.

I miss my dad. My dad would know what to do, he always did when I was a kid. I wish he was still here with me, that I didn't have to face this shit all alone.

Another tear rolls down my face and slips into the lining off my mouth. I wipe my eyes frustratingly with my sleeve but more tears come. I sniffle.

Suddenly, a knock at the door door has me startled and gasping in confusion as I stare the light blue door that is filled with a bunch of graffiti from students.

When I don't answer, there's another knock.

"Y/n?"

Jesus fucking Christ I can never catch a break in this godforsaken world. I throw a middle finger up in the air hoping Jesus can see it and sigh.

"Y/n?" Park stupid Jimin calls again and I groan internally, scrubbing my face with my sleeve so all the tears disappear and I'm most likely going to be left with a rather flushed face. "Can you open the door? Please? I just wanna talk to you."

I stand up and shuffle to the door, tripping over my feet like a dumb dog. My hand hovers over that latch but I don't open it, I'm too afraid too.

I can feel my heart drum against my ribcage, banging on my body just to be let out. It feels like I'm going to be sick or something.

Jimin must honestly be pretty shameless if he's fine barging into the girls bathroom knowing any girl could walk in here and report him. They probably wouldn't though because he's Park Jimin and it's a privilege to even get the chance to look at him.

"Love, just—"

He stops talking when I open the door and we're face to face. He's slightly taller than me so I have to look up to him. He's biting his lip, his eyes hard as they stare into mine before he is pushing me back into the compartment and shoving me against the wall.

He presses his body against mine and traps me and I fidget, immediately breaking eye contact. I don't get why I opened the door. I don't want to be near him right now.

Jimin takes both of my wrist and maneuvers it into one of his hands before bringing it up over my head and slamming them into the wall. I grunt and breathe heavy as his other hand goes to touch my cheek, his rings burning slightly against my irritated skin.

"You're crying." He murmurs and I turn away from him. He grabs my chin and turns it back to him.

"Jimin, let me go." He doesn't let me go. I fight against his grip but he's much stronger and overpowers me, keeping me completely still.

"Y/n, I just wanna talk to you. Relax."

I laugh humorlessly, "I don't want to talk to you. Frankly, I don't even wanna look at your face, Jimin. Go back to class."

He drops my hands and they come sliding back down to my sides. He takes my face instead and lifts my head up as his leans down. Our foreheads rest on one another.

"I'm sorry about last night," his voice is so soft that it tugs at my heart, "My dad he was out of line like he always is and I don't want to make excuses for his behavior."

"It's fine," I say while shutting my eyes, "It's not your fault."

"You were our guest and it's not fine. My mother would love to have you over again though. She misses you a lot, couldn't stop screaming at my dad about how much of an asshole he was to you."

"It's—"

"Stop saying it's fine," he sighs lifting his head off mine and sliding his hands down to my neck. "I also saw Bae last night, didn't even realize she was coming over? Did you run into her when you were leaving?"

Oh yeah. Bum ass Bae.

The realization of them touching and kissing each other, her lips sealed against his hits me hard and I can't help but pull his hands off me and walk to the other end of the stall trying to create some distance between us.

The idea of ending our friends with benefits thing comes to mind and a large portion of me wants to do it but Jungkook's words and voice invades my mind. I bite the inside of my cheek so hard I can taste blood and force the urge to say something down.

I know Jeon Jungkook doesn't make empty threats.

I turn around and leans against the stall door.

I ignore the question Jimin asked before and ask him one of my own.

"Are you guys together? You and Bae?"

Jimin purses his lips.

"I-We-No. We're not together," I think he sees the doubt on my face because he continues, "She's my best friend and I know she has feelings for me but we don't work, at least not now, and if we were together, I wouldn't cheat on her."

Well, it's glad to know I'm not breaking up a relationship.

I can't help but think Jeon Jungkook wants me thrown into the crossfire of twisted love affair on purpose. If Bae ever found out Jimin and I were fooling around, she'd murder me. Like gut me in the woods and bury me six feet under where nobody would find me and Jungkook knows that he can tell her anytime that he'd like too because once again, he's in control.

"You're thinking too much, look," Jimin approaches me, footsteps fast and urgent, "I like what we have going here. I like having sex with you and I like kissing you and I like it not meaning a damn thing because it's just nothing."

Way to break a girl's heart:

Say every moment with her is nothing.

Way to go Park.

"Yeah, me too," I lie for the millionth time today because it seems like it's the only thing I got going for me, "And it would be pretty horrible if anybody found out."

I don't know what I'm saying at this point.

Jimin small smile falters at my words but as soon as I see it, it's gone and he's smiling again.

"Of course," his voice is quiet, "Great minds think alike, Y/n, I'm glad we're on the same page."

We aren't, Jimin.

I like you, I like you so much it hurts, is all I want to say but I don't. I hold it in. I'm already having a bad day and saying this would only make it worse.

"Yeah." I whisper.

"Could you do me a favor though?" He says and buries his fingers deep into my hair. He pulls me so our lips our brushing against one another and I feel blinded just by the feel of him on my skin.

His fingers rest on my cheek as I shut my eyes and lean onto my toes to kiss him.

"What?" I mumble breathlessly.

"My first football game is tonight and the whole schools coming. I was hoping you'd come too."

I pull away just a fraction so I can see his face. I raise a brow.

"What? Why? Football isn't my scene."

"Come for me. I have a feeling you being there as my good luck charm will help us secure a win against regional."

I shrug my shoulders, "Sure, whatever you want. Now kiss me."

I wrap my arm around his neck and lean into him. Just as our lips are about to touch, Jimin pulls away.

"Wait, wait, wait, one more thing."

I groan and lean back onto the wall.

"What?!"

"There's gonna be a party at my place afterwards. You're invited, just so you know. I hope I also see you there as well."

"That I'm not going too, Jimin."

I will most likely be slaughtered there.

"Y/n please-"

"If you win, I'll be there and if you don't, I won't." Is all I say before pulling his mouth to mine and kissing him.

Our football teams sucks so much, I have no faith we'll win so I have nothing worry about.

Right?

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end of chap.

i think the next chap will be my second favorite out of this book.