Watch out little liars, Fall Formal is coming up and I've got secrets to spill ;)
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"Um, Sunsaeng-nim I was wondering about my Industrialization essay. I-I talked to you about it after school." Jisoo piped, fiddling with the straps of her book bag. Wang Jinho, her history teacher glanced over at her upon hearing Jisoo's voice.

He cleared his throat. "A-Ah, yes Jisoo. I'll have your grade fixed as soon as possible."

"Thank you." She looked at her feet awkwardly before leaving the classroom.

Jennie was leaning against the lockers outside the history classroom, smug smile on her face.

"Still hooking up with teachers? I must say, that's impressive."

Jisoo's eyes widened, rushing over to Jennie almost immediately. "Jennie! Keep it down would you? I trusted you with that secret!"

"I know, but whose secret is safe anymore at this point?" Jennie hinted, Jisoo looked at her sharply.

"You've been—"

"Of course I'm getting text messages. I think everyone is getting some sort of text message from X's and O's. I'm betting so has Lis and Chaeng."

"Do you think this person is being serious?"

"I-I don't know. Probably not." Jennie admitted reluctantly, this did nothing to ease Jisoo.

Jennie always knew what was going on, the fact that she didn't (for once) made Jisoo uneasy.

"Y-You didn't tell anyone, right?"

"Of course not. I'm not that cruel."

"Okay. Thanks. I should probably go now. I have English now."

"If you need me I'll be at the mall."

"You're skipping class?"

"You act like I've never done that before." Jennie said with a shrug, fiddling with the purse in her hand.

Jisoo smiled meekly. "Sorry, it's been a while. I don't know if you noticed, but the rest of us lost touch after you left."

"I did notice. I take to an esteem now that I was what brought you all together." She paused, checking the time. "I believe Miss 4.0 has a class to get to. After school, like ush?" She asked, abbreviating for the term 'usual'.

Jisoo nodded, running her teeth over her lower lip. Jennie smiled. "Great. Toodles!"

"Bye." Jisoo and Jennie parted directions. Jennie tossed her hair behind her in odd satisfaction, enjoying the way people eyed her as she walked down the hallway. Whether it was out of admiration or fear, it didn't matter to her.

Good attention and bad attention were hardly different. You still got attention.

"Oh? Miss Perfect skipping class? I never thought I'd see the day."

Jennie paused in her tracks, just a few feet outside the school. Turning around slowly, she was in contact with Kim Taehyung. He was leaning against the support beams of the outside courtyard, arms crossed with an irritating smirk on his lips.

"And yet here you are. What do you want exactly? I've got places to be." Jennie responded, watching him push off the beam and saunter slowly to her. She didn't feel intimidated, just annoyed.

"Oh everyone knows that I would skip class. I'm just surprised you are."

"This isn't my first time if you were wondering."

"I wasn't."

"I ask again, what the hell do you want?"

"I don't want anything from you Kim Jennie."

"Then why are we having this conversation?" She bit the inside of her cheek, trying not to seem phased.

"Because you haven't walked away yet."

"I will walk away right now if that's what you want."

"Oh? So now you listen to people asides from your posse? You never fail to surprise me."

"I—"

"I'll be going now. Wouldn't want to get in the way of your plans, now would I?" Taehyung smiled, and with a wink of his eye, he was gone.

Jennie watched him leave, one hand on her hip, jaw clenched and exasperated. Why was she even talking to that freak?

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It was after school, and after practice. Min Yoongi was walking from the field, running a hand through his hair, forehead drenched in sweat. He would need a shower when he got back.

Wanna see a secret Yoongs? Stick around the courtyard after practice ;)
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That girl from X's and O's was getting on his nerves. She had been blackmailing him before about his secret, the shady business that he had gotten involved in before transferring to this school. Yoongi didn't want to think about that right now.

He had to pass through the courtyard either way to get to his car, so it wasn't a harm to listen (for once) to what that blogger had to say?

Yoongi wished he hadn't listened.

Outside on the courtyard, the boy could see from a distance his math teacher, his fucking math teacher, pressed up against what he presumed her car. Overtop her, fucking hell!

Jeon Jungkook.

His friend was hooking up with the math teacher?

Yoongi squeezes his eyes shut, opening them slowly afterwards, now downcast to the floor. Whatever he had just seen, he never wanted to see again.

Jungkook was like a younger brother to him, this was wrong. It must've been the math teacher's doing, taking advantage of his friend like that. That good for nothing little—

Like what you see? I wonder what Jungkook would think about your secret!
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There was always a method to her doings. Yoongi had a feeling that this wasn't a prank, probably someone who genuinely hated the Golden Boys.

They had a reason to, he would admit. They played with numerous people, used so many students to their advantage, and deemed themselves as one of the top. They liked to think they were better than the Queens, but were they really? They were just as bad.

If he could have the chance to move away to a school that wasn't so...demonizing, Yoongi would've taken the opportunity. He had done nothing incriminating in this school (so far) and he felt like he needed a new start already.

Maybe move away once he graduated. Go somewhere far, far away. The thought was too sweet. It was tantalizing. Nothing could ever leave him alone. Especially the mistakes he had made repeatedly in his old school.

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Lalisa walked inside the diner that most students spent time at. If you needed somewhere to hang without looking like a pathetic loser who spent their time at home eating ice cream, this was it.

She was still in her school uniform, she hadn't gotten back home. There had been some business she had to take care of, and stopping at the diner was her option of dinner. She'd rather eat alone than with her parents.

To them she was just a means of inheriting the family business. Lisa would admit it hurt sometimes that she was only that to them. It was whatever. She had been living with this feeling for about 17 years, so a few more wouldn't hurt.

Pulling her hair out of the ponytail it usually was in, Lisa pulled out her phone, expecting a text from Lawan, her older sister.

She got none, however.

"Hey doll-face. That skirt's a tad short isn't it?" Jungkook teased, Lisa turned around.

He was sitting with two of his other friends at one of the booths, Lisa recognized them as Jin and Taehyung. These Golden Boys were just always around, weren't they?

"Wouldn't you like to see?" She retorted, now near their table. Jungkook looked at her with an amused smirk, Lisa was far from amused.

"I mean since you offered, who am I to say no?"

Lisa's hand went to the first button of her white school uniform shirt. It was neatly tucked into the skirt, now with the first two buttons loose, her collarbone and part of her chest exposed. Lisa smirked upon seeing Jungkook's eyes flit from making eye contact to looking downwards at her chest.

Lisa rested her elbows on the table, pushing his chin up so he would look at her again.

"Sorry, I'd be happy to show, but you're not a worthy enough of an audience." She buttoned up her shirt once again. "Better luck next time though."

She winked at him, just like he had numerous times before, and turned on her heel.

"What a goddamn tease." Taehyung breathed, watching the blonde leave. "Don't tell me that didn't work on you Kook?"

Jungkook shook his head slowly, eyes still watching her as she continued to walk away, not aware of the impression she had left on the boys.

"Jungkook, you are so whipped for that girl." Jin let out a chuckle. Jungkook's eyes snapped over at him.

"The hell I am. She irritates every fiber in me."

"You would've gladly fucked her had she let you a few minutes ago."

"Not everyone believes in love before sex like you hyung," Jungkook responded, Jin rolled his eyes.

"I'd watch out for her though. She's not like Jennie. If anything, she's worse. She'll lure you in then break your heart like she has with numerous others."

"I think Jungkook has a thing for Ice Queens, no?" Taehyung whispered. Jungkook rolled his eyes.

"You don't know my type Tae."

"No one does. You haven't even maintained a proper relationship."

Jungkook was about to respond when he felt his phone vibrate. The sinking feeling in his gut was only affirmed once he read the notification.

Maybe your type is cute math teachers?
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