⌜ GOLDEN VALLEY HIGH ⌟

"Since the bell rings in about two minutes, we won't be able to finish the review." Miss Emerson gave all the students a sympathetic pout. "Study those notes we took in class, and you'll do fine on the test next Thursday."

All the students jolted out of their seats as soon as the bell rang, clinging onto their school bags. Both Jimin and Yoongi walked towards Jungkook as he threw his notebook into his bag.

Jungkook slowly looked up at them, narrowing his eyes. "What?"

"Dude, you need to make up with Taehyung." Jimin crossed his arms as he glared down at Jungkook.

"Why?" He asked with an aggressive tone.

"Because." Yoongi came in before Jimin could say anything else. "We have a hockey game this Friday, and you and Taehyung are gonna ruin it if you two keep acting like this."

"So why aren't you making that bastard apologize to me?" Jungkook scoffed as he slung his bag over one of his shoulders, and proceeded to follow the other students out the classroom.

"Park Jimin, I need to speak with you."

Jimin looked over his shoulder to see his teacher, Miss Emerson, sitting at her desk. The boys used their hands to cover their mouths as they laughed like idiots at the door way.

"Shut the fuck up." Jimin warned them under his breath.

"I don't have all day Jimin." She sighed while gently setting the stack of papers on her desk. "I wouldn't want you to miss your next class either."

Jimin shoved his hands into his pocket while he walked over to her desk. He raised his brow, like there was somewhere important he had to be.

"Have a seat Mr Park." The teacher nodded her head to the seat on the opposite side of her desk. "You are in s—

"I'm innocent." Jimin blurted out before she could finish her sentence.

Miss Emerson narrowed her eyes at him, and then continued. "What did you think of last week's quiz Jimin? Was it easier than you thought? Difficult?"

"Uh—" Jimin scratched his head. "It was you know, just a regular quiz."

"So, pretty easy?" She raised her brow, and Jimin just gave her a simple nod. "I mean, I believe you, your grade was amazing."

"What can I say? I studied all night." Jimin scoffed as he shrugged his shoulders, while Miss Emerson just gave him a believable smile.

"With that being said—" Miss Emerson slowly pushed a piece of paper in front of Jimin. "You wouldn't mind solving this problem right here."

Jimin gulped as he looked down in front of him. It was a math problem, similar to the one on the quiz.

"Go on." She slid a pen over to him, taking notice of his nervousness.

Jimin's mind was going in a frenzy, panicking as he tried to understand all the symbols and numbers.

"That's not fair, you put letters in mine." He stared at her with widened eyes.

"The whole quiz was full of letters Jimin." Miss Emerson gave him a sly grin while she tilted her head. "It should be easy, since you aced the quiz, right?"

"Y-Yeah." Jimin licked his lips.

"Jimin?"

He innocently glanced up at her, waiting to hear what she had to say.

"I know you cheated on the quiz." She let him down real quick. "Dexter told me everything."

"Well Dexter's a bitch!" Jimin yelled.

"Park Jimin, I will write you up for detention, watch your language." She warned him, before he'd revive serious consequences.

"I made a deal with that doorknob, why would he sell me out like that?" Jimin frowned as he crossed his arms like a child.

"He told me you promised him a girls number, but you ended up giving him the local animal control center's number instead." Miss Emerson raised her brows as she judgmentally shook her head.

"My hand slipped?" Jimin gave her an apologetic smile, but she wasn't having any of his games.

"I have to send you to the office." She sighed while grabbing a one of the red forms. "I'm sorry Jimin."

"No, please don't." Jimin brought both his hands together as he pleaded. "I won't ever do it again, I mean it. I'll even apologize to Dexter, even though his fatass doesn't deserve it."

Miss Emerson tore the slip of the notepad, and handed it to him. "Sorry." She whispered as he glared at her.

"I'm really disappointed in you Miss Emerson." He mumbled as he walked toward the door. "You were my favorite teacher, and I really loved the way you taught me how to add and subtract fractions—"

"I'm still sending you to the office." She said loud enough for him to get the message.

Jimin groaned as he left her classroom, and headed down the hall and towards the office. Those women were atrocious, rude, and just down right moody.

He pushed through the door, and let his eyes scan around the empty office. There weren't any other student, but him.

"Can I help you?" The brown haired lady crossed her arms as he approached the desk.

"That's why I'm here you stupid bitch." He muttered underneath his breath.

The woman became more impatient as he took his time to unfold the slip that his teacher gave him a couple minutes ago.

"Just hand it over." She snapped.

Jimin's eyes slowly met the woman's, piercing into her soul. "I'm unfolding the note, so why don't you just let me finish what I was doing."

Once the paper was unfolded, he threw it onto the desk, and stepped back. The irritating woman took her time reading the paper, before glancing up at Jimin. "Go into the principles office, on the right."

Jimin nervously bit come on his lip as he searched for the right room. He and principle weren't on the best terms. Sure, Jimin would get in lots of trouble, but that's no reason to poorly misjudge a student, right? Well, in Jimin's case, he was going against a school conduct,and whatever's written would sell.

Jimin lifted his fist to the shut door, gently tapping his knuckles on the hard wood.

"Come in." The deeper voice spoke.

He twisted the door knob, letting himself in as the man instructed. The principle looked up from his computer, lowering his glasses as well. "Jimin, it's not a surprise you're in my office the second week you've started school."

"Listen sir." Jimin pressed his lips together, and brought the red slip of paper up to his desk. "I'm really sorry for what I did, and I swear on my life, that I would never do something like this again—"

"You cheated Jimin." He pursed his lips and lifted his shoulders. "I don't know what to tell you, we've gotta treat you like any other student and give you equal punishments."

"What day?" Jimin rested his head in his hand, as his elbow sat on the desk.

"A week, Jimin." The man scoffed, as he lowered his brows. "You didn't really think that you would get away with just a detention slip, did you?"

"You're suspending me?" Jimin shouted as he stood out of his seat.

"Those are the consequences for students who cheat on any school assignment." The man explained as he leaned back in his leather chair. "You'll be allowed back next Tuesday, but until then, you're not to be on school property."

"I have a Hockey game on Friday." Jimin hissed as his jaw clenched. "You can't suspend me!"

"Sure I can." He ripped the paper off the rest of the empty forms. "There you go sir, you're suspension note Incase you didn't understand my words."

"You're just racist against Asian's you white piece of supremacist dog shit." Jimin spat, as he grabbed the paper from the desk.

"Two weeks."

Jimin gave him the middle finger, before leaving his office. He pushed through the glass doors, walking down the hall and towards the exit.

"Fuck out of my way, you bastard." He shouted at a squirrel, who was just minding its own business.

—

"What do you mean you're not playing in the game on Friday?" Taehyung ranted as he spoke through the mic from his bedroom.

"That asshole suspended me." Jimin mumbled as he gripped the controller in his hands. "Can you stand still." Jimin spoke into the mic.

"Why?" Taehyung lowered his brow, as he stopped his character.

"I'm pretending you're that bastard." Jimin aimed his gun to Taehyung's character, making sure that it'd blow his brain to pieces.

"Fuck off you racist piece of shit!" Jimin screamed out as he continuously shot Taehyung's character. 

Taehyung held his chest as he fell over, laughing so hard, he could feel tears falling.

Jimin let out a deep breath after he made sure the character wasn't breathing. "Put some ice on that, bitch."

To be continued.

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