Annabelle's POV

   My parents are supposed to have a friend over for dinner, and they said I couldn't eat dinner in my room, so I'm definitely not looking forward to it.  You know how adults are.  Plus, I don't even know who this person is, so why would I want to have dinner with them?

Everything is at the table, and my parents and I are currently sitting at it.

The doorbell rings, and my mom gets up to get it.  "That must be our special guest."  She says.

"Heeeeey, Marla."  A familiar voice greets my mom.  What?

This can't be happening.  How is this happening?

From what I can see, it looks like they hug.  "Jungkook, nice to see you again."  She says.  They pull away.  "It's always a pleasure to see you."

My dad gets up and goes over to them.  Him and Mr. Jeon, or should I say Jungkook, exchange greetings and hug each other.

"Come in, come in."  My mom says.  They step aside as he steps inside. 

"This is our daughter, Annabelle,"  My dad says, gesturing to me.  "Annabelle, this is our friend, Jungkook, but you can call him Mr. Jeon."

"Actually, Jungkook is fine."  Mr. Jeon says to me as we're making eye contact.

"We...know each other."  I say to my parents, looking away from Mr. Jeon.

The question is, how does Mr. Jeon know my parents?

"Oh really?  How do you guys know each other?"  My mom says.  "He's my teacher."  I say, looking down and making an awkward face.

"Well, come sit."  My mom says to our visitor.  The three of them sit at the table.

Welp, looks like I know him after all.  This is going to be an awkward dinner.

They have casual conversation as we eat.  I eat with my head down, not saying a word, hurrying with my food.

When I finish my food, I ask if I can go to my room.  "Sure you can."  My mother says.  Thank God.

I quickly leave the table and go upstairs as fast as I can.

.....

"Mom, how do you guys know my teacher?"  "He and your father go to the country club together.  They play golf and everything.  He introduced me to him."

.....

The bell rings, and everyone leaves the classroom except me.  I'm still packing my stuff.

I'm almost out of the door when Mr. Jeon's voice interrupts me.  "Annabelle, wait."

I roll my eyes and turn around.  "How come you failed to tell me you knew my parents, Mr. Jeon?"

"Please, call me Jungkook."  "Ok, Jungkook, please answer my question."

"I didn't know I knew your parents."  "You knew their names."  "Their first names.  I didn't know their last names.  Marla and Joe could be anybody."

"Ok, but you dropped me off to my house."  "That was my first time going to their house.  I didn't know you lived there with them."

He has very valid arguments...

"Ok, but do you know how awkward it is to have dinner with your teacher?  Why didn't you just leave when you found out I live there?"

"Because I had no reason to.  Honestly, I don't see what the big deal is.  You've gotten a ride from me before."  "And even that was awkward, until we started talking."

"Look, Annabelle-"  "Goodbye, Jungkook.  I have to go."  I walk out the door, leaving him in the classroom by himself.