What the! I'm with GOT7? (Imagines) <Requests Open>

30. GOT7 Special

I put on a gas mask that I prepared since I was told to clean the toilets. I was a girl scout, if you should know. I slowly enter the men's teritory. Hmm, no signs of living bodies in here. Good. Now first, the most stinking part of this jungle, the cubicles. Here it goes. I kick the first door on the side and start the most bizarre thing I've ever done. Oh my gosh, is that poop stain on the toilet? Eww, why is there gum inside? Is that vomit?! It's alright, I've seen worse things in my brother's room. The first time I went there, I knew it was also the last one. As I am cleaning the toilet, the door creaks open. Uh-oh, bad timing. I lock myself inside the cubicle to prevent being seen by whoever entered. I position myself like a guy peeing. I hear the faucet turn on and the water pours out from it. As soon as it was turned off, I hear shoes walking nearer to the cubicle I'm in. My heart is beating faster and faster and before I knew it, I got drenched in cold water. I didn't even sign up for the ice bucket challenge! Woah, that is so 2014.

I shiver in coldness as I open the cubicle door. I see him and six of his friends laughing their asses off. "She's wet!" Okay, that sounded different from what he meant. "You really like to annoy people, don't you?" I say as I try to resist the urge to shake because damn I'm really cold. "It's just my hobby, thank you very much." He bows like an idiot. "Oh really? Or is it just your personality?" Oh snap! "Well at least I don't talk like an idiot like you!" Oh so you think that's the best comeback? "Well that's because we both know that's the only language you understand!" Boom! Hehehe. "Uh... ah! You're so fat like a cow!" Seriously, dude? "Not as fat as your mom!" And that kids, is how he became the runaway prince.

His friends shout ooh's and ahh's and I'm just here watching him kneel down in defeat. Okay, he really didn't, but the look on his face is just satisfying! "My mom died." Wait, what? Did I hear it right? His mom...? "But not as dead as your mom looks like!" I almost fell for that! Argh! "Jerkface!" I raise my right hand up to slap him but I don't. "What? You're afraid the others will know that you slapped me?" That's not the reason, stupid. "I was going to slap you, but I don't want your ugliness all over my hand." I smile innocently at them before exiting the restroom. I realize that there are students who heard the entire conversation. But who cares, anyways. Gosh, that was awesome. I mean, I could stand up to him unlike before. And als- achoo! Grrr... he's so paying me back for making me sick, literally.

I'm now walking home and I stop at the bus stop. I think of the little conversation we had in the boys' restroom and I feel myself smiling because of it. If only I could've did that before. Oh well, at least tomorrow's another day and I can still show him how much of a jerk he is.

Three weeks had passed and three weeks of doing community service had me regretting that I punched him, but he deserved it anyways. Where did he even get those pictures? Whatever, I still have to give back this book I borrowed from the library. Oh right, the whole student body knew about the heated argument that happened in the restroom. It started because of the students that heard it from outside and they started gossiping like little birdies. Achoo! Argh! I'm still sick and it has gotten worse. I hate it when I'm sick, my nose always gets blocked by green slimy liquids and I can't breathe normally. My throat also hurts when I swallow and at night I always get cold.

I enter the library and as usual, just a few students can be seen in here. Nobody really reads these days but somehow it's better because the library is the place where I stay when everyone's outside and having fun. "A-ah-ach-" A handkerchief made its way to my nose, covering it. "Bless you." That voice. I push away the handkerchief from me. I can't believe that his handkerchief touched my skin! I mean, who knows what he touched it with! "What're you doing here? For all I know, people like you don't hangout in places like this." I exclaim as I furrow my brows. "Why? Do you only think that smart people like you can?" Aww, he called me smart. "Finally! Someone who notices my intelligence!" I pump my fist up in victory. "Are you calling me an idiot?" Maybe I did, but not intentionally so... "I don't know but I think you just said so yourself." Ooh! I smell a round two of comeback match. "We're really going on with this again?" He rolls his eyes and I nod. "Okay, well I'd take you out on a date." He starts off. "So?" I cross my arms. " But I don't like taking out trashes." That was good. Bravo. "Well, your face looks like trash, so I think we could be a good match." Could someone give me a point because mine rhymed? Hehe.