3rd POV:
'I... forgot it' Jimin replied scratching the back of his head, while he kicked a stone in his way.
'Great job! Now who do you think will let you copy off them?... HmMmm, i wOnDeR...' Y/n childishly stated.
Y/n and Jimin were walking to their 4th period. A very important English essay was due today, and as always, Jimin had been too lazy to do it. As Y/n carried her 2 fully- filled folders she glanced over at Jimin who had a sheepish look on his face, and also had 2 folders in hands. Unlike Y/n, his were almost empty. Jimin's tie was so loose, it looked like it was about to fall off and Y/n couldn't help but sigh.
Y/n broke the silence. 'You're 18 now, you should be taking year 12 very seriously'
'Cut me some slack Y/n-ah, we just started the year, it's just the 2nd week. And not everyone is a nerd you know?' He couldn't help but chuckle at his sentence.
'Hey!' Y/n playfully smacked his shoulder. 'Well good luck with your unknown essay chim, and I won't let you copy off me this time either...
Y/n turned, and walked inside the class waving to Jimin's pouting face.
'Hey! No fair!!' But that was no use, she was already inside.
Jimin POV:
As I turned around, I saw Brandon walking towards me.
'Aye, Brandon' He said, trying to sound cool, something he does very often.
'What are you doing here?' Brandon questioned as he looked around over his shoulders. 'With that nerd again, huh?' He teasingly laughed.
I have been teased of having Y/n as a friend, as not many popular kids are friends with so called 'nerds'.
'Damn, it's not funny.' I rolled my eyes and started pacing faster to get ahead of him. 'Wait... what class are we in again?', my forgetful self forgot to read over the schedule today, serves me right.
'E10... also are you gonna copy off her again? If you do... you will let me copy off you... right?' Brandon questioned as it became obvious to me that I wasn't the only one who didn't do the English essay.
'She won't let me copy off her... it's my fault after all, I can't keep using Y/n'. it's true, she does help me, her not-so-intelligent friend with work.
'What's the point of her as a friend than?', Brandon replied almost annoyed by my answer.
I had enough, and walked past the 2 girls who were gossiping... After every now and than looking up to steal a glance of me, probably talking about how tragic my last relationship went with my ex or some shit.
3rd POV:
Y/n was one of the few ones who were already present in the class. She settled on her desk placing her folders down, with her writing supplies. She never really had a friend in class, and only knew Jimin as they were friends with him since diapers. More and more students arrived, some chatting with their friends, some loudly discussing about their overly personal lives, some playing music so loud, that Y/n's ears were about to burst. Not something you would think happens everyday at a private school, right? Every student was here now... except for the ones who found bunking class a use of their time or were 'sick'. Y/n had nothing better to do than wait for the teacher, can you believe for their first 2 weeks they had a substitute teacher? This was because the teacher was new and something had happened, not clarifying the reason of his absence.
Y/n POV:
What could I do besides go over my notes to regain my memory from last lesson? I could see I was one of the only ones of the 3 sitting at the front, leaving 3 seats empty. I was wondering when the teacher would bother coming, and when they would quiet down this chaos. I sometimes forget this is a class, not a circus, where only money and power get to top... just like my own parents. I see the door open from the left corner of my eyes. Of course... It's Lavender and her gang.
'Let's head to the back row' she said to her minions, something not so surprising.
As she headed to the back, we made eye contact, an she gave me the biggest eye roll I had ever witnessed in my whole 18 years on earth. not so surprising either.
'Really? I haven't even started it, have you?
'Nah, I couldn't be bothered with that bullshit'
It was clear enough to me that they were talking about the English essay. Their parents will probably end up bribing the teachers to not hold them back for a year. Not so surprising.
'Excuse me... this is English class for grade 12E, correct?' a man asked from the door.
All the attention shifted towards the young man outside the entrance who was wearing a long sleeved shirt which was not the school uniform, which I noticed, had a lot of equipment in his hands.
'And if it is?...' that Lavender cockily eyed him up and down. I could almost see a glimmer in her eyes as she analyzed that young man.
'Then I will have you know I am your English teacher for this year.' He answered back, as he should.
The noise died down, many taking their seats. Lavender's face was as redder than the blush she was wearing, something I had longed to see.
3rd POV:
He walked up to the teacher's front desk and placed his laptop and laptop bag on it. it seemed as though there were a lot of papers in there. He began setting his laptop up.
'I will be marking the roll now, say present when I say your name. You may call me sir or Mr. Kim'. he stated clearly.
Y/n found her eyes glued on him. He looked very young to be a teacher and not mention having a very intimidating aura for a teacher. She found herself observing his every move.
'Okay, pay attention now I want silence'.
He went through nearly half the class, not looking up once to see where the voices were coming from. it seemed like he couldn't care less who was who, he just wanted to start the lesson.
'Ms. Y/n...'
'Present sir' Y/n politely replied, wanting a good first impression.
For the first time, he actually looked up to see where that voice came from. She could almost swear that he looked her head to toe. He then continued, almost sounding uninterested in his class.
Y/n POV:
He was so well built, and so attractive for a teacher it was unavoidable for the eye. his silky hair and dark brown orbs seemed to enhance his facial structure... he didn't seem to have any rings on any of his fingers, it made me feel better on the way I was looking at him. He was the tallest teacher I have seen in this high school, he seemed to be around 6ft. Mr. Kim was well dressed, he looked only about 5 years older than me. maybe 23? I had zoned out in my irrelevant thoughts that I didn't hear nor see anything... except his movements. A deep voice suddenly interrupted my daydreaming.
'The young lady at the front, in the corner, could you please repeat what I said?' The male teacher eyes me down.
Caught up in my own little world, I didn't know what was said. I had no clue.
'I-I don't know... sir'
'Pay attention, I don't like repeating myself or giving out punishments on my first day of the job. I really don't want to give out a detention, we have a lesson to focus on.'
'Yes sir...' a sheepish expression on my face.
'You're Y/n, right? The top student in every class you're in?' Mr. Kim's curiosity could be heard from a mile away.
I was surprised he bothered paying attention to my name or had even heard of me, considering it was obvious he didn't care when he was calling the roll. I just nodded to his question.
'Than I would like to see the same amount of dedication and attention towards my class, that you show for every other class, understood?' tilting his head, this effected me more than I thought it would.
'Y-yes sir...'
'Now, where was I?' He quickly turned his attention away.
'Texts analyzation and human behaviors description, Mr. Kim'. Lavender said rapidly, as ise didn't want anyone else to answer him.
'Oh yes, thank you' Mr. Kim tapped his pen 3 times exactly on the table, before trying to get back on track.
Mr. Kim looked up again... at me, we made eye contact for about 2 seconds. I just looked away, pretending to take out a book. It's only the first day with him, and it's a mess. The class was silent, Lavender snickered, causing her minions to snicker with her. this was the first time I had been told off... because a teacher noticed I was daydreaming in class... but not just any teacher. It was Mr. Kim, my new English teacher.
'But first... the essays...'
END OF CHAPTER 1...°
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