"I once knew a girl

In the years of my youth

With eyes like the summer

All beauty and truth"

My torment seemed to commence on an ordinary school day. Nothing peculiar had occurred, and I was certain I hadn't intentionally antagonized anyone. Yet, suddenly, there was an unexpected shove in my back. My books flew from my hands as I struggled to regain balance. Spinning around to catch the culprit, I found no guilty expression on anyone's face. Not a single person offered an apology, amplifying my suspicion that it was deliberate. Finally, someone acknowledged my plight as I stood there rooted to the ground while other students ambled around me. A nice short-haired girl passing by helped me pick up my books, her little face full of concern, leaving me wondering if she had seen who it was.

"Hey, did you happen to see who shoved me?" I asked, a little roughly.

"No, sorry," she said, offering me my now bent notebook.

I looked at it with a frown and shrugged my shoulders.

"I'm Jennie, by the way. Thank you," I replied, knowing full well it was not her fault.

Annoyed, I realized I was late for class again. My teacher, Mr. Kim, really disliked tardiness or unpreparedness. He especially disapproved when students sauntered in right as the bell rang, just as I was about to do.

"Jennie, you're late again," he announced with displeasure.

The teacher's obvious statement irked me. He instructed me to do 50 knee bends without even glancing in my direction. I rolled my eyes and noticed the smirk on a boy's face—Min Yoongi, taking pleasure in my punishment. He boldly looked at me up and down. I glared at him and flipped my hair. As I walked by his seat, I gestured to my eyes with two fingers and back at him, silently telling him I knew it was him. Though I wasn't entirely sure, I was pretty certain.

You see, Min Yoongi was a bully with a chip on his shoulder. Everyone knew to avoid him and his quick anger and sharp tongue. He and his friends were always looking for trouble. He kept staring back at me with his dark, intense eyes. He was a really handsome boy, which might be why he got away with causing so much trouble. Min Yoongi didn't even get scolded for sleeping in class, an activity he frequently indulged in. 

The next day, when our eyes met, it became obvious to me who had pushed me. The look of contempt on his face was clearly directed at me, but the reason eluded me. Did he even need a reason to start trouble?

As I walked to class, I became more aware of the people around me. I did not want to be an easy target, not that it helped. When he shoved me against the lockers, blocking my escape from his incoming kiss, I wasn't ready. He pulled away with a smirk on his face and let me go. The unwanted kiss was neither gentle nor fueled by desire; it was simply a way to show his dominance. As I got to the classroom, he rudely closed the door in my face without even glancing in my direction. Who did he think he was, pushing me around like that? I wanted to give him a piece of my mind, but I couldn't say anything because the lecture had started. 

I quickly walked to my desk after my punishment—fifty knee bends again—and stole a glance in his direction. He was looking straight at me, a smile creeping across his lips as he continued to stare.

I knew for certain my cheeks went red at the thought of those lips on mine. Why was he doing this to me? Was he just bored? It was a long and tedious lecture, and my hand hurt from taking so many notes. He hadn't written a single word. He just kept looking at me, making me so uncomfortable. Finally, the bell rang, and I escaped my tormentor's gaze. 

The next day, I was shaking when I saw him walking directly towards me. My eyes widened when he grabbed me again, possessively pulling me towards his body. He pushed me against the wall and messed up my hair as if I deserved that treatment. All I could muster to say was "why?" After kissing me roughly and leaving me breathless, he pushed me away again. I yelled after him, running to catch up so I wouldn't be late again.

"Hey, butt wipe, who do you think you are?" I yelled at him, my cheeks flushed with anger. 

He stopped abruptly, making me nearly crash into him. "I'm your tormentor."

He wasn't wrong, and with that, he turned and slipped into class ahead of me again.