Chapter 3

Rose POV

There was something about Chemistry that stimulated every thought in my mind to fire at once. Maybe it was the mixture or boring subject, monotone teacher, and cold seat. I wondered if there was a chemical equation for that. Those three factors, combined, created slush brain. No, that was wrong term.

My brain didn't become lazy. It became full. Hyperactive brain. A brain that made it impossible to concentrate on the sluggish word exiting Mr.Bang's mouth. Were his words coming out slower than normal?

Today, amidst all the usual thought and words that i know couldn't write down in a notebook, I had the song I had learned to play on my guitar the day before looping through my mind. It was a torturous song... one I loved and hated.

(Rosé - Eyes Closed Originally By Halsey)

I loved it because it was brilliant, the kind that made me want to write a song equally as good. I hated it because it was brilliant, the kind that let me know I'd never write a song anywhere close to as good.

And I kept thinking about the contest that was on the newspaper.

How was I going to win? How would I even enter it?

My pencil hovered over my paper- the single Mr.Bang- approved page. It I could write the song down, it would get out of my head and let me focus on the lecture. This paper would go in front of Mr.Bang in exactly forty-five minutes. Forty-five mintues? This class was never-ending. What was he even talking about? Iron. Something about the properties of Iron. I wrote the word iron down the page.

Then, as if my pencil had a mind of its own, it moved over to the fake wood desktop and jotted down the words that was playing in my head:

I miss you, when I say that

I added a drawing of a little sun, the rays touching some of the words that was written. Now, just forty-three minutes of class.

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I was in the midst of writing in my notebook and walking down the hallway- something I hadn't quite mastered , despite how many times i had done it- when I heard the laughter.

I thought it was directed at me, so I looked up. It wasn't me.

A black hair kid, a freshman maybe, stood in the middle of the hall, books gripped on his chest. Balanced precariously on top of his head was a baseball bat. Jungkook stood behind him, holding his hands out to his sides like he had just let go of the bat.

"Toss me the ball," Jungkook said to one of his friends Jimin, who was standing across from him and the poor freshman.

Jimin did exactly what Jungkook said. And Jungkook was trying to figure out how he was going to reach the top of that bat to place the ball. The kid looked too terrified to move. His faced was showing fear.

"I need a chair. Someone find me a chair," Jungkook said, and people immediately scrambled to do his bidding. The bat began to wobble, then fell, bouncing across the tile floor and coming to stop against the lockers.

"You moved? You want to get beat up? Huh?" Jungkook said to the freshman boy.

"Try it again," someone in the crowd yelled.

Jungkook smiled turned big, perfectly bunny teeth was showing but his bunny smile wasn't the one that is showing but a bigger one. The one he used a lot, knowing its power. I frowned. I seem to be only one immune.

As much as I didn't want drawing attention to myself, I should probably help the cowering kid.

Being in the center of the attention what I really don't want and what I dislike the most.

But.... I wasn't sure what I could do. Being the center of the unwanted attention thanks to the jerk jungkook was something I was very familiar with...

Flashback

Back in my freshman year, I wasn't one of those girls who thinks they were horrible at everything. But I did know my weakness, and P.E., was one of them. And co-ed basketball was the ultimate form of P.E., so~ I try my best to stay as far from the ball as possible.

For reasons that I later realized were probably malicious, the ball was constantly thrown to me. By my team, by the opposing team. And..... I could never catch it. It was like being the only target in the game of dodgeball. I was hit in the shoulder, the back, the leg.

That's when Jungkook, who had been sitting on the bleachers shouted for everyone to hear...

"It's like she possesses a force of energy that suck the ball straight into her. A black hole. A potato. Park Chaeyoung, the Potato."

He'd said that last part in a movie announcer. Like he had transformed me into some sort of clumsy superhero. Then all through the gym, everyone copied him. Using that same voice, and laughing.

They'd laughed and laughed, and the laughter had stuck in my ears just as the nickname "Potato" had apparently stuck in everyone's heads.

And now that kind of laughter was happening again, in the hall, and it was directed at Jungkook latest victim.

Flashback end

I cleared my throat and said, "Oh look, a game to see who is thick-headed.....Jerk Jungkook or his cocky bat." I nodded to the side, trying to tell the kid to leave now that I'd distract Jungkook.

Jungkook's smiled doubled in width as he took me in, from the top of my hair- its waves feeling crazier under his scrutiny than normal- to my Docs with mismatched shoelaces. "Oh look, it's the monitor of fun. Is there too much of it happening here, Rose?" He asked "I only see one person having fun," he added. He glanced around at the hall crammed full of students .

"Then you're not looking hard enough." He lowered his voice.

"I get it. It's hard to see anyone beyond me, right?" If I showed how annoyed I was, he'd just be winning. "I'm just here to rescue another soul from your arrogance and ugly little face," I said through gritted teeth.

(It not truth so pls don't feel offended 😭😭 I myself feel offended but sometimes you gotta understand the fact that it a ff and it fake)

Although maybe I wasn't rescuing anyone at all. The kid didn't even move an inch even I had gave him a chance to run away. I'd given him a wide opening to leave and he stood there. In fact, opened his mouth and said, "What if you put the ball on the bat first and then put the bat on my head." Jungkook patted him on back.

"Good call. Where'd the bat go?" I sighed. There had been no need for an intervention. That kid liked abuse, apparently. I just resumed my walk.

"Next time, come by earlier. We wouldn't want things to get out of hand," Jungkook called, causing more people to laugh.

Anger surged up my chest I whirled around "Can you just shut up? Oh- wait you can't because your the so called King in this school. Psh! Don't even consider yourself as a King because your not. I mean people only called you that because your rich, athletic, good-looking, and you can do everything. Just because your rich, and your dad own the biggest company of Seoul doesn't change anything at all" I turned and it took everything in me to walk away at a normal speed. I don't even know why I just bring it the king stuff up, to him being rich, and then dad own a biggest company.

But he deserve it.

-TBC-