Chapter 1: Too Fab For Hottie
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"What did you just call me?" I shrieked, slowly turning my head in the direction of the guy who just called me 'hottie' to give the Annabelle effect. Seriously, calling me hottie was like calling a pizza a broccoli. I was way too fab than just hottie.
"Oh, looks like she's deaf," Another one joked, high-fiving the one sitting beside him.
I dropped my bag on the floor, and stomped up to him, and with one sharp glance, I leaned towards him, and he leaned back in fear, and I began, "Listen to me, boy, if you ever call me deaf again, I will shave your head off and make you eat your hair. Got it?"
He nodded in response, and I straightened up, coughed, and asked, "Name, mister?"
"Jungkook," He muttered out, and I remarked, "I'm just gonna stick with Kookie."
Then I turned, not giving a chance to Jungkook to argue, and asked the guy who had called me 'hottie', "What's your name?"
"Taehyung," He replied, running a hand through his hair.
"Okay, that's TaeTae then," I mumbled, and the guy beside me snickered.
"Who the hell you be?" I rashly asked, folding my arms before my chest. Damn, I really was in one of my worst moods because of the ridiculous punishment.
"Um, Jin," He croaked out, and I happily chirped, clapping my hands, "You'll be Jinnie!"
"What's up with you making nicknames for us?" Taehyung asked.
"That's a better way to remember names, TaeTae," I replied, and went on the similar way for the rest of the guys' names.
"Alright, so Kookie, Jinnie, Yoongz-"
"Don't call me Yoongz." Yoongi grumbled, and I ignored him.
"-Joonie, TaeTae, Hobi, and Jiminie," I breathed, "Whoa, that's a lot of names!"
They all looked at me, bored. I made an absurd face and continued, "So, I'm Lisa, and-"
"We'll call you Lizzy!" Jimin beamed at me.
"Uh, okay," I said, not a fan of the name Lizzy, but whatever, "Ms. Dragon's Sister, whose real name I totally forgot, told me to teach you guys English as a punishment."
"What did you even do?" Hoseok asked me.
I hesitated before answering, "Well, I just killed a bee... with the school furniture."
"How... how did you even manage to do that?" Namjoon said, and I looked at the rest of them, staring at me, dumbfounded, with their mouths hung open.
"Come on, it isn't that big a deal!" I argued.
"Sure, sure," Taehyung whispered, and I glared at him, and he averted his eyes and said, "I didn't say that."
"We'll see, but guys, I don't know you, you don't know me, and wow, no s**t Sherlock," I giggled at my own lame sarcasm, "So, anyway, I've been told to tutor you guys English, just like I said, so are there any queries?"
"Look who's acting like a teacher," Jungkook smirked.
"Yeah, someone who's better at the job than you," I retorted.
"At least I didn't break the furniture of the school," he shot back.
"Well, I've already killed that bee for putting me into this position, and who knows that you might be the next on my list?" I arched my eyebrows, and he silenced.
"I have a doubt!" Hoseok called out for me, enthusiastically raising his hand. I walked over to his desk, and he said, "I can't get the tenses right."
"Neither can I. But okay, let me make a try," I concentrated at it, and within seconds, I got the answer.
"So that's how you... what's this?" I looked at the little piece of unevenly torn paper passed to me by Namjoon. I looked up at him to see him already wearing his backpack, and the rest were getting up and walking out of the door.
"Call me on this for the next class, ma'am," He chuckled, waving at me, and within minutes, the entire room was vacant.
"Well, good for me."
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